At 8:05 PM on Monday, August 30, the Facebook page of Atlanta’s Fox Theatre offered the following information:
“Atlanta Landmarks, Inc. has offered Joe a new occupancy agreement to remain in his apartment. The full board has authorized the Executive Committee to negotiate a new occupancy agreement. The Fox’s generosity is consistent in this agreement & he will continue to be able to live at the Fox rent free and the Fox will continue to pay the majority of his utilities. Joe is allowed to live here as long as he is able.”
Awww. How generous are they? They cancel a life-time lease so that the man in question can stay in his home as long as he is able. But more on that after I introduce the cast:
The “Joe” in question is a genuine hero to many Atlantans and a bona fide Atlanta legend: “The Phantom of the Fox,” the man who saved the Fox Theater from destruction, not once, but twice. He is 83-year-old Joe Patten. In the ’70s, it looked like The Fox Theatre — a former great movie palace of the ’20s, then down on its luck – would be lost to Atlanta’s idea of progress. But Joe Patten was a central figure in its eventual renaissance. The Save the Fox campaign that lead to the theatre’s eventual rescue and stunning restoration. The second time he saved the Fox, it was from a fire: he knew the theatre so well, he was able to lead the fire brigade to its exact location. In return for these and other contributions to the Fox’s revival and restoration, he was given a life-time lease on an apartment he built within the Fox building.
During this same time, group was, according to a GPB documentary celebrating the Fox’s 75th anniversary, an odd mix of lawyers, architects, preservationists, organ lovers and dreamers created Atlanta Landmarks, Inc. In “The Fabulous Fox,” Joe Myers, former attorney for Atlanta Landmarks, explains that “It (wasn’t) a corporation that’s made up of the movers and shakers in Atlanta. It (did) not have the major corporate support. We (did) not have the society support. What we (did) have though is a corporation with a lot of energy.” Today, Atlanta Landmarks, Inc. is a non-profit founded to fundraise, nurture, protect and restore the Fox. The Fox Theatre is actually owned by Atlanta Landmarks. Currently the Atlanta Landmarks Executive Committee & Board has apparently decided that they want Joe out of the building, and I believe these people are the villains of the piece. One exception is Robert Foreman, Jr., a man of great integrity, who understands and values Joe’s contributions and devotion to the Theatre. (Some of Mr. Foreman’s behind-the-scenes work can be found in these letters, which include several interesting inside-Atlanta Landmarks documents.)
I don’t want to waste a lot of your time here bringing you up to speed, especially since the story has been all over Atlanta’s newspapers and TV for weeks. If you need to play catch-up, here’s the first article that got my horrified attention. And here’s the one that really made my blood boil. And then there was this is letter from Atlanta Landmarks, Inc. (Joe iand Mr. Foreman created the organization, and both are long-time board members). Its current chair and second vice-president hand-delivered this insult personally. Joe had just returned home from a brief hospital stay, and his doctors had cleared him to return to his apartment. Keep reading that document, and you’ll also see the response from Joe’s lawyer, Emmet Bondurant, and several other interesting and disturbing documents.
Now, apparently the city’s outrage caught Atlanta Landmarks’ board and The Fox Theatre staff off guard. Their messaging has been misleading at best and disingenuous at worst. Mr. Bondurant kindly provided me with all the documents pertaining to Joe’s lease, what generous offer Atlanta Landmarks has made, and some of Mr. Bondurant’s responses.
Access to these documents means I can pinpoint some of the Fox’s statements that are misleading both media and citizens. I’m only going to write about a couple at a time to give you time to digest the reality before I throw another one of their spins at you.