Los Angeles There’s a point when people get numb. Not so much used to something as feeling it is inevitable. Reading the news about another school shooting, this time in suburban Houston where more young people were killed, I was most struck by a young woman who was interviewed while sheltered saying, “we wondered when this would happen here.”
How chilling. To think that part of the current generation’s experience of their time in a suburban public high school includes not just football games, endless exams, proms, and the questions of what happens next in life, but wondering if you could be killed by random violence. That’s part of the package now, and after watching the protests from young people in Florida after the tragedy there, there seemed some hope of change. Even Florida seemed to be getting the message. Maybe now, Texas might.
I say “might” because although this constant expectation of random violence is now an increased part of public school education, it is not a new phenomenon in the suburbs. Worse, the expectation of potential violence has been a common part of the program in many large, urban high schools for years, and other than finger pointing from the conservatives, it never prompted reforms or gun control.
The President ordered flags at half-staff in Texas and elsewhere, but that’s neither program nor prevention. In fact, the little said in the wake of this most recent tragedy makes me feel that the level of resignation has risen. It has probably gone past young high school students watching friends and classmates killed for no reason to have now infected all of us. This is the way America is now. This is what happens and will keep happening.
Where is the tipping point that forces changes in mental health programs and support for alienated and troubled young people? Where is the program that makes it harder to access guns and restricts them sufficiently to insure both public and private security?
I don’t know, but I can’t believe we are going to continue to watch the body count rise without demanding and forcing change.
New Orleans It isn’t exactly the answer to a popular trivia question, but there might be some head scratching by outsiders, someone from Mars, or an earnest future researcher trying to puzzle out an answer to the question of how a multi-year and multi-layered partnership developed between ACORN and Clean Water Action. As always, there’s a story behind it all seeped as much by design as simple good luck and happy coincidence.
Clean Water Action was – and still is – the organization that grew out of the fight for the Safe Drinking Water Act of 1974 that established most of the protection for water and water sources that we still enjoy and defend against corporate assault and public authorities’ inattention. The stick stirring a lot of that drink had been David Zwick, an early Nadar Raider, and the founder and executive director of Clean Water Action.
Our paths crossed in 1992 as Local 100 expanded to Texas to organize school support workers in the wake of Governor Anne Richards signing a bill that allowed school workers personal decisions to mandatorily force local school districts to honor their request to join a union and have their dues deducted from their pay checks. This is the same law that is regularly under constant legislative attack now in Texas. We moved quickly and had to hire a lot of people to do a lot of jobs. Mostly Orell Fitzsimmons and I hired organizers, but the drives involved mailing and phone banking lists of thousands that triggered home visits and membership recruitment. We hired a woman named Wendy Weingarten to manage the chaos of paper and data. I don’t remember Wendy having much background in that area, but she impressed us as committed and confident, and she became the tourniquet that we applied to that gaping wound.
Working closely day by day and juggling the work with Wendy and her schedule and her growing family, the layers of her life also became clear, and that meant meeting her husband, David Zwick and coming to know Clean Water Action. David and Wendy had somehow made the decision to move and relocate to Houston for multiple reasons, but one was Zwick’s insightful conviction that a major battleground over clean water was Texas. He opened an office of sorts to keep up with his national responsibilities not far from our building in the Heights.
Year End/Year Begin meetings were always mandatory in the ACORN family of organizations and that meant Wendy’s attendance was also required, and that David would be around with kids in tow as well. David, quiet and without comment, because of our respect for his work at Clean Water became the first ever outsider ever allowed to attend a YE/YB. In the days when everyone there was also asked to evaluate the meeting, David finally spoke, gracefully, about how much he appreciated being allowed to attend and how much he had learned.
A few miles away from our Heights office, Clean Water had another location that housed their local canvass program and its various staffing a couple of miles away where we introduced ACORN and Local 100’s work to their crew briefings. Having shut down ACORN’s canvass in the mid-1980s, we were intrigued that their canvass was still sufficient to support their work. The Clean Water canvass was run under contract by something called CCI, much like our own CCI. We had them run canvasses for us in Austin and Dallas among other cities for some years trying to see if we could make it work. Last summer as Chaco and I pulled the trailer out of Missoula, Montana to its new home in Manderson, Wyoming, we had a farewell dinner and talked about the small world with my old comrade and friend from Northern Plains Resource Council days, Tom France, and his partner, Meg Haan, who had run our joint operation in Austin back in those days.
I was reminded of all these times and Dave Zwick and his quiet dignity, great contributions, and our thoughtful conversations, as I stumbled on the obituary about his untimely death while reading old newspapers piled and waiting from endless days of travel.
Warriors fall, but the battles are constant and continue. We honor them still!