Marsha and
I moved to Santa Fe, New Mexico for the same reasons that we vacationed there
– its unique combination of art, architecture, outdoor activities,
museums, food, people and overall cultural/open-air ambience.
But “The
City Different” is not just a tourist Shangri-la. It is also a real city dealing with real city
issues – albeit ones that never came up on our radar back in quiet New
England. For example there is this pending
clash between the fine arts and a less rarified leisure activity. The Teseque Indian Pueblo is planning on
building a Casino-Hotel Resort on land that it owns adjacent to the Santa Fe
Opera. And it brings to the surface an
underlying tension in “The City Different” between those residents who
basically just want their hometown to be a place with good paying jobs, decent
schools, and affordable housing – and what I will call the Townie-Tourists (double
Ts) who just want to settle down among all those things that attracted us here
as visitors.
(BTW – one
in six houses within the city limits of Santa Fe are owned by out-of-staters. I suspect that just about all of these owners
of second or perhaps third homes are members of the double-T group. And may have even more of a tourist-centric viewpoint
than the rest of us.)
Now, The Santa
Fe Opera is a world-renowned venue for classical musical theater that plays
host to a variety of operas each summer.
Situated on a mesa with panoramic views of the surrounding high desert
of New Mexico, the audience faces west toward an ever-changing horizon of
sunsets and thunderstorms, which are frequently visible throughout many
productions when no backdrops are used. Sixteen
percent of the jobs in Santa Fe, about 9,800, come directly or indirectly from
tourism. And the opera is one of the
town’s major visitor attractions whose impact on New Mexico's economy has been
calculated at more than $200 million each year according to the Americans for
the Arts web site.
Marsha and
I attended our first SF Opera performance this past summer – “The (R)evolution
of Steve Jobs.” It was her initial opera
experience and my second. My
introduction was arguably more extravaganza than musical art – a presentation
of “Turandot” at the Hartford Connecticut Civic Center featuring a menagerie of
animals (including several camels) marching across the dirt-covered basketball
court which sat atop the hockey rink. Steve Jobs was the perfect opera for us –
or me anyway – ninety minutes, one act, entirely in English. And the desert sunset was more impressive
than the long-legged desert animals.
The
potential casino site is wholly owned and controlled by the Tesque Pueblo, which
has the total legal right to build whatever they wish on the land with no
outside oversight. So it is definitely going
to happen.
However, as
reported in the Santa Fe New Mexican, “Unknown is what effect - if any -
traffic, noise and light from the development will have on the open-air,
summertime opera, where the night sky seen from the hilltop theater is as much
a part of the experience as the arias.”
The Santa
Fe Chamber of Commerce says the new casino will bring jobs and visitors to the
city and that the Tesuque Pueblo and The Santa Fe Opera will be able to work
together to address the opera’s concerns. “I think they can respect each other
as neighbors.”
But, as one
likely double T letter writer opined, “It is impossible to imagine how any
design could solve the problem of lights and traffic noise that inevitably
would effect the opera…Has [the developer] ever attended our opera, and does he
understand what conditions a required for a successful performance?”
And a
non-opera lover observed sarcastically that he was certain “[the casino] will
be overrun by all these expensively dressed, elites driving their Range Rovers
and Porsches before and after every opera.”
(For the record – we drive a bright red Jeep Renegade.)
Meanwhile
at the south end of town – ours actually – The Flying J Corporation is
attempting to build a new Truck Stop (what they call a “Travel Center”) at the
north end of the scenic Turquoise Trail and within a few miles of several
semi-rural communities (including Rancho Viejo) – at the entry point for most first
time drivers into Santa Fe.
Accusations
of “ruining the character of our city” and “ambient light destroying the black
star-lit heavens above us” versus charges of “looking down on hard-working
truck drivers who deliver the food you eat” and “trying to preserve your
precious, imaginary little town” fly in the editorial pages and at town
meetings. The developer and their
supporters argue that the truck stop will bring more jobs to the city. Jobs are a good thing. In fact Marsha and I would not be in a
position to oppose this project if we had not had interesting, well-paying
ones. Unlike the casino issue – the
outcome of the truck stop looks to be in doubt.
For one thing a Truck Stop already exists about twenty minutes south of
this site at the San Felipe Travel Center and Casino.
Also there are
other squabbles. In a bitterly debated
referendum, last May the voters turned down a proposal by Mayor Javier Gonzales
to establish a sugar tax on soda in order to fund a Pre-Kindergarten program in
the schools.
And certain members of the
Catholic Spanish Community once again enraged the local Indian population with
their annual public celebration of the “Entrada” wherein they reenact what they
say was the friendly welcome that the Spaniards, under the guidance of the
Virgin Mary, received from the Pueblo Indians when the Conquistadors arrived in
Santa Fe. The Native Americans remember
the event as being considerably more coercive, violent, bloody and deadly. This quarrel has festered for many years,
even resulting in the placement of police sharpshooters on the rooftops around
the town Plaza in order to prevent violence last year. Eight demonstrators were arrested this time. The charges were later dismissed.
It seems
that fervently felt internal disagreements are as much a part of the character of
the City Different as are the art, architecture, outdoor activities, museums,
food, people and overall cultural/open-air ambience that attracted us and many
others.
But, at the
end of the day, Marsha and I still have the sunset: either descending behind
the nearby Jemez Mountains as seen from our back yard patio; or spreading
across the endless sky on our drive home from the independent contemporary arts
cinematheque on
Old Pecos Trail; or abstractly portrayed on canvas by Georgia O’Keeffe; or turning
the adobe walls on Canyon Road a subtle shade of pink.
Or – we can
only hope – radiating through the open
backdrop at the Santa Fe Opera.
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