
Columns & Articles -- Political & Otherwise

And he grew to love Oak Park
(Published Jan. 9, 1997)
If I were to know of Sacramentan Luke Breit only through news accounts, I wouldn't know much. I'd remember that a few months ago he was running for the City Council seat vacated by Deborah Ortiz and then, in December, changed his mind. I'd know he runs in environmental, political and arts circles and had the support of well-known Democrats Cruz Bustamante and Willie Brown. I might know he's a poet, but might also say, cynically, "OK, well, isn't everybody?" But then I read a poem he recently wrote and longed for the opportunity missed. I wondered what a person who observes life so keenly might have brought to the creative governing of a city. That will remain unanswered, at least for now. When Breit (pronounced "bright") initially entered the council race, he went out into his district and saw more of it than most dare. He started precinct walking in Oak Park because it was early and he thought it might be memorable later in the race. And people noticed, a 49-year-old white man seeking out African American voters. But he soon learned he was running because supporters said he should. It took him longer to figure out why he wanted the job. He found the answer in Oak Park. In "Unintended Lessons: Christmas 1996," Breit wrote about going into District 5's struggling African American neighborhoods and finding an astonishing supply of ideas, benevolence and hope. "Everyone I talked to was very involved in some way. They might be poor, but they were involved in something . . . something that, however small, had the goal of improving lives." Strangers invited him into tidy homes "held together only by the cracked caulking of poverty." He saw children returning from school each day, "running the gauntlet of gangs." He passed by the Temple of Faith Christian Center on Fifth Avenue one day where young men were waving passersby inside for free hot dogs and lemonade; Breit accepted the invitation. Inside he met Bishop E.M. Love, the pastor, who invited him to the next night's service. Breit, an agnostic, went and was moved and stunned by the faith and love he witnessed. Pastor to parishioner. Parishioner to pastor. And also to him. Love invited him to speak; Breit and the congregation connected. It changed his life. But Breit became convinced that politics should be more about areas like Oak Park "or why bother?" While other neighborhoods wrangle over light rail, property values and stadiums, the issues of poverty are life and death. "I saw how hard people are working to change their lives and came to believe the city's not doing enough," he said. One man he met was illustrative of many. He lived in a neat, threadbare apartment; he didn't have much. But he cared deeply. His biggest worry was playing children dodging speeding cars on the street below. All he wanted from government was speed bumps. "Here he was in his twilight years and his deepest concern was for those children," Breit said. "That's what I kept finding -- a generosity of spirit from people who don't have that much." That's what he learned from his abandoned campaign. That he wants to be part of that. That doing so is a duty of humanity.There, in a Baptist church,
Breit dropped out of the race when important political endorsements went to another candidate. Genevieve Shiroma had paid more dues. It was her turn.
surrounded by incredible song,
I felt myself drowning in a dark sea,
my agnosticism no longer a source of pride
but rather a pariah,
separating me from these new friends
more than the color of my skin.
. . . How easy for me to say,
"God is a crutch I do not need."
And how hard to live these lives,
to lie in bed at night waiting for
the jagged cymbal crash of gunfire
and the roaring inferno of sirens . . .
How sweet those church doors
must appear each Sunday
how like Heaven itself they must seem.
Capitol Letter
Coast Magazine, 7/96

Judi Bari, Earth First! and Headwaters Forest
By Luke Breit
In my job in Sacramento as a lobbyist for environmental causes, we at Californians Against Waste (CAW) have evolved what we think of as a pragmatic and realistic approach to resource conservation, and that is to support and promote recycling and waste reduction.
Jumping onto the hysterical and not altogether accurately depicted "landfill crisis" bandwagon in the 80s, brought on by the front page story of a barge carrying mountains of New York garbage with no where to go, CAW utilized those concerns to pass a battery of waste reduction and recycling policies in California, including the Bottle Bill, under which 80% of carbonated drink containers are now being recycled (as compared with just over 20% of containers not in the program), the Integrated Waste Management Act under which local jurisdictions must cut in half the waste disposal by 2000, various recycled-content laws for paper, glass and plastic, and the California Truth in Environmental Advertising law, upheld by the Supreme Court but then shot down by the legislature last year.
The landfill crisis may have been overstated, but the damage to our environment caused by our continued demand for virgin resources has not -- damage, incidentally, not limited just to the loss of those resources but to the air, water, loss of energy, etc., caused by the extraction of those resources. It seems to us at CAW and our 24,000 members that, living as we do in a culture unabashedly capitalistic and consumer-based, ending this dependency can only be achieved by altering the economy from a resource-dependent one to a sustainable one -- in other words, start making our products out of used stuff instead of new stuff.
It works, too. The laws we've helped pass in California and at the federal level requiring government-procured paper to contain a minimum of 20% recycled fibers have saved the equivalent of a forest the size of Vermont. New industries utilizing recycled materials for manufacturing products are springing up throughout the state, creating new jobs and adding millions of dollars to the economy. Everyday we get inquiries from entrepreneurs who see exciting new opportunities in California and look to us to open some doors for them to do business here.
This is a good thing. I am quite proud of what we do, of how much success we've had, of the impact we're having.
And yet last weekend, sitting around a campfire 30 minutes east of Willits, I couldn't help but ask myself some hard questions. What started out as a poetry weekend with a reading in town and a birthday party for a dear friend ended up in a kind of mini-base camp for Earth First! as Judi Bari and some of her friends and family sat around the campfire, played old songs with re-written Earth First! lyrics, and talked a bit about her personal struggles as the victim of a bombing which almost took her life at the beginning of "Redwood Summer" and about the endless struggle of which she continues to be such a significant architect.
I like Judi Bari. She is littler than you expect her to be, perhaps because of the size of her legend, but in keeping with Earth First's declared non-hierarchical structure, she's friendly, a little self-effacing, warm, and, as the great poet Richard Hugo once said to me, "as approachable as air."
Lying around the ground by the campfire in the darkening night as Judi and co-Earth First! organizer Alicia sang, were several copies of an Earth First! brochure calling for people to come to a base-camp at Headwaters Forest in Humboldt for continued actions against the Maxxam Corporation's removal of "salvage" timber this summer, leading up to massive demonstrations and civil disobedience when Maxxam attempts again to log in the virgin groves of Headwaters this fall.
The brochure was at once inviting and fun but very serious. It described in clear ways what was at stake -- the life or death of this forest. It took great pains to stress the non-violent nature of the campaign to the point of urging people who felt they might not be able to live under those restrictions to simply not come.
Judi Bari comes to her environmentalism through the somewhat circuitous route of economics. A strong unionist and International Workers of the World (IWW) organizer, Judi is in this fight as much for the workers as for the trees, although ironically a lot of the workers believe she is the devil incarnate. Sitting around the campfire listening to her fiddle and sing, I thought back to the struggles of the beginning of the labor movement in this country, how the act of congregating around a campfire singing union songs must have provided a feeling of unity and courage that enabled our grandfathers and grandmothers to stand up to the bosses and their hired jackals.
The old-time labor singer and almost retired U. Utah Phillips is singing at the Palms in Davis this Thursday and I will be there. Utah once told me that the reason he only sings old-time labor songs is that many years ago, sitting around watching TV in a striking union hall in Buffalo, NY that was showing a United Farm Workers' march with Caesar Chavez and Robert Kennedy leading the way, one of the workers in Buffalo said, "Ah, why don't they go back to where they come from." Utah said that he decided on the spot to sing only the old songs so that these folks would understand where their movement had come from. "He musta thought that child labor laws were handed down by enlightened corporations instead of won with the blood and lives of working folk," Utah said to me.
Maybe the saddest thing about the timber battles is that so many of the workers have convinced themselves that the companies are their allies and the environmentalists their enemies. But Judi Bari and many others understand that winning this fight is the only chance the loggers have of continuing their way of life in any guise. Otherwise, in a few short years, the companies will have taken what little is left and disappeared. They will not be taking these men and their families with them when they go. There is no better day awaiting them for their travails.
Judi sang a song whose refrain went something like, "The white man's world will soon be over." I started to be offended, being a white man and all, but I noticed her refrain also called out to both her brothers and her sisters, and I understood what she meant had to do less with gender and more with visions of what the world is.
For men -- yes, white men -- like Charles Hurwitz, it is about only how much you can take from it. I don't know what he dreams of at night, whether nightmares unbutton his sleep, but I imagine he is uncomfortable around children, for at some level of his consciousness he understands that he bequeaths them only a diminished world. Greed is his only motivating force, and the sad thing is that he and men and women like him believe that it is the only motivating force not just for themselves, but for everyone. That is what makes them so protective of their accumulations and why they cannot stand to be told they can't take something they fully believe is theirs.
People like Judi, however, thrive on a vision of what our world could look like if -- when -- we rid ourselves of greed and operate for the benefit of all people, all life. Hers is the struggle the core of which is not about trees or workers but everything of value in the world, because how we treat the world is instantly reflected in how we treat each other. Adolph Hitler was not an environmentalist any more than he was a humanist.
This is the reason, incidentally, why I wish things like the Sierra Club calendars did not display wilderness empty of human life. This is precisely the wrong message to send, a message that in fact goes along, however unintentionally, with the belief of men like Hurwitz that men and women are separate from nature, and that nature therefore is an outside force -- an enemy really -- with which we must contend.
I don't know if Judi's way can succeed. Perhaps I've spent too much of my life in places like the State Capitol where the signs of the white man's world soon ending are not in evidence. I fear she and her brothers and sisters will lose at Headwaters, that the rapaciousness has gone too far and extends too deeply into our psyche for these beautiful trees to be saved in this way.
Ultimately, I think, our strategy here at CAW is more effective; that to save these diminishing and dying resources we are going to have to use capitalist tools, to change how the economy works, not what the economy is, to insist that capitalism, still after all in its infancy, administers to the wounds it creates. Perhaps the greatest lesson in capitalism can be seen in the conflict between the characters portrayed by Walter Huston and Humphrey Bogart in "The Treasure of the Sierra Madre." Both want the riches the mountain has to offer, but Bogart is willing to leave the mountain wounded and take the goods while Huston's approach is to thank the mountain for its gifts and heal it before leaving. At CAW, we like Huston's approach and think in the end it will go further to saving those resources than Bari's method.
But as I wander the halls of the Capitol this summer, looking for the few votes I need to kill some truly noxious bill, I will think of Judi, her young friend Alicia -- Alicia of the most beautiful and impassioned voice -- of her daughter Lisa and of my son Yannis who has said he plans to be there too -- and of all the other young and old men and women at the Earth First! base camp at Headwaters, and of the camaraderie between them as they go about their sweet and earnest work of defying the great white god of greed in the only way they know. It may not turn out to be a more effective way of creating change, but it is certainly a holier one, one with fewer bargains having to be made with the devil.
I envy them their hope and I find myself believing against odds that perhaps they will win, not enough to be there perhaps, but enough for sure to send them a check.
(If you want to send a check or join the effort, contact Earth First!, 316 S. Main St., Willits, CA 95490.)

Plain Speaking - Two Men from Kansas
By Luke Breit There is another Kansan, a plain-speaking man who told the truth, a lovely poet named William Stafford who died a few years ago, and I thought of him a bit as I listened to Bob Dole's acceptance speech at the Republican Convention. As a writer -- and in fact as a former speechwriter -- I do not think it was as good a speech as many thought, although given the expectations one had for Bob Dole, it was perhaps a very good speech. At its best, it was a soaring speech of plain talk, it had moments of William Stafford, but Stafford never turned over his poems to a committee to write. Unfortunately, Dole did not trust himself enough -- or at least someone did not trust him enough -- to keep that speech out of the hands of a committee. But let Bob Dole speak eloquently for himself: ...Do not think that I have forgotten whose moment this is above all. It is for the people of America that I stand here tonight, and by their generous leave. And as my voice echoes across darkness and desert, as it is heard over car radios on coastal roads, and as it travels above farmland and suburb, deep into the heart of cities that, from space, look tonight like strings of sparkling diamonds, I can tell you that I know whose moment this is: it is yours. It is yours entirely. An eloquent comment, a poetic view of America. I thought, as I heard him speak, about how Americans of another age gathered around the radio as they do now the TV, except with the radio, with those voices coming across America out of the darkness, one's imagination could soar. I thought of entire pennant races being played out on the radio. But Bob Dole was not on radio, he was on TV. And so, appropriately, he addressed his age. He said: Age has its advantages. Let me be the bridge to an America that only the unknowing call myth. Let me be the bridge to a time of tranquillity, faith, and confidence in action. And to those who say it was never so, that America has not been better, I say, you're wrong, and I know, because I was there. And I have seen it. And I remember. Well, despite the fact that it wasn't really better for everybody, that's very nice. Who doesn't want an America where neighbor helps neighbor instead of neighbor shooting neighbor? Who doesn't want a time when one's children were safe, where doors were unlocked? But the thing about Bob Dole is that it's not in him to stay too nice and sentimental for long. Because while it's true, that vision of America he recalls for us, the one in which people come out after a fire to help a neighbor rebuild, those same people were never much tolerant of strangers and, more importantly, of strange and unusual ideas. And like his neighbors, he's really only into, it turns out, helping folks who are a lot like him: What enabled us to accomplish this has little to do with the values of the present. After decades of assault upon what made America great, upon supposedly obsolete values. What have we reaped? What have we created? What do we have? What we have in the opinion of millions of Americans is crime and drugs, illegitimacy, abortion, the abdication of duty, and the abandonment of children. And after the virtual devastation of the American family, the rock upon this country - on which this country was founded, we are told that it takes a village, that is, the collective, and thus, the state, to raise a child. Well, here's where Bob Dole and I start to part company. Bob thinks that crime and drugs have led to illegitimacy, abortion, the abdication of duty and the abandonment of children. Dole probably meant to include rock and roll in the mix. But I think when Richard Nixon started to cut back on Lyndon Johnson's War on Poverty, and Ronald Reagan escalated the cuts by trimming $90 billion from the corporate tax bill, that's when the real abdication of responsibility set in. That's when the schools really started to decline, when public housing subsidies virtually ended, when the homeless population began to explode, when hope began to evaporate from our poorest communities, urban and rural. Reagan cut corporate taxes promising that corporate America unleashed would solve America's problems. But for the most part, they didn't. They took the money and ran. And suddenly, America couldn't afford to do anything anymore, except fund a bloated defense industry. If I could by magic restore to every child who lacks a father or a mother, that father or that mother, I would. And though I cannot, I would never turn my back on them, and I shall as president, promote measures that keep families whole. That's nice, Bob, but you can't, not for this generation anyway. Maybe with a real commitment to urban inner city America -- a real commitment to the schools, to tax incentives for community-based hiring, to the restoration of hope in America's ghettos, you could. Meanwhile, we better put that village idea of Hillary's in play, because it's what's needed when families fail. And Bob, don't you think that the communities in those small towns you love to extoll provided a village that helped innoculate children with values? That the teachers in the small one-room schoolhouses provided glimpses of things beyond the flat plains that stirred some of those young imaginations and spirits? It's that village thing again, Bob. Then came my favorite part of Dole's speech, the part where he repudiates two decades of Republican thinking, i.e., that the Republican party does not basically cater to greed. And so, he takes the Clinton campaign to task for their motto, "It's the economy, stupid." Dole says: And in the last presidential election, in the last presidential election, you, the people, were gravely insulted. You were told that the material was not only the most important ... but, in fact, really the only (thing) that really mattered. I don't hold to that for a moment. No one can deny the importance of material well being. And in this regard it is time to recognize that we have surrendered too much of our economic liberty. Somewhere, a grandmother couldn't afford to call her granddaughter, or a child went without a book, or a family couldn't afford that first home, because there was just not enough money to make that call, buy the book or pay the mortgage or, for that matter, to do many other things that one has the right and often the obligation to do. Why? Because some genius in the Clinton administration took the money to fund yet another theory, yet another program, and yet another bureaucracy. Are they taking care of you or are they taking care of themselves? No, Bob, the reason that the grandmother can't call her grandaughter isn't because of a new tax program some Clinton staffer has dreamed up. It's the result of the deregulation of telephone services in which local callers subsidize the low long distance rates companies pay. It's the result of the corporations that have downsized hundreds of thousands of Americans out of work. It's the result of junk bond kings who used the Reagan tax cuts to buy up the strongest companies and strip them of their assets, throwing thouands more out of work. It's all the handiwork of the Republican Party. Bill Clinton doesn't say, "It's the economy, stupid," because he believes that money is the only thing that matters in America -- he says it because he understands that until every American has a decent job with a livable wage and health benefits, it is hard for those families to partake in the other values of our country. People who can't find work can't put much food on their tables. People who are terrified about the future because they have had to trade in their union job for some $7 an hour fast-food position are sometimes the people who do desperate things, who leave their children or turn to alcohol and violence. And then the man who has just told us that America isn't just about money and wealth, that man then proposes an across the board tax cut of 15 percent. Imagine, Bob Dole says: It means you will have a president who will reduce taxes 15 percent across-the-board for every taxpayer in America. It will include a $500 per child tax credit for lower- and middle-income families. Taxes for a family of four making $35,000 would be reduced by more than half - 56 percent to be exact. And that's a big, big reduction. It means you'll have a president who will help small businesses - the businesses that create most new jobs - by reducing the capital gains tax rate by 50 percent. Cut it in half. It means you will have a president who will end the IRS as we know it. What that phrase lacks in the soaring elements of the speech's beginning moments, it makes up for in cynicism. I will not dwell here on what every other writer in America has pointed out, that Dole's entire career until this minute has been a repudiation of easy fixes, but we should never forget that we've tried supply-side voo-doo economics before and it has placed the nation several trillions of dollars in debt. Supply-side economics does do one thing its proponents claim: it puts a lot more money in the hands of corporations. What it does not do, and has never done, is put more money in the treasury of the United States. If we cut $6 billion over the next four years from the treasury, there are things we simply will not have, and for those of you who support the idea of such a tax break, I urge you to demand that they tell you what $6 billion in "fat" they plan to trim -- and it's clearly not going to be the military or prisons, the last two growth industries in the Republican view of government -- because some of the programs you like and need will be among them. And because ultimately taxpayers will not allow massive cuts in favorite programs, we will inevitably see a new round of skyrocketing U.S. debt, debt we will be placing squarely on the shoulders of the next generations. Don't think just because Dole doesn't respect the current Administration, liberals and other groups of Americans, that he doesn't respect anything. Dole told us: I save my respect for the Constitution, not for those who would ignore it, violate it, or replace it with conceptions of their own fancy. My administration will zealously protect civil and constitutional rights, while never forgetting that our own primary duty is protecting law-abiding citizens - everybody in this hall. Wow. "Everybody in this hall." That would be Republicans. They seem to be the ones Dole considers law-abiding citizens. The rest of us, I presume from his exclusionary statement, are by our very consideration of another candidate, another Party, not law-abiding. As I mentioned, Dole wants to cut a lot of things, but the military is not one of them: On my first day in office, I will put America on a course that will end our vulnerability to missile attack and rebuild our armed forces. It is a course, it is a course President Clinton has refused to take. On my first day in office, I will put terrorists on notice: If you harm one American, you harm all Americans. And America will pursue you to the ends of the earth. In short, don't mess with us if you're not prepared to suffer the consequences. And when I am president, every man and every woman in our Armed Forces will know the president is their commander in chief - not Boutros Boutros Ghali or any other U.N. secretary general. By this point in the speech, any sense I had had of eloquence and grace, even if a trifle anachronistic, was long gone. It was the Republican Party as cheerleaders all over again. In fact, the football metaphor that was sure to come when Jack Kemp was selected as the VP was now in full swing, with the delegates screaming, "USA! USA! USA!" Any semblence this convention had to a real discussion about issues was gone now, it was just another football game, and just about as serious. Damned the age-old dream that nations could lose some of their nationalistic ego and become citizens of the world, a United Nations being to the globe what the United States was meant to be for the our part of the continent. I'll leave you with the more eloquent and more truthful words of a better Kansan, and perhaps after all a better and more thoughtful American: Tuned In Late One Night by William Stafford Listen - this is a faint station Remember? - we learned that still-face way, It's like this, truth is: it's looking out while everything Now I am fading, with this ambition:
Left alive in the universe.
I was left here to tell you a message
designed for your instruction or comfort,
but now that my world is gone I crave
expression pure as all the space
around me: I want to tell what is...
to wait in election or meeting and then
to choose the side that wins, a leader
that lasted, a president that stayed in?
But some of us knew even then it was better
to lose if that was the way our chosen
side came out, in truth, at the end.
happens; being in a place of your own,
between your ears; and any person
you face will get the full encounter
of your self. When you hear any news
you ought to register delight or pain
depending on where you really live.
to read with my brights full on,
to write on a clear glass typewriter,
To listen with sympathy,
to speak like a child.