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the greatest exhibition
in the history
of Western civilization.
(Music continues)
(music fades)
(piano and orchestral music)
- The Barnes art now returned
to great fanfare and a...
well, I was gonna say
that you could imagine,
but I think that was saved
for later, but...
(Music continues)
A showing at the
Philadelphia Museum,
the archenemy,
Satan's lair,
reveling in their possession,
temporary though it was,
of the Barnes art.
- This was the great slap
to Barnes, was that,
"Well, we have to show
the paintings
in Philadelphia too."
Well, why?
Basically, it raised a lot
of money for the art museum.
They had a big Barnes show
at the art museum here,
and they made a lot of money
on the back of it.
had their own interests.
The only person
whose interest had no champion
was Albert Barnes.
Everyone had abandoned him.
- You know, the paintings
come back from the tour,
and Glanton wants to have
this big party.
Glanton's using it
exactly the way
Barnes didn't want it
to be used,
which was as a sort
of social backdrop thing.
I mean, we're talking all
of the, like,
wealthy people
from Philadelphia,
with their Rollses
and all their stuff,
came to the party,
and they're just all up and down
- The Philadelphia swells
came down in droves.
And once again, Richard Glanton
basked in the reflected glow
of the Barnes art.
But what he didn't reckon with
was the neighbors.
- Chaos.
It was absolute chaos.
Nothing had ever happened
like that
in the 18 years
we had lived here.
Was this the first of many?
Was this-- our neighborhood
has now changed to this?
(Music continues)
- The Barnes Foundation
has been here
for over 70 years,
Iived in perfect harmony
with the neighborhood
for all these years,
and all of a sudden, it becomes
- This is from Quebec also.
from Quebec.
- Our neighborhood
was completely clogged
top to bottom.
Five days a week,
thousands of people a week
were coming and parking
and eating on my lawn
and parking in my driveway.
I mean, it happened
to all of us.
- My kitchen sink
faces the Barnes,
and I guess I spend
half my life at the sink.
So every time I saw a bus,
I would run out with the camera
and videotape it.
I don't know
how you pronounce that,
but that's how I feel.
Richard Glanton referred to me
that he was being harassed
by the KGB.
That was me--
I felt very powerful
for a moment.
- I'd brought the Barnes
out of the Dark Ages
and opened it up,
and it's weird
that a few people
refused to accept that.
- We went to the township
to see about fast-tracking
permission
And Richard very much wanted
this parking lot fast-tracked
at this point.
- You're operating
a commercial museum
in a residential neighborhood.
at that time,
would have made it easier
for you to operate
a commercial museum
in a residential neighborhood.
- Questions?
- We went
to a township meeting.
All the neighbors went
to the township meeting,
and people made speeches
at the meeting.
I got up,
and in my speech,
I said, I understood now
how a carpetbagger works.
And a carpetbagger
from another jurisdiction,
and, in fact, they call judges
carpetbaggers
when they do that,
and referring to Mr. Glanton
and his management team.
I referred to Mr. Glanton
and his people,
and that was the end of it.
- The township said
that they couldn't fast-track
a parking lot.
Richard was not happy
with that response.
- It wasn't about the cars
or the traffic.
It was about being hostile.
I don't know why.
You know, I just said,
"This is enough.
I mean, I'm just gonna bring
this lawsuit."
(frantic instrumental music)
to his house,
and he said,
"Bob, I have something,
but I need you to sit down."
I had no idea
what he was talking about.
Because of my use of the word
"carpetbagger"
and "his people,"
they used those two phrases
as the basis
- Glanton ordered
the Barnes's lawyers
to begin preparations
for a suit
against the Lower Merion
township commissioners
and the neighbors
under the federal
Ku Klux Klan Act.
- They accused us of conspiracy
with the township
to deprive them
of their rights
but motivated
by racial grounds.
- They compared not only me,
but they compared others of us
to Hitler.
They showed pictures of people
being lynched in South Carolina
and associated that
with the neighbors.
And I'm thinking,
"What the devil did I do?
I got up,
and I was concerned
that I have buses
and I can't get out
of my driveway.
What am I doing here
in the middle
of something like this,
being called Hitler? "
- All over Philadelphia
in law firms
hither and thither,
the legal fees
on all sides mounted.
And the Barnes's already skimpy
endowment was being drained.
It was just being drained.
- They get all this money spent
sending the collection
to Paris and Tokyo
and made a huge pile of money,
which then was all...
I don't want to say
"pissed away."
I should say something
more appropriate.
You can cut that one out, okay?
that we were just gonna fold
and say, "We drop out.
We're dropping out."
He just picked
the wrong neighbors.
- Eventually, the entire case
was thrown out.
Judge Brody said there was not
one scintilla of racial animus
in any of the evidence
the Barnes presented.
- In this particular situation,
there's not ever a comment made
about us that does not--
preceded by the word "hostile."
- Their PR firm has maintained
that we harassed them.
The PR firm has maintained
that we sued them.
I mean, if that's what people
are gonna believe,
that we harassed them
and that we are devious,
terrible people...
we've given up trying.
was the Ku Klux Klan Act
invoked.
And the mischief that followed
is incalculable.
I mean, thus the whole story
turns on the tale
of a 52-car parking lot.
The president
of Lincoln University
is desperate to get Glanton
out of there,
and in her fury
over the dismissal
of the Ku Klux Klan suit,
to the trustees
of the Barnes Foundation
suggesting that it was time
to rotate the presidency.
- People can have
their own views.
They're entitled to them.
But, uh...my story is
that it was a second rebirth
of Barnes
during my tenure as president.
I tried to do something
real quick
that was different,
because it had to be done.
And I knew I had no time
to mess around because--
What was that dog's name?
Cerebus, who guards
the gates of hell--
Was after me.
I had been approached about
turning the Barnes over
to the Philadelphia
Museum of Art
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