That most infamous Nashville eminent domain case has new dog in the fight.
It’s Reba’s husband, Narvel Blackstock.
As we remember, a widow of the music business, Joy Ford, is in the fight of her life to hold on to her miniature, tiny property on the south side of Music Row Circle.
That’s because a large Houston developer, The Lionstone Group, wants it and Metro is probably going to let them have it, based on the erroneous Supreme Court New London Decision.
Narvel’s arguments are flimsy at best.
“It is hard to understand how anyone who cares about the music industry and loves Music Row could stand in the way of badly needed improvements to the neighborhood,” he writes.
Narvel, this isn’t about country music. It’s about the Constitution and property rights.
He continues, “For those who question whether the area was blighted, consider that the owner of this building felt it necessary to surround it with a chain link fence topped with barbwire.”
So we’re using the blighted argument again, are we?
That’s the loophole given by the Supreme Court to allow anyone to define what blighted might mean.
So maybe to me, that nude Musica statue in the middle of that so called ‘roundabout’ that your friends plopped down in the middle of Music Row, may possibly fit my definition of blighted. It’s certainly tacky.
But I digress.
A reader to The Tennessean summed it up best.
“She bought the land and it’s paid for. Her building certainly isn’t the most attractive on Music Row. But once again, that’s not the point here. The main concern is for someone’s rights and the fact that this city wants to use eminent domain to take someone’ property so a private developer can build here. Do you not see how wrong that is or how un-American that is?”
It’s too bad that reader did not have the opportunity to argue the New London case before the Supreme Court a few years ago. He’s on firm Constitutional ground.
All city officials in every city should take note. If this case and future cases like it gain a lot of publicity, they will be argued in the court of public opinion. Americans hate to see the little person trampled upon. It’s in our DNA.