Fat Acceptance

Fat and Proud

By Michelle Goldberg

Marilyn Wann had had enough. Over dinner, the man that she was dating told her he was embarrassed to introduce her to his friends because she was too fat. Upset, she went home, only to find a letter from a health insurance company denying her coverage, saying she was morbidly obese. “It was a double whammy,” she said.

But instead of going on a desperate diet, as many in her situation might, Wann woke up the next morning and started Fat?So!, “The magazine for people who don’t apologize for their size.” Since then, the 5’4, 250 pound, hot-pink-haired Wann has been a leader in the growing fat pride or fat acceptance movement. She calls fat acceptance a civil rights movement that seeks to eradicate the last acceptable prejudice–discrimination against fat people.

Wann isn’t alone–there are whole organizations who share her mission. “I think you finally get fed up and tired of having to apologize for simply existing in the world. There’s a blame the victim mentality. We’re shoved around by the diet industry and then blamed for regaining the weight,” said Maryanne Bodolay of the National Association to Advance Fat Acceptance, or NAAFA.

Bodolay says NAAFA has five thousand members and 48 chapters, including groups in Brazil, Italy, New Zealand, London and Australia. There are more than thirty magazines geared towards fat people, as well as countless websites.

Central to NAAFA’s “fat politics” is the argument that fat people are not simply those who can’t control their appetites. In fact, members say that diets, along with genetics and hormones, are the cause and not the cure for obesity.

Unlike others in the movement, Wann is adamant about not wanting obesity to be classified as a disability, even though if it was fat people could sue for workplace discrimination and lack of access to public places, such a movie theaters and airplanes where the seats are too narrow. “Frankly, its not a disease. Its more of a rights issue than a health issue,” Wann said.

But Overeaters Anonymous, while critical of the diet industry, disagrees. It likens obesity to diseases like alcoholism or compulsive gambling, hardly things to be proud of.

“Being severely overweight does cause a lot of medical problems,” said Maria, who asked that her last name not be used. Maria has belonged to Overeaters Anonymous for 14 years and said obesity is never healthy.

“When I’m overweight I’m very miserable. Overeating is an obsession with food. It is a disease to me. I have a disease. Its like having diabetes,” she said.

Of course, those who share Maria’s feelings about their fat are still in the majority. Despite a spate of recent articles and the publication of the pro-fat books Eat Fat by Cornell professor Richard Klein and Women en Large by Laurie Toby Edison, the movement is far from mainstream. A spokeswoman for The National Calorie Control Council said she never heard of fat acceptance and then called it “absurd.” Spokespeople for Weight Watchers and Jenny Craig, two of the country’s most popular diet programs, also said they weren’t aware of the movement.

But increasingly, some doctors and nutritionists are saying that the fat acceptance movement is correct in its claim that the health risks around fat have been overstated. “The medical system does have a prejudice against weight. Fat acceptance has pointed out the way that the research is skewed,” said psychologist Jane Kaplan.

Kaplan, who has worked with eating disorders for over 20 years, says that the risks associated with fat may be outweighed by the stress of constant dieting and the self-loathing that comes with it. “Body acceptance is always good medicine,” she said. “It’s very political territory.”

“To some degree, there are health risks to overweight,” she continued. But she beleives that some health complaints associated with fat, such a fatigue and depression, may have more to do with the pressure of living in a fat-phobic culture.

Nutritionist Sonia Ghaemi, author of Weight Smart, said fat acceptance is healthy as long as each person is honest with themselves and not simply resigned to never losing weight. “Too much fat is not healthy but if you have it and you feel good you should feel proud of it. Honestly, don’t lie to yourself. Some people feel comfortable, and they feel fat is pretty. I want them to be eating healthy whether they’re fat or not.”

Wann said that most fat people do eat healthy. And, even though she said she believes that fat is beautiful, she rails against the diet industry, which she says is making fat people fatter.

“One of the big stereotypes is that we eat all the time. We’re getting fatter because of dieting. That’s the big blind spot, the dieter is always the failure, not the diet,” Wann said. “The way to fatten an animal is to starve an animal and then re-feed it. Your metabolism slows down when you’re eating less. People on diets are predisposing their body to gain more weight.”

Lynn McAfee, the Director of the Medical Project on the Council on Size and Weight discrimination in Philadelphia, said three social trends that have contributed to a rise in obesity in the last few decades are decreased exercise, increased consumption of fast food, and, most of all, dieting.

“There are many, many hormones involved. When we screw around with that too much, we can’t return to normal. The more we try to obtain the unattainable, the further we fall from our natural state,” she said.

McAfee was a pioneer in the fat pride movement. She was living in LA in 1974 when Cass Elliott of the Mamas and the Papas died. A nasty rumor spread that Elliott had died choking on a ham sandwich. Outraged, McAfee started the Fat Underground (F.U. for short), a group known to disrupt Weight Watchers meetings with pro-fat guerrilla theater.

It may seem odd that the fat pride movement was born in a city known for its arobicized inhabitants, but LA fat activist Idrea Lippman says it makes perfect sense. While minorities and gays can find acceptance in big cities, Lippman said, the tolerance doesn’t extend to fat people, and the constant pressure leads to militancy.

“There’s not as much of a stigma attached to being large in other parts of the country than in the big cities. The people who are here are tired of having it thrown in their face and it makes them very rebellious. In my heart of hearts I know the people who push it the most are people who are supersize (over 350 pounds). They’re the most militant of the group and they tend to get the message out there.”

Lippman differs from many in the fat acceptance movement in that she said she “can’t relate” to supersize women, even though she sees them as the movement’s leaders. Her feelings are indicative of the divisions in the movement over what constitutes fat and what, if anything, is too fat.

Some super-size people complain that a 200 pound person doesn’t understand real discrimination. “A person who is a size 12 has privileges that a person who is a size 22 doesn’t have,” said Wann.

In a roundtable discussion in the Oakland-based magazine Fat Girl, writers fulminated against women who say they feel fat even though they are thin enough to be accepted by mainstream society. “I want thin and medium-sized women to deal with their body-image dysphoria and realize that there is a world of difference between their experiences as women who hate their bodies and my experience of being fat,” said one woman.

Another said, “I don’t want to hear that it’s fine for me to be fat but for themselves they’ve just never been happy at their larger size. What they’re saying is they’re doing everything in their power to look less like me.”

Still, Wann said the movement is maturing to the point where it can be more inclusive. “I feel eating disorders are the mirror image of fat discrimination. I’m every anorexic girl’s worst nightmare and she probably thinks she looks just like me,” she said.

Wann has visited Berkeley High School to talk about fat acceptance in the hope that it will help all adolescents develop healthier body images. “I think I have the attitude that might help people who are anorexic. Its not possible in this culture to be thin enough. I feel like I’m fighting on behalf of everyone who’s wasting their precious life worrying about this non-issue.”

Web exclusive to the Aug. 27-Sept. 3, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Dream Home

Better Living


Progressive Architecture

Retro Bait: Now you’re cookin’ with gas!

Dreaming about a new dream home

By Donella H. Meadows

ON THE COVER of the newspaper’s Sunday magazine section “The New American Dream Home” invites us to enter its softly lit, splendidly arched, mostly glass, double front door. An arrow points to the “Kitchen: Adjoining ‘great room’ and eat-in nook give busy families space to congregate; a countertop personal computer lets the cook fetch recipes or the kids do homework.”

Then there’s the “Master bedroom: A dual-sink vanity gives two-career couples space during the morning rush; a jetted tub and separate sitting room create a cozy retreat.”

Office: Careerists and telecommuters want it wired for computer modem, cable, Internet access, phone, fax.”

Garage: Many two-car families add a third bay where they store the bikes, the barbecue, the tools.”

You can’t look at that perfect house without imagining the perfect family living inside. Big house equals happiness. They’ve been selling us that dream for decades. When I was a kid, my family drove around glitzy subdivisions, and I fantasized how wonderful it would be to live in a house like that.

According to the Sunday supplement, the dream homes I was seeing back then were a lot smaller. Mid-1940s: 1,200 square feet, 3 bedrooms, 1.5 baths, small living room and kitchen, median price $7,500–2.7 times the median family income of $2,685 per year. Mid-1970s: 1,600 square feet, fireplaces, air conditioning, larger kitchen, 2.5 baths, median price $39,300–3.3 times the average household income of $11,800. Mid-1990s: More than 2,000 square feet (the one in the picture is 4,340), 3 baths, 9-foot ceilings, many more windows, much bigger kitchen, median price $133,900–4.15 times the average income of $32,265.

The dream house becomes ever more inaccessible.

The magazine lists more wonders–granite countertops, his and her walk-in closets, fireplace and TV in every bedroom, media room, exercise room, special wine cooler in the kitchen, and “computers in every room so family members can e-mail one another rather than shout.”(I guess you would have to shout with such a huge house.)

The purpose of that article, of course, is to practice the great American art of making us dissatisfied with what we’ve got.

That particular piece even tells us, without the slightest hesitation, what we want:

Who you are: Couple over 35, kids in middle or high school.”

What you want: One or two stories, four or five large bedrooms, separate formal living and dining areas.”

Who you are: Childless couple over 50, self-sufficient, active leisure life.”

What you want: One story, two or three large bedrooms, large master bedroom/retreat, guest suite, formal and informal dining, three-car garage.” (What’s that bedroom/retreat a retreat from? The empty rest of the house?)”

It’s easy to make fun of this pretentiousness, but something in us does get hooked, as one can see by driving around today’s glitzy subdivisions. Private palaces sprout like mushrooms on 5-acre lots, spreading over prime farmland, leveling forests. I see each of them as a standing demand for water and energy (imagine the heating bill for those high ceilings and huge windows; imagine the gas for mowing those acres of lawns!), plus roads, plowing, garbage pickup, sewage disposal. My friends from other countries, who carry on satisfying lives in one fourth or one tenth as much house, ask me what social or community failure drives us to surround ourselves with so much built space?

I’m sensitive on this issue, because I’m beginning to design my own dream home. What I want bears no resemblance to what the magazine so smoothly assumes. I keep my recipes on 3-by-5 cards, not a computer, and my clothes don’t need a room of their own. I want a house that can function when the fossil fuel era is over, a house that doesn’t trash the planet to be built and maintained, a house the average teacher, mechanic, farmer, librarian, secretary, painter–even newspaper columnist–can afford.

An article about my Dream Home would read:

Space: Compact but gracious; enough for privacy, but not enough to accumulate piles of unnecessary, unused stuff.

Energy: Little needed because of efficient construction; most energy from the sun; wood backup; no monthly bills.

Water: Low-flow faucets; efficient appliances; graywater recirculated; biological wastewater purification.

Land: Homes tightly clustered; on marginal land, not prime farmland; open space permanently protected and shared by neighborhood; little lawn; lots of garden.

Material: Non-toxic, low maintenance, produced sustainably.

The good news, I’m discovering, is that there is a whole new profession of “green” designers, architects, builders, and engineers who can help me figure out how to build that kind of New American Dream Home.

From the Aug. 27-Sept. 3, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Scoop

Puff ‘n’ Stuff

By Bob Harris

JOE CAMEL isn’t dead. He just moved to the back room. How badly do the tobacco companies want Congress to go ahead and pass the big settlement deal that kills a bunch of liability lawsuits? Badly enough to pay top dollar for it.

According to reports from the Federal Election Commission, the tobacco industry is now pouring money into both the Republican and Democratic parties at about five times the pace of the corresponding period four years ago. They’ve already kicked in about 2 million bucks, 80 percent of which is going to the GOP majority.

You can pretend that maybe all the tobacco money flooding the wallets of Congress won’t influence anybody’s vote. But if not, then why exactly are the tobacco guys suddenly pouring millions of dollars into the coffers?

After agreeing to fork over more than a third of a trillion dollars, they suddenly all feel some extra cash burning holes in their pockets?

An RJ Reynolds spokesperson told the AP that it wasn’t their fault–the politicians are to blame, suddenly pressuring the tobacco boys to fork over like never before. Oh, really?

Not to defend a politician–Johnnie Cochran might have trouble with that feat–but it’s not like the people in Congress are the ones whose empires depend on the liability deal.

Let’s watch and see if the extra cash lubricates the agreement’s slide through Congress. If it flies through unusually fast, then we know what’s up. In which case, maybe we should just elect the corporate logos themselves and eliminate the pretense of having silk-suited bagmen acting like national leaders.

You heard it here first: Joe Camel in ’98.

WELL, GOSH. Princess Diana, or ex­Princess Diana, or Lady Di, or whatever the heck you’re supposed to call her–“That Spencer Broad” probably isn’t it–has a new squeeze. Or at least that’s what almost every newspaper in the country has reported.

This is exactly the sort of information that has no place in our brains.

If you’ll excuse me, I don’t care what this Di person is supposed to be called. I doubt I could do much worse than whatever Charles mumbles under his breath when no one is in earshot. Which for him might be several hundred yards. (Rimshot.)

She’s British. I’m not, I’m not planning to be, and I don’t care for celebrity gossip in this country, much less the imported stuff.

I’ve got nothing against her as a person. Yay, she’s getting some, good for her. But she’s not a world leader and shouldn’t be mistaken for one; in fact, she’s not even remotely important and from all indications never will be. Di’s just a cute chick who was fortunate enough to stroll by just as Chuck had a swerve on to get hitched. That’s not even in dispute.

Sure, maybe one of her kids might be Mr. King guy someday, but last I remember they’re still not old enough to negotiate a jar of Clearasil, much less a disarmament treaty. And besides, doesn’t Britain have a prime minister and a House of Commons and a democracy and stuff? I’m pretty sure I saw it on TV once. The royals are figureheads, well-dressed national ornaments–think Siegfried and Roy without the cats and flash pots–and nothing more.

So what exactly is the point of the whole royal deal, anyway? Does anyone on Earth actually believe the Windsors–actually, Wettins (the family name of Albert of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha, Queen Victoria’s consort), until they changed it during WWI so they wouldn’t sound quite so Prussian–are better or smarter or harder-working than your average schmoes? If not, then why does this nonsense continue?

The Brits can engage in whatever lunacy they please, but as an American, I still believe in an elected government and a system that at least supposedly rewards people more for hard work and creativity than for being born in a castle. I even seem to recall a whole war about this stuff a couple centuries ago.

But then, if today’s newspapers had reported the American Revolution, the Boston Tea Party would have brought editorials for more law and order, and Lexington and Concord would have been back-paged to make room for the latest wig-powdering tips from King George’s courtiers.

Tonight on Channel 6 Action News: Our money reporter explains how to make taxation without representation work for your family’s budget, and in consumer news, our happy homemaker tells how to keep our redcoats bright. Film at 11.

From the Aug. 27-Sept. 3, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Chamber Music

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The Chamber

Threefold: Marilyn Thompson, piano, joins Kathleen Lane Reynolds, flute, and Carrie Stevens, vocalist.



Chamber music mania grips the county

By Now playing at a chamber near you…

“There’s a good reason for it,” says Stover. “It’s a damn sight cheaper than a 70-person orchestra. And,” he adds, sounding more like a professor, “there’s an intimacy to that kind of music that people really enjoy. The gentleness of it appears.”

Gary McLaughlin, artistic director of the Russian River Chamber Music Society, heartily concurs. And as he’s seen this small-is-big phenomenon growing, so has his delight. “Almost all of the other art forms are going down [in popularity]: symphony, opera, ballet. People want something more intimate. And,” he adds with a small chuckle, “there seems to be something rather elitist about having a conductor . . . a king.”

Kingmaking is part of the appeal of the Redwood Arts Council’s Chamber Music in Occidental, a series that features unusual interpretations of chamber restrictions, ordinarily selling out their 140-seat church venue with an emphasis on the intimate.

For example, their first concert of the season features Chinese musician Rongchun Zhao playing the erhu–perhaps not an instrument with which Mozart was familiar.

“I don’t know anyone else who is having an erhu player,” laughs RAC president Kit Neustadter. “But what he gets out of two strings with no fret board is amazing.” Past Chamber Music in Occidental performers include the 12th-century sacred a cappella stylings of the immensely popular Anonymous 4, as well as those pop soulsters Tuck & Patti.

“I feel like I’m a trendsetter,” says Neustadter. “There are only so many days in the month, and I don’t want to do the same as anyone else.”

Preferring also not to do as others is the Classical Chamber Music Series at Sonoma State. Pioneered by pianist and SSU music faculty member Marilyn Thompson, this program aims for intimacy with an interdisciplinary focus, as Thompson incorporates members of the university’s theater and dance departments into the performances.

“We’re trying to develop an environment that is listener-friendly. We would like to attract the students on campus, and we’re trying to create an environment that is more intimate,” says Thompson, citing her intended use of living-room props to create a salon feel.

Selecting six musicians from the Santa Rosa and San Francisco symphonies, Thompson plans to stage the concerts at SSU’s Evert B. Person Theatre, with the accompaniment of mezzo-soprano Carrie Stevens. As the wisdom of greyer heads generally fills chamber music halls, Thompson’s hope is to attract a younger audience.

And there is hope for the young. Generally led by either the lead violinist or merely the chin signals of one musician to another, chamber music is often compared favorably to such hip, indigenous music as jazz, as each player performs a distinct part with no doubling of effect.

“Everybody is a leader,” says Russian River’s McLaughlin of the performers. “Everybody is important. It’s a much more personal and enjoyable art form. And it’s some of the greatest work ever written. There’s a level of precision that’s beyond what most orchestras are capable of,” he says, comparing symphonic ensembles to armies.

“It’s like a great conversation.”

From the Aug. 27-Sept. 3, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Teen Rights

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Teens & the Law


The Kids Are All Right: Graton teens stand to lose this popular hangout.

Photo by Michael Amsler



Legal rights no minor issue

By Paula Harris

IT WAS A SUN-FILLED summer afternoon one recent Thursday as Amber Radich, 17, a Guerneville resident with a summer job at the Sebastopol Center for the Arts, sat in Ives Park quietly enjoying her lunch hour. Wearing work clothes and with her hair in pigtails, Radich had finished her sandwich and was about to bite into an apple when, she says, a local police officer riding a bicycle peddled up “out of nowhere” and began questioning her. The incident, she maintains, included the officer lying to and harassing her, and ultimately escalated into her arrest.

“He said my mother had sent him to check up on me. That wasn’t true,” she recalls. Radich says the officer asked what she was drinking–it was a Sunny Delight, a fruit juice drink–then saw she had a pack of cigarettes and began hassling her. “He was trying to find an excuse to bust me,” claims Amber. “He then peddled away. I was pissed because I just got harassed, so I lit my last cigarette; then two friends came by and asked for a drag.”

She says the police officer, who’d been circling the park, pulled up and asked her for identification. He then called for backup and two police cars arrived. They arrested Radich–who was by then crying–handcuffed her, put her in the back of the police car, and drove her to the Sebastopol Police Department on a charge of furnishing tobacco to a minor.

Zero tolerance for drugs. Cops on campus. Curfews. Tobacco and alcohol crackdowns. Gang task-force sweeps. These days, kids–and parents–are faced with an increasingly complex array of legal situations regarding behavior at school, work, and on the streets as teens become the target of law enforcement. But most kids are unsure of their legal rights.

IN RESPONSE, the State Bar of California has published Kids and the Law: An A-to-Z Guide for Parents, a handbook triggered by a State Bar­commissioned statewide survey of 600 California youngsters (ages 10 to 14) and conducted in 1996.

“The survey found most children didn’t know a lot about their legal rights,” says attorney Anne Charles, a spokeswoman for the State Bar of California. “Most kids, instead of getting their information about the law from their parents, get it from TV and school.”

The free, 80-page handbook, believed to be the first of its kind in the state, explains a variety of legal issues faced by teenagers, such as gang colors, curfew laws, juvenile court, loitering, and drugs.

“Most kids don’t know what to do [in legal situations]. Even adults don’t know their rights, because California is one of the most complex legal jurisdictions in the country,” says Tom Nazario, a professor at the University of California School of Law, who authored the guide. “Parents should be aware if kids do get in trouble, and they shouldn’t be reluctant to talk about these issues.”

Nazario adds that he is seeing a trend throughout many communities to try and keep kids off the streets. “With curfews and zero tolerance areas, the law is making it more difficult for kids to simply grow up,” he says.

Sonoma County has had its share of increased, and often complicated, activity involving teens and law enforcement:

What the numbers say about kids and crime.

ON THE NIGHT of July 3, several Graton teens were among a small crowd of families, adults, and dog walkers, watching the Analy High School fireworks display from the vantage point of the Graton graveyard–an annual tradition–when sheriff’s deputies arrived and homed in on the kids. A couple of youths who had beer fled; the remaining teens were all subsequently ticketed for loitering and/or drinking.

Witnesses say the deputies ordered four of the six, whom they’d just ticketed for drinking without administering sobriety tests, to squeeze into the cab of a pickup–without sufficient seat belts–and drive home. Two 15-year-old girls were made to walk home, unescorted, along an isolated dark road.

IN JUNE, Slater Middle School honor student Jackie Young, 12, of Sebastopol, unknowingly brought a Swiss Army knife in her backpack and was suspended because of a strict “zero tolerance” policy against students bringing weapons or drugs onto campus.

The seventh-grader was suspended for a week June 7 after school officials searched her belongings. According to Jackie and her mother, Suzie, they had innocently carried the small knife on a horseback riding excursion in Annadel State Park and forgotten it was still in the backpack.

PETALUMA POLICE and business owners clamped down this spring on groups of teens hanging out in Helen Putnam Plaza, a tiny downtown park. Complaints from merchants and residents spawned proposals to install video surveillance cameras and blaring classical music–the latter already being used without much success as a youth-repellent in downtown Santa Rosa–as possible deterrents.

POLICE WOULD never try [these kinds of] intimidation tactics on an adult,” says Joyce Bedler, an adult friend of Radich. “[Amber] doesn’t even know her rights–didn’t know she could file a complaint.”

Sebastopol Police Lt. Jerry Lites , while not familiar with Radich’s case, says there has been “a tremendous problem” with teens hanging out and intimidating park-goers. “If kids respected the rights of other people, we wouldn’t be down there,” he says. “We don’t say, ‘Today we’ll go harass kids in the park.'”

Dillon Chavez, 18, of Graton, was so freaked out when sheriff’s deputies ticketed him for dropping a cigarette butt recently that he completely ignored the ticket, an act that only made matters worse. “He had no experience with the law and so didn’t tell his mother, and the ticket turned into a warrant,” explains his grandmother Mary Moore, a longtime west county activist. “Suddenly the gang task force was running checks on him; he was handcuffed and arrested. “

Chavez’s relatives say that, during the booking process, deputies asked whether he wanted to be in a cell with the Nortenos or the Surrenos–referring to notorious street gangs. “If he’d randomly chosen one, it would have been written down that he’d claimed gang membership,” says Dillon’s mother, Diane Pope.

“We ask, ‘If you could be housed with either one, could we anticipate any problems?'” says Sonoma County Sheriff’s Capt. Casey Howard, adding that it’s a routine question given to everyone for their own safety. “They are absolutely not asked to state a preference.”

Even so, other parents have complained that teens have been falsely accused of being gang members by law enforcement officials and specifically by the county task force on gangs, which makes regular sweeps.

Now, Moore says, parents are starting to connect with each other over many of these issues. “I told the kids, if anyone says you can’t gather, be polite, take their name, date, and time, and we’ll handle it from there,” she says. “These kids don’t know how to fight back–they just grumble among themselves.”

Santa Rosa attorney Marylou Hillberg, who practices juvenile law, says the law has become more stringent over the last 10 years, with more focus on punishment than rehabilitation. Kids should know their rights, she says.

“School authorities can search you with very little reason–some inkling but not as much as a police officer would need,” she says. “Also, kids have fewer rights than adults about being stopped in the street because of curfew laws in some towns.”

The best advice to kids who are arrested? Stay mum, because it seldom does them any good to make statements to police without an attorney and/or parents present, Hillberg warns. “Police are free to lie to kids to get statements. They may say, ‘We’ve got your fingerprints,’ when they don’t, and kids are more likely to confess because they’ve been taught to answer.”

Hillberg says that because people tend to be frightened of teenagers, especially in groups, merchants in many towns have complained that youths intimidate their customers. She has witnessed in Sonoma County a “concentrated effort to disperse kids.”

Parents also suspect teens are being targeted, specifically in areas that are undergoing developments and makeovers because of business interests. “Graton is a town under reconstruction; people are starting to bring in money,” explains Diane Pope.

Parents say deputies have told kids they couldn’t gather in groups of more than three. “What’s fueling it in Graton is that it’s one of the last really funky areas in Sonoma County that’s not been yuppified,” claims Mary Moore.

Joyce Bedler agrees, saying Sebastopol is also “jumping on the bandwagon of a local police harassment campaign” because of complaints from business owners. “The police are driving [the kids] out of nice safe communities,” she complains.

“We’re teenagers and we have nowhere to hang out, so we hang out downtown and the businesses don’t like it,” says Emily Chavez, 15. “Some places are pushing [law enforcement] to get us out.”

PARENTS IN GRATON complain that deputies are handing out tickets to teens for trivial matters when warnings would suffice. Moore says that one time several kids (more than three) on the way to a church outing were ordered to disperse by one deputy until the minister intervened.

Sheriff’s Capt. Howard says that he’s met with concerned Graton residents and that everyone came away with a “better understanding.”

He adds that he is satisfied with the department’s handling of teen-law enforcement. “Not every violation necessitates a ticket. I try to encourage officers to balance things to meet community needs as a whole,” he says. “If groups of 15- or 16-year-olds are out after midnight, there is a reasonable likelihood they will encounter police,” he adds.

Howard acknowledges that there have been complaints from business owners about teens congregating, using profanity, and loitering, but he says there are no street gang problems in Graton.

Amber Radich says her experience with police became an ordeal that other teens should try to avoid. “I’ve never been arrested or in trouble before. I was lied to and harassed before I did anything wrong,” she says. At the police department, Amber became angry and told officers, “This is bullshit.” She says they told her that her attitude was “failing” and threatened to send her to jail for four days.

She sat in a holding cell for three hours until her mother was notified. “I wish I’d asked for an attorney,” says Amber. “I didn’t know. I was upset and overwhelmed by the whole idea I was being arrested. I just wanted to get back to work.”

HOW SHOULD TEENS react to a similar situation? “Don’t talk unless you’re spoken to and be really, really polite,” Amber warns. “Police don’t like teenagers as a group, and they’re just waiting for you to get a stereotypical teenager’s attitude.”

Attorney Mitch Genser of the Children’s Law and Mediation Center in Santa Rosa says as adults perceive more violence, drugs, and school expulsions, they are cracking down harder with policies such as zero tolerance, which could backfire. “When you set up lines in the sand and say, ‘When you do X, that is the consequence,’ you catch into a net a lot of kids who aren’t part of the violence, ” he says. “When some kids screw up, other teens have to pay the price.”

When examining all the deterrents congregating teens face from communities, from surveillance cameras to blaring Beethoven, Kids and the Law handbook author Tom Nazario is a mite sardonic. “We’re lucky kids don’t have a right to vote,” he comments. “Otherwise there wouldn’t be a lot of this.”

For a free copy of the Kids and the Law handbook, call 1/800/455-4LAW.

From the Aug. 27-Sept. 3, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

The Scoop

Cream Rises

By Bob Harris

YOU ALREADY KNOW that the Dow Jones Industrial Average has lately been moving up even faster than the video release date of the latest Batman movie. So why the surge?

Barron’s and Business Week say it’s because inflation is relatively low. OK so far. At the same time, however, the upward spiral might also be related to a drastic price increase in the one major commodity not figured in the Consumer Price Index: political office.

According to a Common Cause study of filings with the Federal Election Commission, the Democratic and Republican parties are raising money for the next election cycle at twice the rate of just four years ago. There’s already $34 million in the kitty, even though the hangover from the Clinton Inaugural Pub Crawl only wore off six months ago.

Adjusting for inflation, the two parties already have as much money in their war chests now, three and a half years in advance, as they spent running Carter and Ford throughout all of 1976.

At this pace, the two parties combined will need to accept almost half a billion dollars in private money just to field viable candidates for president. Including Congress, the governorships, and so on, the total tab for Death Race 2000 may actually exceed $4 billion.

Presidents Bush, Carter, and Ford are now all on the record stating that the money in Washington is getting out of hand. Folks, these are politicians saying there’s too much cash on the table. Remember when Geraldo decided to clean up TV? Same thing.

Often you can see what the big donors are after–a piece of legislation maybe, a tax loophole, etc. Strangely, however, the single biggest donation so far is a million bucks to the GOP from the head of Amway.

So next time you see a bunch of congressmen trying to kick some hand cream into our foreign arms sales–well, now you’ll know why

REMEMBER The Day The Earth Stood Still? Microsoft just bought $150 million worth of Apple Computer.

This is the part of the movie where the giant saucer lands and the 8-foot robot Gort steps outside and everyone feels really helpless. Then Bill Gates appears serenely in the doorway and speaks the immortal words, “Klaatu Niktu Barata copy c colon backstroke filename.”

And the Pentagon flips out trying to find someone who can understand DOS.

To give you an idea of how powerful Microsoft is getting, 90 percent of all of the computers on earth run at least some of the company’s software. Y’know what the people at Microsoft actually call all the other computer companies in the world? “Noise.”

Look, if aliens landed and took over 90 percent of the computers on earth, we’d send out Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones. But somehow because Bill Gates looks like Mom still combs his hair, we let slide with the anti-trust laws. Instead, we just roll over and reboot our machines when they lock randomly and consider ourselves lucky not to be forced to confront an Alpha Geek head-on.

Part of the Apple deal also pushes Microsoft’s Web browser onto all new Apple machines, which means Netscape’s days may be numbered, too.

Swell. I use an Apple PowerBook and Netscape Navigator. I am now officially obsolete.

But I’m not going without a fight. Tell you what–I’m gonna crank up the eight-track, get out the BetaMax, call my friends on a rotary phone, and have me a party.

Not that it’s gonna matter. We’ll just be making a lot of noise.

IN THE MOVIE Conspiracy Theory, Mel Gibson plays a nutball who publishes a newsletter of weird musings and accidentally stumbles onto a real plot. All of a sudden the bad guys show up, he’s on the run, and only Julia Roberts believes him. The music gets loud, they destroy stuff, and it turns out pretty much like most Hollywood movies.

It’s a cool flick–especially since I know the actual guy.

My buddy Jim Martin publishes a ‘zine called Flatland, which pokes around declassified government documents and interviews former intelligence operatives and so on. Jim and his writers don’t theorize so much as report what they find, although you usually just wind up with even more questions, which is part of the fun. Jim also sells a pile of books from the world of fringe politics, some of which is reliable, some of which isn’t. You decide.

Apparently the screenwriter for Conspiracy Theory snagged a few issues of Flatland while researching the script, got hooked, and then asked for the entire backlist. The writer even mentioned Jim in a couple of interviews. The screenwriter’s a good guy and all, and he had other sources, too, so I’m not criticizing him. He just did his job.

Still, Jim hasn’t seen a dime. I think he deserves at least this much. I’ve known him for years and he is assuredly not crazed or unstable (although he lives in Northern California, so that could change at any time). He’s just a citizen who doesn’t have much access to the media and wants to get stuff he considers important in front of people however he can.

Ben Franklin and Thomas Paine did the same thing, y’know. Of course, neither they nor Jim got so much as a peck on the cheek from Julia Roberts.

That’s Hollywood for you.

From the August 21-27, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Dick Dale

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Sonic Tsunami


Surf music creator Dick Dale set to shred the stage at the Mystic Theater

By Greg Cahill



“When I’m performing up there, I’m taking people on a sonic ride–a non-chemical experience–that I find on the neck of my guitar,” says guitarist Dick Dale, 60, who created surf music in the late fifties. “On stage, I feel like I’m in a cage with a hundred lions. I feel like I’m coming down a hundred-foot wave. I play with that kind of ferocity. Many people call me manic when I play. How can I explain it? I’m not a person who sits on stage playing a beautiful classical concert piece and then says, ‘See how pretty it is?’ I’m a person who is leaping off a building and playing on the way down.

“That’s what I’m all about.”

Forty years ago, Dale captured the essence of the surf experience and created a new genre of music that blended the Middle Eastern scales of his Lebanese ancestors and a distinctly American cultural experince. His raw, driving power launched hundreds of copycat bands, gave rise to such commercial surf wannabes as the Beach Boys, and influenced everyone from the Jimi Hendrix to Sonic Youth.

Dick Dale and Del-Tones released five albums between 1961 and 1964, including the seminal Surfer’s Choice (Del Tone). Yet Dale, who now lives on a sky ranch in the high desert north of Palm Springs with his wife, son, and a managerie of wildcats, virtually disappeared from the music scene in the early seventies after becoming disillusioned with the corporate rock mentality.

Then, in 1987, he began his comeback when he recorded an intense version of the Chantay’s surf classic “Pipeline,” along with Stevie Ray Vaughan, for the Back to the Beach soundtrack. In 1991, he joined Marin rockers Psychefunkapus on their turbulent single “Surfing on Jupiter.”

Now Dale can be heard in all sonic glory on the newly released 2-CD anthology Better Shred Than Dead (Rhino), 44 reverb-drenched surf instrumentals, replete with machine-gun staccato guitar riffs and rumbling bass lines, that illustrate why Musician magazine has acknowledged Dale as one of the 100 greatest guitarists of the 20th century.

The collection includes tracks from 1993’s Tribal Thunder (Hightone), which soared up the college radio charts and helped usher in the neo-surf movement proselytized by the likes of the Mermen, and Man or Astro Man? “Everything I do is for the underdogs, the common people, like myself, who have always had to do things from the ground up,” says Dale, during a phone interview from his home. “I’ve never been involved with the big corporate machine.”

Born in Boston and raised a long way from the beach in neighboring Quincy, Massachusetts, Dale used to sneak off to listen to his father’s prized Gene Krupa records, a practice that accounts for his percussive primal rhythms. He purchased his first instrument at age eight. “I used to read Superman comics,” he recalls. “The ads said, ‘Sell so many jars of Noxema skin cream and get this great ukulele. It had a rearing horse and a cowboy with a lariat. I said, All right! I sold all these jars of Noxema, pounding on people’s doors in the middle of snow blizzards. I sold enough to buy 10 ukuleles. I waited six months and finally it came in the mail. It was pressed cardboard, the pegs would fall out of the holes.

“I got frustrated and smashed it in the garbage can.”

Eventually, Dale hooked up with some local musicians who played “wild side of life songs, those old Lefty Frizzell-type songs.” One of them sold Dale a used guitar for $8, which Dale paid off at 25 cents a week.

By 1957, Dale had moved to Southern California, surfing during the day and playing teen dances at night around the Newport Beach area. And electric guitar designer Leo Fender had given Dale one of the first Fender Stratocaster guitars, which later became standard issue for aspiring rockers. Dale also helped Fender develop the Showman amplifier and reverb. But it was nature, especially the pounding surf and roaring lions, and not technology, that inspired his sound.

“Whenever I surfed, I’d end up getting stitches in my skull from being lifted up by the wall or taken down and sucked under. Or I’d see the white water coming over my ear and doing tick-ee-tick-ee-tick,” says Dale, who uses heavy-gauge strings the size of bridge cables and often bleeds as a result of his intense playing. “I thought of that when I played and I thought of the powerful thundering of the surf when I’d get to the bottom turn and get sucked up and lose it. Just to feel that rumbling and be one with nature was inspiring.

“To me, my guitar is fierce animals and fierce ocean all mixed together. It’s unbeatable power.”

Dick Dale performs Sunday, Aug. 24, at 8 p.m. at the Mystic Theater, 21 Petaluma Blvd. North, Petaluma. Tickets are $15. Call 707-765-6665 for info.

Web exclusive to the August 21-27, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Labor Unions

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Repair Job


Eric Reed

On the line: With a tentative settlement in the two-week-long UPS strike reached on Monday, the AFL-CIO claimed “a major victory for working people” in its first major contract negotiations under new leadership.

Big labor is putting the move back in the labor movement

By Todd Gitlin

THURSDAY NIGHT and Friday, Oct. 3 and 4, something rarer than a picture of Dick Morris on the cover of Time magazine is going to happen in New York. Two endangered species are going to see what they can do for each other. Intellectuals of the left, in cahoots with the AFL-CIO leadership, summon one and all to gather at Columbia University in what is billed as a “teach-in with the labor movement.” The conjunction is important. It implies cooperation and equality, not pity.

It’s been less than a year since American labor decided to take the cure, with, of all things, a contested election. It took the AFL-CIO longer than the erstwhile Communist regimes of the Soviet empire–culminating in the ascendancy of John Sweeney, the reformers’ hope. Sweeney and his team are not just talking the talk of organizing the unorganized. They are actually putting up money, $20 million of it, where their rhetoric is, training organizers to organize unions.

Under the rubric of Union Summer, with intended echoes of Mississippi 1964, some 1,000 young people, including a contingent of Santa Rosa Junior College students, took the summer off to set up at factories and offices, doing the hard work of campaigning to make it possible for unions to compete in fair elections. They won some and lost some, but they found out that making society more decent is more than a matter of reading French theorists.

This is the kind of lesson that lasts a lifetime. A career as union organizer might just turn out to be the sort that grows as fast as that of security guard.

Turning the AFL-CIO around, even with a new captain, is like turning a supertanker around. This isn’t the first time the AFL-CIO has talked the talk. As NYU journalism chairman William Serrin reminds us, 50 years ago the CIO put together Operation Dixie to organize Southern workers, and in 1955, the merged labor federation swore it would organize 15 million workers, both times to little avail.

The unions are pushing upstream, which is not impossible but requires a lot of muscle. They are up against global corporations that can blithely reassign production anyplace on the planet. They face outsourcing and downsizing, global competition, steadily fancier machines, and an unfriendly government.

The last is one area where the unions could use public support. They have taken a bath in the public bassinet. Less than 20 years ago, in 1977, almost one quarter of American workers belonged to unions. Today it is only 1 in 6–only 1 in 9 in the private sector. While some would argue that unions are so lean because they’re not mean–that is, militant enough–a more likely explanation is that the game is rigged against them. The National Labor Relations Board, founded to help unions get certified, has served in recent years mainly to block them. When Ronald Reagan fired the air traffic controllers in 1981, he sent a resounding message. Strikes have become, usually, losing propositions while company anti-union campaigns get bigger and smarter.

Despite occasional moves, such as, most recently, the minimum wage boost, Bill Clinton, who governed one of the decidedly less unionized states in the country, has never had much time for labor. If there is any union background in his family, he has shut up about it. We know more about his underwear.

Even if it’s not immense, labor has at least begun to draw blood as a stand-up bogeyman for the right. As the AFL-CIO started early, pouring unprecedented sums into congressional races at the start of the year, Republicans went gangbusters with their rhetoric machine. With indignant yelps from the likes of Trent Lott about “big labor,” you’d think the mobsters of yesteryear had come back from their cement bathing suits. Bob Dole’s handlers, no geniuses, seem to think that the teachers’ union makes an opportune target. Over the long run, Republicans show their class colors when it comes to unions.

But labor needs more than to cry foul against pro-business media and politics. It needs to tend to both horns of the dilemma: to stake out big purposes and to win more fights.

When I mentioned this week’s teach-in to a friend of mine, a lifelong partisan of labor, he said, “You know why this is happening now? Labor has fallen so far that students can finally see it as a victim group.” A crack as hopeful as it is cynical, actually, and he has a point. The left-of-center politics of the middle classes is ordinarily knotted up with class guilt about how exotic others are being treated.

Downsized professionals, students, and intellectuals may be coming to understand that the exotic others are themselves, or their cousins and aunts. The biggest unions now include teachers and clericals–and, significantly, large proportions of women and people of color. Unions are, in crucial fact, the major transracial, transethnic, transsexual, transpreference groupings around. Craft unions that cavalierly excluded African-Americans have mostly had to come clean or wither. Mob influence is way down (though union membership participation is also way low).

Those who wearily stare at the limits of identity politics have sorely needed a cross-category federation, an actually existing movement, in which people of various types work together because their common condition matters more than their differences.

Decades have passed since labor was a cause among the chattering classes. In the fabled ’30s, intellectuals rolled up their sleeves, went to Detroit and Alabama, took their lumps, and helped put the movement in labor. In the fabled late ’60s, the farm workers made collegiate hearts beat, and the Maoists of Progressive Labor and other Marxists made occasional pilgrimages to strike picket lines.

But for the most part, the attitude of student radicals was disdain–as in the New York teachers’ strike of 1968-69, with tragic consequences that reverberate to this day. Especially because the AFL-CIO was hotter to subsidize anti-Communist unions in South America than in North Carolina, labor seemed fossilized–at best, a pause more than a cause.

Recently, things have changed a bit on campuses, with Yale’s and Barnard’s strikers getting sizable student support. The deeper challenge will be not just to sign up union members and bring sandwiches to picket lines but to get rusty unions to wheel around and get serious about what to propose as remedies. The days when collective bargaining by itself could make a pass at solving immense social problems are long gone.

Health insurance for all will not result from signing one company contract after another. The unions, with their immense pension funds, have to do more than look upon the economy passively while they fight rearguard battles. They have to get big and smart enough to fight for affirmative investment, child care, steady retraining–not just grouse about NAFTA. They have to convince a skeptical public that they aren’t simply self-protection societies.

From the August 21-27, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Tardy Time

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Morning Glory?

A worker’s lament: Terminally tardy

By Max Weiss

GEOGRAPHY IS DESTINY. This is what I’m thinking as I skulk into work about 20 minutes late and attempt to surreptitiously slip past my boss’ door. But, of course, I can never make it to my office unnoticed. I can never call up some useless file on my computer, spill out half my coffee, and give that “I’ve been here for hours” look. Because I have to pass his office on the way to my own.

The next voice you hear will be the sound of your boss.

“Weiss, why are you late?”

He asks this half-jokingly. It’s a kind of a neo­Lou Grant thing. Postmodern, newsroom irony.

But these are the kinds of jokes that come back to haunt you. These are the kinds of jokes that are, in truth, no joking matter. Usually, I play along. I make up some half-baked excuse: dog ate my alarm clock; I had to save small children from a burning school bus; I was held at gunpoint at the 7-Eleven.

But today I try something different, something virtually unprecedented in the annals of the boss-employee relationship. I tell the truth.

“I overslept,” I say.

I try to explain how hard it is for me to wake up. How there must be something deeply, physically, even neurologically wrong with me. Surely, other people have an easier time getting up or everyone would be this late. I have a condition. An illness. I should be pitied.

And that’s when he says it: “What’s your home phone number?”

Is this something he’ll need for the employee termination report?

I give it to him.

“I’ll be calling you tomorrow at 7:30 a.m.,” he says.

A wake-up call. A wake-up call from my boss. When I tell this to my good pal Meg, she nods sympathetically. “When your boss gives you a wake-up call, it’s a real wake-up call,” she says.

I’ll say.

Then Meg tells me something surprising. She tells me that she actually enjoys her mornings. Savors them. This is a strange and exotic concept to me.

Here’s what Meg does on a typical morning: She wakes up early. Takes her dogs to the park for a long, leisurely walk. She makes herself a little breakfast–some coffee, maybe some cereal. She reads the newspaper. Sometimes she has time to do the crossword. If Meg comes late to work, it’s not because she overslept, it’s not because she was stumbling around her house in a half-awake trance, but because she was enjoying the morning a little too much.

Me? Well, I’m usually rushing around like a maniac, cursing under my breath, hoping to find a pair of socks that match, trying not to trip over my dog, Maggie, who is always inconveniently underfoot (she fears that in my haste I will forget to walk and feed her–not a completely unreasonable assumption).

Of course, I set my alarm for 7:30, which would give me more than ample time to get to work. But I have this snoozing problem. A veritable addiction. I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t even need to look at the clock. I can just swat the snooze bar absently with a loose hand and go right back to sleep. I can do this for hours.

Believe me, I’ve tried all the various methods of waking up. I’ve tried to trick myself into thinking it’s 15 minutes later by setting my clock fast. If there’s a moron out there who actually falls for this method, he should probably just stay in bed.

I’ve tried different kinds of clocks with louder buzzers. I’ve tried talking clocks. I’ve tried clocks that quack, clocks that chirp, clocks that play reveille. I’ve tried clock radios.

Music, by the way, is particularly ineffective in getting me up. I always incorporate the song into my dream. I never ask myself, “Why is Smokey Robinson in my dream?” I just go with the flow.

I’ve tried putting the clock halfway across the room, so I’ll have to physically get out of bed to turn it off. I’ve tried several clocks, all set for the exact same time. I’ve tried several clocks with staggered ringing. I’ve tried them all.

As horrible as it is now, it was even worse when I was a teenager. Over the years, my father, bless his heart, tried and failed at a variety of creative methods to get me out of bed. There was the overly cheerful, gym coach-y method: “Chop, chop! Up and at ’em!” Sometimes this involved a vigorous pounding on the mattress. There is nothing more obnoxious than a happy, awake person when you are sleeping. I would shut my eyes tightly and think, “Die, die, die.”

Then there was the sympathetic, soothing method. He would rub my back and speak to me in a quiet voice. “Wake up, sweetie pie.” I loved this method. It never woke me up, but it was nice to get the back rub.

As a last resort, there was the militaristic, pissed-off method: “Get up, you lazy bum!” This was accompanied by the dreaded pulling down of the blanket, leaving me curled up in a defenseless fetal position in the middle of the mattress. This method had me hating my father from the age of 14 to 17.

So tomorrow something new, something scary, something I probably deserve. My boss on the telephone. My boss leaving me with no excuse to be late.

I’ll probably be up all night worrying about it.

From the August 21-27, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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County Courts

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Courting Trouble


Michael Amsler

Hanging On: Sonoma County court administrator Greg Abel.

Tougher sentencing and a state budget cut could spell disaster for county courts

By Paula Harris

SONOMA COUNTY COURT Executive Officer Greg Abel is not pleased. “Don’t get me started talking about state funding or you’ll probably hear more than you care to,” he grumbles. “A few months ago, the year was filled with promise, the state was coming out of a recession, and it looked like there was a lot more money to hand out,” he recalls. “But the state has made courts dependent on funding and hasn’t lived up to its promises and obligations–it’s put us in a terrible situation.”

Seated at a table stacked high with files, the weary county courts administrator pulls out statistics summarizing Sonoma County’s trial court funding, to illustrate his reaction to reports that Gov. Pete Wilson will veto a bill that would have bailed out cash-strapped county and city courts.

The plan–a second attempt in two years–calls for the state to assume full funding of trial courts and then pay for any future growth. It was a measure widely expected to pass, but now the future of court systems statewide hangs in the balance.

“Everyone said last year it would have to pass this year or it would be a catastrophe, so we hung on,” says Abel. “Now, there are a lot of angry judges and court administrators out there.”

The court trial­funding measure would have boosted the ratio of fiscal support the state gives counties to run courts, from about 35 percent this year to 60 percent next year, and would have made the state responsible for full costs of running court operations in the state’s smallest counties.

A $450 million increase would have been given by the state to run courts, with counties splitting $388 million. Abel says the bill would have been worth several hundred thousand dollars this year for cash-strapped Sonoma County courts and would have risen each subsequent year. “It would have been a great bill for the counties,” he says. “It would have capped counties at 1994-95 levels, and it would have been extremely valuable to Sonoma County in the long term.”

THE SITUATION is putting stress on the entire county system, especially the general fund departments, which are funded entirely by the county and not by the state,” says Sonoma County Public Defender Louis Haffner.

He reports that the county Public Defender’s Office is seeing a leap in domestic violence cases owing to changes in the law that eliminated diversion programs. “It’s one of the fastest-growing segments because of increased public awareness and changes in law enforcement policies,” explains Haffner, adding that about 40 percent of his staff’s time is spent on domestic violence cases.

During Tuesday’s budget hearings, the Sonoma County Board of Supervisors voted 5-0 in support of a new Domestic Violence Court. It will cost $210,000 to start the program. So far, county funding is unavailable owing to a $6 million budget deficit, but the supes have pledged to find a way to pay for it. The Domestic Violence Court–the fourth in the state and the first in Northern California–will be modeled on the Drug Court. It is scheduled to begin Nov. 1 if funds can be found.

Lorene Irizary, director for the Sonoma County Commission on the Status of Women, is elated with the development. “We’ll have a better system to respond to victims of domestic violence, cases won’t get lost in the system, and there will be trained experts so that victims won’t be revictimized,” she says.

Judge Robert Dale, who will preside over Domestic Violence Court in the mornings and Drug Court in the afternoons, says the initial funding will pay for two probation officers, a deputy district attorney, and a deputy public defender. “Other than that, we’ll use existing resources,” he explains. He adds that the Domestic Violence Court was given high priority in the budget hearings because it’s expected to eliminate delays and improve efficiency in dealing with cases.

“Now, instead of being distributed alphabetically between three judges, all cases will appear in front of me,” says Dale, adding that he expects to be very busy.

There have been no new state-funded judicial officers added since 1985, and administrator Abel laments that a much-anticipated judgeship bill that had placed Sonoma County 10th on a list to add a new judge (one of 40 new judgeships statewide), appears to be “dying on the vine.”

Also, Abel says, if the state had come through with the funding, Sonoma County courts would have added some 10 new staff positions, including much-needed legal processors, court room clerks, and court reporters. Several years ago, the department had to cut 27 positions, which saved the county $1.3 million per year, but resulted in workload surges and reduced services.

“People are having to work themselves crazy, and the services are probably not the same,” Abel says. “We’re having difficulty maintaining critical service areas–juvenile, family law, jury, records management, courtroom clerks, computer services. All these would be priority areas to fund.” There are 168 permanent positions in the Sonoma County court system, including judges. “I couldn’t tell which area to cut a position if my life depended on it,” states Abel.

Services are being stretched while Sonoma County has been experiencing major increases in felony filings. The system is still reeling from a recent 30 percent growth in felony filings, which tapered off in 1995-96, but rose again to almost 20 percent in 1996-97. Misdemeanor filings are also up (by 6.8 percent) for the first time in four years. In addition, juvenile cases have increased substantially.

Although the high-profile Richard Allen Davis kidnap and murder case cost $2.4 million, the state paid through special legislation, explains Abel, but he adds that the Robert Scully murder case has cost the county about $1.2 million.

The state started funding the courts in 1989. In 1991-92, state funding was set at 50 percent and was supposed to grow in 5 percent increments each year until it reached 75 percent, but that never happened. The county became dependent on the state, and later had to absorb costs.

The department has consolidated municipal and superior courts and clerk of the court, and bridged much of the financial gap between 1994-95 and 1997-98 levels with increased civil filing fees. The Sonoma County court system now gets about one third of its funding from the state, another third from the county, and the rest from fines, fees, and other charges

According to Abel, after hours of staff work and wading through red tape, the fines and fees are sent to the state, processed through various formulae, and then mostly sent back to the county. He says the real net value in the state budget is worth only about half a million dollars to the county. “We get money re-routed to us, and there’s not enough to justify the work load associated with it,” he explains.

Abel adds that although the Sonoma County courts system is not bankrupt like those of some counties, it’s going that route. “We had the opportunity to get back some of what we lost [with state funding]. Now that’s fallen by the wayside,” says Abel. “The state came in with a boom and slowly it’s eroded–some of that we’ve had to eat. We had the opportunity to partially restore cuts, and now that’s gone.”

From the August 21-27, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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