We are sorry to report that Vicie Williams is in the hospital with a serious recurring medical condition and must reschedule her Community Barbecue Extravaganza, which was to be held on Tuesday night, Aug. 5 in the Jordan neighborhood of Minneapolis. An emotional Williams called me Tuesday morning to express her sadness at disappointing so many people and promises to reschedule when she recovers.
Vicie Williams appreciates block parties, but she won’t be hosting one during Tuesday’s National Night Out.
Not one to think small, Williams is throwing a Community Barbecue Extravaganza, a seven-hour catered affair featuring her unique brand of fruit-flavored barbecue sauces — and her unique brand of persuasion.
“Hi! How ya doing, young man?” Williams shouts to a teenager riding up the hill on his blue bike in north Minneapolis’ Jordan neighborhood. He thinks he’s going to ride away, but he’s wrong.
“You live around here?” Williams asks. “Come talk to me.”
For weeks, 53-year-old Williams has driven her ’97 red Camry, a Bible on the dashboard, to nearby grocers and fast-food chains to drum up food donations. In the hot afternoons and early evenings, she walks with a clipboard, knocking on doors on her block and surrounding streets to pass out handwritten fliers, and gamely approaching drivers in parked cars and neighbors smoking on their steps.
“You need to be here on Aug. 5,” she tells all of them.
Like many National Night Out events, Williams’ will feature a bouncy castle, face painting and visits from local dignitaries. Unlike most, this party stretching for three blocks of James Avenue N. also will include 10 minutes devoted to Parents of Murdered Children. It’s a tragically named group of which Williams is a member.
Williams, a grandmother of five who has lived in the Jordan neighborhood for four years, is bone-tired of the violence. North Minneapolis has suffered four homicides since February, and countless shootings, including one on this street. Guns seized from nearby streets total 258 so far this year, a 34 percent increase over 2013.
While city officials are pumping $300,000 in overtime pay for more police officers, Williams has another solution, and it’s spelled j-o-b-s.
Her gathering, from 2 to 9 p.m., will be more than a chance to meet the neighbors and eat tasty chicken wings. It will be the start of a grass-roots movement to bring her Sister Chris’ Fruit-Flavored Products LLC to the North Side.
“What do you think of a manufacturing company opening in north Minneapolis that this community owns?” she asks a man who steps onto his porch when he realizes this is not a plea for potato salad.
“Nine times out of 10, felons can’t get a job,” she tells him, noting that she’ll give 41 percent of profits to the community. “I need your signature and your e-mail address. I’ll see you at National Night Out?”
He grabs her pen and signs the petition, then pulls two other residents out of his house to do the same.
“The people I talk to, they’re just eating it up,” she says.
Williams hopes to garner 100,000 signatures in support of her production plant, for no other reason than to shout her point to business and political leaders. (With the help of local churches, she’s up to 500 names, “praise God,” she said.) She’s talking with the West Broadway Business and Area Coalition, and the Jordan Area Community Council, and is buoyed by President Obama’s recent visit, during which he spoke about “investing in manufacturing start-ups so that we’re creating good jobs making products here in America, here in Minnesota.”
Williams can’t help but believe he was speaking to her, and if you know Williams, you’re inclined to believe it.