Out Cold

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Out Cold

Homeless stage sleep-in protest

By Zack Stentz

FROM DEFEAT often springs the seeds of the next battle, as the cliché has it. So it was with some 30 Sonoma County homeless people and their supporters who camped out on the lawn in front of the county Administration Building the night of June 10 on the first of a two-night protest to send a message to the Board of Supervisors.

The group was angry with the supervisors’ April 16 decision to kill the long-planned conversion of the vacant Holiday Inn building on Santa Rosa Avenue into a comprehensive service center and residence for homeless adults. Supes didn’t want that many people with that many problems under one roof. Protesters decided to take it to the source.

The event began as an afternoon rally of 65 people at Railroad Square, turned into a march through Courthouse Square, and then became a sleep-in. “What we want to know is, now that they’ve thrown out the Holiday Inn plan, what are they going to do?” asked Jim “Red” Willyard, one of the sleep-in organizers.

Authorities adopted a non-confrontational stance, turning off the sprinklers on the lawn where campers spread sleeping bags and providing such amenities as portable toilets and two security guards. “They’re playing nice,” Willyard said. “So we’re making sure that everyone here stays well-mannered and we pick up all of our trash and leave the place the way we found it.”

The young, spiky-haired idealists from the anti-poverty group Food Not Bombs showed up at 5 p.m. and again at 7 a.m. with a load of vegetarian dishes to nourish the throng. Familiar Sonoma County activist Mary Moore used the occasion to lecture the campers about genocide and nefarious U.S. government deeds in the Third World.

AS FOR THE HOMELESS, they defied attempts to determine any one “root cause” of their condition. A handsome, dreadlocked young man named Joel described himself as “homeless by choice,” and extolled the virtues of living in an alley near Santa Rosa’s library. “It’s great,” he said. “You get up whenever you want, don’t have to answer to anyone.”

But while Joel may have embodied every right-wing conservative “See! They just don’t want to work” stereotype, and others present had obvious alcohol and drug problems, most of the protesters fit the liberal concept of the “working poor.”

“Most of us have jobs,” said Robin von der Gees, a well-spoken woman in her 30s. “What we need is affordable housing, especially SROs [Single Room Occupancies, the type of housing planned for the Holiday Inn project].”

Unlike Joel, von der Gees views her situation as downright nightmarish. “The winter is the worst,” she said. “It’s cold, it’s rainy, and all your stuff gets moldy and mildewed unless you can take it to the laundromat to dry. I really want to get off the streets.”

Also eager to leave homelessness behind was Jerry Culverson, a well-groomed, soft-spoken Coast Guard vet and acute observer of the street scene. “There are different levels of homelessness,” Culverson explained. “There are the guys you see on the streets talking to themselves and then there are people like me.”

Culverson recounted his struggle to keep a series of low-paying jobs from gas station cashier to Hewlett-Packard temporary employee while battling periodic bouts of depression. “I want to stay presentable to employers, so I claim a friend’s address as my own to get mail and keep a pager to get messages,” he said. “But it’s not easy to do, and a lot of these people aren’t able to do those things.”

At 9 a.m. on Tuesday, Culverson and his comrades broke camp and moved into the supervisors’ chambers to deliver their concerns in person. But before allowing the homeless and their advocates to speak out, the supes authorized a $30 million project to expand the sheriff’s, public defender’s, and court facilities, an irony not lost on protesters.

Santa Rosa Supervisor Tim Smith defended the decision to kill the Holiday Inn project and the county’s general policy on homelessness in the face of a passionate, sometimes hostile barrage of questions from the audience. Protesters were particularly incensed by the county officials passing up $3.9 million in federal Housing and Urban Development funds earmarked for the project.

“I want to state that the idea that the Holiday Inn program was the only option for low-income housing in Sonoma County is false,” Smith said, “and we are looking at other ways of spending the HUD money we qualify for.”

“Since you had these people tell you their Hall of Justice proposal, we’d like to come in and give you a concise proposal for a ‘people’s hall of justice,'” countered Kevin Wilson, one of the sleep-in’s organizers.

Smith agreed to hear the proposal at an unspecified date. The supervisors then moved on to the next item of business and the homeless filed out of the chambers, past the lawn they had slept on and meticulously cleaned up afterwards, and scattered onto the sidewalk, vowing to return for another sleep-in the next night.

From the June 13-19, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Dreams, Inc.

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Dreams, Inc.

By Bruce Robinson

A BIG PART of it is supplying these guys with dreams,” says Wes Winter, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm as he describes the work of Circuit Rider Productions, the Windsor-based non-profit agency that he heads. “They’ve never been out of their niche in the community, never been to Rohnert Park, let alone San Francisco,” he continues. “So our goal is to help them learn how to envision the future.”

As a practical matter, the Circuit Rider programs take a number of forms, most involving some kind of job training or temporary employment and virtually all with an element of environmental consciousness. The merging of those two threads has been central to the organization since its founding, Winter says, as the agency prepares to celebrate its 20th anniversary later this month.

“Our programs have diverged over the years,” he explains. “We have a clear human services division and a clear environmental restoration division. But we always have programs that overlap the two and flow back and forth and have kids building trails, working on park maintenance, that sort of thing. There’s a philosophy that runs through the organization that really tries to connect people with their environment in whatever ways we can.”

Circuit Rider has a broad definition of the environment as, not just nature, but social-urban surroundings, too. “Getting the kids outdoors and connected,” Winter adds, “builds environmental awareness and gets them involved in their community in a way they hadn’t thought of before. It gets them involved with the people who live next door and with how they’re taking care of the local park or the Laguna de Santa Rosa or an open space near Cloverdale.”

Most of the young students–more than 1,200 over the past 20 years–have been involved with the Youth Conservation Corps, a summer job program that teaches landscaping skills. Other programs include classes in Geological Information Mapping, which employs computer-assisted design; training in water-testing methods; and gang-intervention efforts that are addressed to middle-school students. “The kids in that program are 11 to 14–little guys,” Winter says. “They’re [gang] wannabes at this point, but that’s when we want to get ahold of them.”

ON THE ENVIRONMENTAL SIDE, Circuit Rider operates a thriving native plant nursery that is put to direct use in the numerous revegetation projects for which they contract, using trained workers rather than students.

Clients include state agencies and such major businesses as PG&E, but all jobs need to pass a four-point checklist: They must benefit the community; result in self-sustaining ecosystems, use site-specific native plant species, and “provide opportunities to pioneer new technologies in ecological restoration,” an agency brochure notes.

“If it doesn’t fit the criteria, we don’t do the contract,” Winter adds simply.

Those projects account for only a part of the agency’s $1.1 million annual budget, with a complex and shifting mix of grants, private donations, and contracts, with the state or local school districts making up the balance. “We have to treat this like a small business, rather than a non-profit,” Winter says as he tries to explain Circuit Rider’s evolution. “It’s tough, depending on what’s going on politically, because there are all these shifts that can have impacts on the agency. But we’re still here.”

With that endurance comes a history of positive impacts in the community. “There are a lot of kids around Windsor who we’ve known for years that went through a middle-school program and are now bagging groceries over at Raley’s or Safeway. That’s not unusual at all. We see kids that aren’t going down the wrong path, that seem to be college-bound or looking towards employment,” Winter says. “We do see successes.”

He pauses, then grins and leans forward to share an example. “There was one old lady in her 80s who literally had not been able to get out her front door in five years because the shrubbery had grown over it and she was too frail to cut it back. She was coming and going from the back door. There are cracked sidewalks, there’s debris,” he recalls. “When we first went to her and said, ‘Can we clean this up for you?,’ she was afraid to have kids around there. All she’d read in the newspaper about kids was negative stuff, that they’re all trouble. She thought that they’d be staking her out to come back at night or on the weekend when there wasn’t a crew supervisor there. It took a lot of gentle prodding to get her to allow us to come in.

“Within a week, those kids were calling this old lady Grandma and she’d bake them cookies. Now they all live in her neighborhood, they walk by, say ‘Good morning, do you need anything, can I do something for you after school?’ It’s creating those kinds of connections that we’re really looking for.”

When it works, everybody wins. “From the senior’s perspective, she got the work done. From the kids’ perspective, they got paid. From the city’s perspective, the city got improved, and from ours, we got to do some community building. That’s the underlying theme in all of our human service and our environmental work,” Winter smiles.

“It’s all about building communities, and a more sustainable future for everyone.”

From the June 13-19, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Talking Pictures

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Ride the Wind


Riders on the Storm:Yodeling cowboys Riders in the Sky share a chuckle over the alleged plot of “Twister.”

These Riders in the Sky know a cowboy movie when they see it–even a bad one like ‘Twister’

By David Templeton

Having squeezed into a small rehearsal room backstage at the Nugget casino in Reno, the Riders in the Sky have begun our discussion of the movie Twister in a typically laid-back fashion.

Ranger Doug (known as “The Idol of American Youth”) is stretched back on the couch, softly singing, “Ooooooo-oh-klahoma, where the wind comes sweeping down the plain!” Too Slim steps past his “bunkhouse bass” fiddle to call room service and order up some chow, while Woody Paul (“The King of the Cowboy Fiddlers”) laconically munches on leftover pretzels.

Later tonight, the Nashville-based Riders will don their cowboy duds and take the stage, engaging in the Roy Rogers-esque singing-cowboy shtick that has made them the darlings of the public radio folk-music set. They’ve cut dozens of albums over 15 years, the latest being Always Drink Upstream From the Herd (Rounder, 1996), a winner of the Cowboy Hall of Fame’s Western Heritage Wrangler award.

“Fun movie, wasn’t it?” asks Woody Paul, reaching for a pretzel.

“The twisters were great.”

“It’s just too bad they had to superimpose a plot on the thing,” Ranger Doug offers, becoming one of the very few to have seen any plot at all in this adventure of scientists Jo and Bill (Helen Hunt and Bill Paxton), who chase tornadoes.

“You know what this movie was?” Too Slim asks. “It’s very much an old-time Western. The zany, fun-lovin’ group of good guys, complete with the irascible sidekick. The bad guys drove black vans instead of wearing black hats. Instead of horses, the good guys had beat-up trucks and cars, and they got to ride hell-bent for leather. That old-fashioned Western energy was all through this.”

“Then there’s the lone hero who tries to give up the trail,” Ranger Doug adds. He’s referring to Bill, the reluctant stormchaser, and suddenly slides into the character of a gruff old twister-wrangler. “Can’t go chasin’ tornadoes anymore, fellers,” he wheezes. “Gave it up years ago!”

“You gotta put your guns back on, Bill,” Too Slim rasps, adopting the aforementioned character of irascible sidekick. “The storms! The storms are still out there. You gotta saddle up one more time. The West is still wild, Bill. We need you, Bill.”

Speaking of Bill: one Western connection nobody else picked up on was the lead scientist’s name, a nod toward Pecos Bill, the legendary cowpuncher who rode twisters across the plains.

“Oh yeah!” Too Slim grins, quickly bursting into a recitation of lyrics. “He roped a ragin’ cyclone out of nowhere. Saddled it and straddled it with ease. While that cyclone bucked and flit it, he rolled a smoke and lit it, and tamed that ornery wind down to a breeze.”

Woody, who has remained relatively quiet so far, suddenly speaks. “I saw an article somewhere about a twister that blew a hay straw right through a small tree,” he drawls.

Everyone nods appreciatively.

“Yesterday, Woody was telling me that tornadoes in the Western hemisphere spin in a different direction than tornadoes on the other side of the planet,” I say.

“That’s right,” Woody says. “It’s the Coriolis effect. He was an engineer in Napoleon’s army and he noticed that if he shot north or south, he’d miss the guy by just this much. He didn’t know that it was due to the rotation of the Earth, but he was smart enough to figure out that he’d have to adjust a little to plug the other fella.”

“Which direction would a tornado spin if it were on the equator?” Ranger Doug asks.

“There’s no such things as a tornado on the equator,” Woody replies. “They’d never start to spinning ’cause it wouldn’t have the component of acceleration due to the rotation of the Earth.”

“I was thinking,” Too Slim says. “This movie also had the great Western theme that technology can’t save you. Only a natural affinity for the land. This Bill guy–the ‘human barometer,’ they called him–he could save them because he was so … attuned. I laughed out loud. He just goes out there and stands in the wind, and he picks up the vibe of the Earth. He’s the true cowboy. He can track the wind. He can sense it.”

“At the end, when they run by that farm with the horses, I thought he was going to jump on a horse,” Ranger Doug answers.

“Man, I wanted him to!” Slim grins. “When I saw those horses, and that big cyclone looming up behind them, I sat there and said, ‘Yeah! Get on the horse, Bill! Go on! Ride, cowboy, ride!'”

“I don’t know how they missed that one,” Ranger Doug, shakes his head, adding, “Yeehaw!”

From the June 6-12, 1996 issue of Metro Santa Cruz

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Buying the Farm

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Buying the Farm

Subscription produce boosts sustainable agriculture

By Bruce Robinson

THE FIRST TIME I brought home a basket, the stuff was so fresh it was just glistening,” says Betsy Timm, recalling her initial experience on the receiving end of a fresh produce subscription from Leonard Diggs’ Organics in Forestville. Her family was quick to share her enthusiasm. “My son is a total convert,” Timm laughs. “He doesn’t want to eat anyone’s carrots but Leonard’s.”

Lawrence Jaffe, co-owner of Left Field Farm southwest of Santa Rosa, recognizes that pattern, chuckling as he recalls a customer whose young daughter “wouldn’t eat anything that didn’t have a cute name.” He provided the indulgent mother with small globe-shaped Thumbalina carrots, and everyone was satisfied.

Freshness, unusual selections, and mutual satisfaction are the hallmarks of subscription farming, an innovative form of agricultural marketing that is fast finding a home in Sonoma County. Also known as “community-supported agriculture,” subscription farms offer customers a weekly box of fresh-picked produce–whatever’s ripe that week–for a fixed price, typically between $12 and $30 per week. Boxes can be picked up at the farms or at central drop-off points that require less driving. Customers subscribe for an entire growing season, getting a collection of produce that, in any given week, might include salad mix, tomatoes, potatoes, onions, garlic, carrots, beets, broccoli, berries, herbs, apples and pears.

“The CSAs are a really terrific alternative to farm markets and a real opportunity for people to get to know the farmers and feel more connected to the land of the different farms,” agrees Timm, who is also the executive director of Select Sonoma, the Sonoma County Agriculture Marketing Program. “It’s a good opportunity for the farmers that don’t want to do the farm markets and don’t have the quantity for retail. This is like a third market.”

“It makes a lot of sense to know who your customers are ahead of time and know that what you’re growing is going to be needed at the end,” agrees Jaffe, a former composting instructor. “It’s even better than having regular customers at the farmers’ markets.”

While the farmers’ markets remain a vital outlet for many small farmers, the logistics of having a stall at two or three each week require a lot of time and effort, “including lots of packing time,” notes Lee James of Tierra Vegetables in Healdsburg. After 16 years of those weekly trips, “everything is getting heavier,” she says wryly, adding, “I’m hoping it will be less physically demanding” to service subscription customers instead.

Selling subscriptions allows James and her brother Wayne to maintain the personal contacts they have established with longtime customers while devoting more of their energy to actual farming. “A lot of our things require some salesmanship, because they’re unique and different items,” continues James, whose farm is known for its prodigious variety of peppers. “If we’re selling it to the box deliveries, we can write it down and run it through the Xerox machine and only do it once.”

Jaffe sees the distribution of less familiar crops as one of the big pluses of subscription farming. “Anybody can grow a regular russet potato, and we will. But we’re also growing purple potatoes and red potatoes and white, yellow-skinned potatoes and blue potatoes. We’re taking the ordinary vegetables and making them exciting. This year we’re going to offer not just white cauliflower and green broccoli, but purple cauliflower and purple broccoli and green cauliflower.” And to take the edge off the unexpected, Jaffe adds that he and his farm partner, Ann Austin, also provide recipe ideas, “so that even though it’s kind of unfamiliar, you can make it into something that, even if maybe it’s not a favorite, makes you glad you put in the time.”

ACCORDING TO JAFFE, the concept of subscription farming was pioneered in Japan and was later brought to the United States from West Germany via the Biodynamic Association. “A few people started trying it only as recently as 10 years ago in this country,” he reports. “Since then it has literally doubled every year. This year there are 54 farms doing subscriptions in California, and last year there were only half that.”

“We’ve been doing it since before we knew that they were called CSAs or subscription farming,” says Lee James, who counts eight years of experience. “I don’t remember how we first came up with it. We must have heard about it someplace. We just did home deliveries on a small, small scale.”

Summerfield Waldorf School, which boasts a sizable organic farm at its campus near the Laguna de Santa Rosa, was another early practitioner. They have prepared as many as 100 boxes a week, “not entirely within our community, but mostly,” says school administrator John Jackson. “We used to deliver baskets to other Waldorf schools” in Marin, San Francisco, and the East Bay. “That’s our easiest community to serve. We don’t do a whole lot of marketing outside the school.”

Farmers who do need to market themselves more actively have joined together to form the CSA Alliance, an affiliation of six to eight local farms offering subscription produce. Not only are they promoting the concept collectively, but James sees the fledgling organization as a vehicle for cooperative packaging, too. “Many farmers can’t do it alone, because they’re not diverse enough,” she explains. “I think we could come up with a fabulous box that would be very diverse, with mushrooms and fancy fruits.”

At the same time, James says, it will probably require someone who is not a farmer to organize and implement such an ambitious concept. “It’s non-farmers we have to get interested in the CSA movement,” she says. “Sustainable agriculture involves not only ecological farming, but economics. It’s useless to maintain a good farm if you’re bankrupt.”

CSA Alliance:

Anton Farms: Todd Gettleman, P.O. Box 395, Sebastopol, CA 95473. 829-8865
Laguna Farm: Scott Mathieson, 1764 Cooper Road, Sebastopol, CA 95472. 823-0823
Left Field Farm: Ann Austin and Lawrence Jaffe, 4220 Walker Road, Santa Rosa, CA 95407. 829-8102
Leonard Diggs Organic Farms: P.O. Box 1552, Forestville, CA 95436. 838-8912
Ocean Song: Eric Anderson, P.O. Box 659, Occidental, CA 95465. 874-2442
Pauline Bond Community Farm: Richard Dale,19990 Seventh St., E. Sonoma, CA 95476. 996-1807
Sweetwater Farm: 417 Furlong Road, Sebastopol, CA 95472. 829-3203
Tierra Vegetables: Lee and Wayne James, 13684 Chalk Hill Road, Healdsburg, CA 95448. 433-5666

From the June 13-19, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Years of Solitude

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Years of Solitude

The Sonoma City Opera’s ‘The Dreamers’ is no lullaby

By Gretchen Giles

I THINK THAT HUMAN beings get very big when they’re painted very real,” says librettist Philip Littel by phone from his Los Angeles home. “The warts-and-all really does give [them] much more stature than the idealized father-of-our-country stuff.

“But that’s a taste that probably not everybody shares.”

He has a point. As the writer of The Dreamers, an original work commissioned for the Sonoma City Opera company’s sesquicentennial celebration with $100,000 from the Cannard Fund of the General Vallejo Memorial Association, Littel has found plenty of people who don’t share his taste. Not that that’s stopping him.

With two years of research under their collective belts, Littel and composer David Conte have fashioned a highly accessible opera about the dreams of American–and most particularly, Californian–life, using as their springboard the dreams of one man, General Mariano G. Vallejo.

Set primarily on two hot August days in 1848–two years after the infamous Bear Flag Revolt that wrested control of the Sonoma Valley from the Mexican government, created the California republic, and led quickly in turn to its absorption by the United States–The Dreamers follows a plausible positing of Vallejo’s feelings and demise while showing the town of that time. Warts and all.

“We open with a little scene outside of Vallejo’s window with three outcasts,” says Littel, whose libretto for Dangerous Liaisons with composer Conrad Sousa was premiered to great acclaim by the San Francisco Opera in 1994.

“One is a freed black man who is trying to make a living and trying to find a place to settle and has been making his way as a professional gambler. The second is a sort of Mexican no-goodnik who used to work for Vallejo and now lives off his wits, and the last is a drunken Indian woman who is making a living as a whore.

“Fine upstanding cast of characters,” he laughs ironically. “But what I find is that this was absolutely normal for a barracks town.”

BOTH PHILIP and I are transplanted Easterners . . . and this is our love letter to California,” says David Conte leaning back in his chair. Meeting in the middle of a busy day at SCO’s artistic director Antoinette Kuhry’s Sonoma law offices, Conte is unhurried, glad to be discussing the project that has consumed the last year of his life. Conte, who holds a doctoral degree in musical arts from Cornell and who has been a professor of composition at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music for nine years, immersed himself in the early works of composer Stephen Foster, as well as minstrel, folk, gold rush, and Russian songs to prepare the score of The Dreamers.

“We wanted to write a work of Americana, and sometimes that does not seem fashionable. The themes somehow released some kind of energy in us to create this work about America, and it is unabashedly American using American themes,” he says. “The contradictions that are in the American character, the way that Americans try to get away from each other and then miss each other when they’re gone. The kind of ambivalence that white Americans have about black Americans, but how deeply they love black music,” he emphasizes, citing the popular folk opera Porgy and Bess.

“That’s one aspect of it. It’s also the way that Americans have willed themselves to become a nation and a people because they had this vast space to fill. Boorstin [Historian Daniel Boorstin, whose work influenced both artists] talks a lot about how the idea of naming things is important.”

Quoting from The Dreamers, Conte singsongs rapidly, “‘Everybody wants, but Americans want more, and wanting more, they get more, and more–they get it by saying what they want.’

“This taps into a whole line of thinking,” he exclaims. “You call things into being simply by saying what you want them to be.”

LIKE HIS PARTNER, Philip Littel has been developing his own very definite sense of national motifs. “The themes of American life,” he states, “are homesickness and restlessness, the particular rivalry and antagonism between the sexes, and the very vexing question of race. With Vallejo, it was very much wanting to be a big shot, and actually failing quite often.

“But I think that his great triumph is in projecting his personality over these 150 years, to the point where someone would want to commission an opera about him. As I read about him and found that the image of him as a great statesman crumbled, what actually took its place was the image of him as someone intensely sympathetic, someone very human, someone with a lot of faults and a lot of qualities. As a family man, as a personality, he really did take over the opera.”

Sifting through an immense amount of research, Littel found the diaries of a man named James Eastin particularly useful in bringing the whole story together.

“They are the recollections of a man in his old age of what his life was like in California, and his chapters on Sonoma put a real light on,” he remembers. “Because this was someone with no particular axe to grind, who told very illuminating stories. And the story that I found to be the most exciting and the most informative was the story about the trick that [the residents of Sonoma] played on General Vallejo.

“Basically, Vallejo was rather displaced by the American occupation but was allowed to live there, so he was sharing his house as a billet for troops. The company there were amateur theatrics buffs. They were kind of famous for it. And so they put on shows, and Vallejo liked to be treated as the leading citizen, so he had a special box made for himself at the makeshift theater. And Eastin tells us this heartbreaking story about a black man whom he knew vaguely, who came up to him and said, ‘Do you think that they’d mind if I went in?’ And [Eastin] said, ‘I don’t see why not; your money’s as good as anybody’s,’ and he started to take him in, and they blocked his way.

“Now Eastin, being a humorous and good-natured man, decides that he’s got a plan. So he whispers in everybody’s ear and they all laugh and let the black guy in. And he sits him in Vallejo’s box and they all wait to see what Vallejo will do. And Vallejo comes in in the middle of the show with his family, and he sees the man in his box and he realizes that, basically, his box has been turned into the colored section. And then Vallejo just lost it.

“That event was the first time I’d encountered Vallejo as a human,” Littel says of the incident that became the pivotal point for his opera. “And so, working around that, I realized that I had a play that had some of the unities: it had a beginning, a middle, and an end.”

DAVID CONTE also finds himself sympathetically drawn to the General. “I have to say that in setting the words, I just felt tremendous compassion for Vallejo. He wanted to be a community builder, he wanted to build cities, he wanted to build houses. He was something of a visionary, and he was very ordinary in many ways.

“But the fact is, here we are still talking about him and there’s a city named after him, and you know . . . Was he a success? We don’t try to say. The opera is not about making Vallejo into a hero, it’s about showing him as a human being and as an American. And I know that this is the thing that the [Vallejo Memorial Association] objects to,” he says, referring to the recent spate of controversy over the opera’s less-than-ideal depiction of the man.

“But the contract didn’t say ‘Write an opera about Vallejo the hero,’ and frankly, it probably would be a false work, and it would certainly be very narrow. And we didn’t think that it would be much use to the [Sonoma City Opera]. We hope that this work will be performed all over, now that these characters from Sonoma have been immortalized in an opera, to tell this American story.”

PHILIP LITTEL agrees. “This is a portrait, and it is a portrait of Sonoma,” he says definitively. “And, you know, any portrait worth a damn is going to make the sitter uncomfortable for a while. The other thing–and this is where I get into lecture mode–is that if you have a trivial subject, you will have trivial music. My job as a librettist is to parse out a story and create words that will bring out the most from the composer.

“Operas,” he sighs. “You can’t populate an opera with nice, OK people. I’m afraid you populate it with mad kings. . . . And whores,” he laughs, “are very good in opera.

“What opera is, is people at a large scale, and to create them at a large scale, you have to create them pretty whole, pretty big. And the sense that I have is that people are only big when they’re known fully.

“In other words,” he says honestly, “I would probably writhe in horror and embarrassment were someone to write an opera about me by my own rules, but I bet it would be an opera.”

The Sonoma Opera Company presents a preview of The Dreamers with a section of the opera and appearances by Littel, Conte, and director Sandra Bernhard on Sunday, June 16, at 3 p.m. at the Sonoma Community Center, Andrews Hall, 276 E. Napa St., Sonoma. $10. Performances of the complete work are slated for July 27-28 and Aug. 3-4 and 10-11 at the Sebastiani Theatre, on the Plaza. Saturdays at 8 p.m.; Sundays at 2 p.m. For details, call 939-9036 or 1-800-SCO-4311.

From the June 13-19, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Homegrown HMO

Standing Tall

By Bruce Robinson

THERE aren’t many of us left,” says Bill Hughes, CEO of Health Plan of the Redwoods, the non-profit Santa Rosa-based health insurance company. No, in the age of corporate hospital chains, mergers, managed care, and downsized operations, a small, regional health maintenance organization such as HPR is a rarity, the medical equivalent of a modest family-owned drug store surrounded by Wal-Marts, Costcos, and other predatory superstores.

Yet over its 16-year history, Health Plan of the Redwoods has thrived in Sonoma County, where it now has 82,000 subscribers (plus 14,000 more in Lake, Mendocino and Marin counties). That represents about 19 percent of the local population and makes HPR the second-largest health plan in the county. Kaiser Permanente, the local industry leader, serves 23 percent.

But the competition is getting tougher.

“There are very few other counties where you will have that kind of two-plan domination,” observes Chuck Gardner, HPR vice president for marketing.

“The interesting thing about Sonoma County,” he adds, “is that you’re approaching 50 percent penetration of the population, and that’s very, very high, even for California.” Much of the remainder is a senior population served by Medicare, self-insured, or covered by employer-sponsored health plans, leaving only about an eighth of county residents uninsured, the HPR executives estimate. “It’s not a very well measured number,” Hughes acknowledges.

Although HPR now claims one of the largest slices, the total health insurance pie is divided among an even dozen competing providers, and another one is coming. Sutter/CSA, the Sacramento-area company that assumed control of county-owned Community Hospital in Santa Rosa earlier this year after a lengthy bidding war, is also the parent company to Omni Health Care, an 11-year-old HMO that already has 125,000 members in 17 central and northern California counties. Omni has been licensed in Sonoma County since March, and has recently added Marin, San Francisco, and San Mateo counties as part of the groundwork for a major push into the Bay Area.

“The [central] valley has been our service area for the last 11 years,” comments Vonnie Madigan, a spokeswoman for Omni, who says the company is still hard at work on its marketing plan for the region. “What we’re trying to do is use those relationships wherever Sutter has a presence as our launching pad.”

No membership goals have been made public, and Madigan says that a single office in Walnut Creek will be Omni’s initial physical presence in the greater Bay Area.

“Omni’s pattern has followed the presence of a Sutter hospital, and that’s certainly no accident,” observes HPR’s Gardner. “The presence of Sutter Sonoma for Omni will help them do that. They do have some challenges to overcome, but we are looking at them as a potentially formidable competitor.”

Hughes says HPR patients will continue to be seen at Community Hospital, despite the changes at the facility. “We’ve had very cordial talks with the people over there and HPR contracts with other Sutter hospitals in our network,” he elaborates. “Our efforts to develop an integrated delivery system have included the Sutter hospitals as part of that network. We have talked to Mr. Cliff Coates, the new administrator over there, and he is interested in participating in that network. I foresee a continued relationship with them.”

He firmly believes that the county was right to seek a corporate partner to keep Community Hospital viable. “To have a county hospital run by the Board of Supervisors puts the supervisors in a tremendously compromised position because the unions that deal with the county frequently have a lot more leverage, simply because they are also voters,” Hughes says. “Normally, you don’t elect a supervisor to run your county based on his expertise in managing a hospital.”

The advent of Omni in Sonoma County may work to the benefit of consumers, as increased competition should help hold health costs down. “As long as there are multiple systems out there, they’re going to compete for a share of the market,” Hughes reasons. “Columbia HCA is the largest in the world; they own two hospitals in Sonoma County. They won’t do well if they try to raise their prices higher than the other people in the county. They’re going to have to be competitive.”

HPR is now looking to develop a more sophisticated working relationship with Memorial Hospital, the goal being “to try and eliminate any duplicative services that either we own or they own,” Hughes explains. “If we have rehabilitation beds at North Coast Rehabilitation Center and [Memorial] has a need for those kinds of services, they should get those services from us, rather than building more.

“Any capital expenditure for building new hospitals or building new nursing homes has to be paid for by the consumers. If we can use your facilities for what they’re best suited for and use my facilities for what they’re best suited for, without having to compete with each other, we can contain that cost so that the consumer doesn’t have to pay for it.”

However, that was not what Hughes saw occurring with the construction of the new Cancer Center that Memorial proudly opened last winter. “That’s a good example of duplicative services in the county that weren’t really needed,” he contends. “All of those services, with the exception of one machine, were available [at an existing oncology facility] over on Sotoyome Avenue. There was some construction done that probably wasn’t completely necessary.”

Is it unnecessary duplication to have competing health plans serve the same area? Hughes doesn’t think so. “All of the major HMOs in California, and a few from farther out, have been here wanting to know if we were interested in being absorbed,” he reveals. “The board has taken the position that we’re a local entity and we’re here to serve the fairly narrow community of four to five counties and don’t have a whole lot of desire to grow much beyond that.”

He notes that six of the 18 members of HPR’s board of directors are consumers, rather than health-care professionals, “and they are very adamant that they want to see this plan for the consumers, and not for some shareholders” far removed from the customer base.

Ultimately, Hughes says, “all health care is local. You don’t go to a doctor in Fresno, you go to a doctor locally. We’ve tried to keep that approach.”

From the June 6-12, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Teresa’s Legacy

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Fatal Flaws


Photos by Janet Orsi

Speaking out: Thanks to a growing number of disenchanted victims, the ranks of Women Against Rape have swelled.

Critics say the murder of Maria Teresa Macias reveals basic problems with the handling of domestic violence, rape, and child abuse cases

By Greg Cahill

The dark clouds hung low that stormy spring morning. In the back of her mind, housekeeper Maria Teresa Macias probably knew something might go wrong as she eased her gray Ford Taurus into a client’s driveway on a quiet, tree-lined street outside of Sonoma. In just four days, the 36-year-old mother of three planned to move to Ukiah in a last desperate bid to rebuild her life and rid herself of her estranged husband Avelino, 37, a batterer who for years also had sexually molested their children.

Frustrated that her numerous pleas for help–18 contacts with county sheriff’s deputies, according to Teresa’s meticulously kept diary–had been all but unheeded by authorities, Teresa wrote prophetically a few days earlier: “If I die, I don’t want other women to suffer what I am suffering. I want them to be listened to.”

As her mother, Sara Hernandez, unloaded a vacuum cleaner from the car trunk that Monday, Avelino suddenly appeared. He held a single flower. He tried to keep Teresa from leaving the car. But she pushed past him, walked to the front door, and unlocked it. Avelino followed. Teresa told her mother to go inside, that she would talk to Avelino in the front yard. Moments later Hernandez heard arguing. She stepped into the yard and saw Teresa sitting on the curb. “Mom, you know what to do,” Teresa said in Spanish, a signal to call 911 for help. Hernandez went back inside and dialed. Avelino appeared. He ripped the phone out of her hand, tossed it across the room, and stepped briskly into the yard.

While Teresa sat crying, Avelino knelt in front of her in the roadway, a hand on one of her shoulders. They didn’t speak. He reached under his black leather jacket and took out a .357 magnum revolver. He pressed the barrel to the back of Teresa’s head and pulled the trigger. Her body slumped face down on the
sidewalk.

Hernandez, who had heard the shot, opened the front door to look outside. She saw Avelino walking toward her, the gun still in his hand. She closed the door and locked it. “I already killed your daughter,” Avelino shouted. He fired twice through the front door, hitting Hernandez in both thighs. He walked back to where Teresa lay mortally wounded. He fired the revolver several times, raising his hand in a sweeping motion until the barrel rested against his left temple. He shot once more, falling lifeless over his dying wife’s body.

State Assemblywoman Valerie Brown, a resident in the neighborhood, was one of the first people on the scene. She called for help on her car phone. When police searched Avelino’s yellow Olds Cutlass, parked a couple of blocks away, they found a copy of the court protective order requiring him to stay away from his estranged wife, the same court order that sheriff’s deputies failed to file a couple of weeks earlier.

It was on the seat of the car beneath an empty box of bullets.

Part of a Pattern

The murder of Maria Teresa Macias on April 15 has sent a shock wave through the community, alerting women’s rights activists, Sheriff’s Department officials, the District Attorney’s Office, and the courts alike to the shortcomings of the legal system. The heads of those public agencies have called the Macias case an aberration, a tragic example who how someone slipped through the cracks of the complex system designed to protect women and children from domestic violence, rape, and child abuse.

But such local grassroots women’s rights groups as Women Against Rape and the Purple Berets–who are both responsible for bringing the official mishandling of the Macias case to the public’s attention–argue that Teresa’s many unheard pleas are part of a pattern that reveals fundamental flaws in the way these types of cases are handled by sheriff’s investigators and county prosecutors.

Sadly, women who have stepped forward in the wake of the murder to make their own cases known show that Teresa Macias was just one of a grim parade of female victims whose cries for justice sometimes are falling on deaf ears.

Family members say that for three months before her death authorities ignored Teresa’s repeated complaints about Avelino’s behavior and the Sheriff’s Department never completed the initial investigation of his alleged child abuse required a year earlier by Child Protective Services. Sheriff’s Department officials at first denied any mistakes were made in the Macias case, arguing that a search of their computerized records showed only nine contacts (at first they acknowledged just two, then four contacts). They said none of those incidents suggested to deputies that Teresa was in grave danger. Assistant Sheriff Gary Zanolini later admitted in published reports that a copy of the permanent restraining order against Avelino delivered Feb. 28 by Teresa to the Sheriff’s Department substation in Sonoma Valley apparently had been misplaced.

A female former deputy sheriff trainee has accused the Sonoma County Sheriff of endorsing a systematic policy of sexual harassment against women who join the force.

Under pressure from critics, Sonoma County Sheriff Mark Ihde on May 24 asked state Attorney General Dan Lundgren to review the department’s handling of the Macias case and to examine procedures used to investigate local domestic violence cases. While Ihde has declined to comment specifically about any mistakes, he admits “there may not have been enough information included in the crime reports for the district attorney to have made a finding.” He also acknowledges that “there seems to have been a breakdown somewhere in the system where the communication about documents in existence did not occur.”

Sonoma County District Attorney Mike Mullins–who earlier had blamed incomplete police reports for his failure to prosecute Avelino–now says that the investigation may have been dropped because someone in his office failed to check the proper box on a complaint form requesting more information, so that deputies handling the investigation didn’t know that the District Attorney’s Office had rejected the case. However, a supplemental crime report obtained this week shows that sheriff’s investigators had recommended on Feb. 23 that the District Attorney’s Office file a stalking charge against Avelino, contrary to Mullins’ claim last week that prosecutors lacked any “apparent” reason to file those charges.

Last week, Ihde and Mullins held a joint press conference to announce policy changes and procedural reforms designed to improve the system. “While much has been done to address the issue of domestic violence, the recent tragic murder of Maria Teresa Macias clearly illustrates that more needs to be done,” Ihde said, reading nervously from a prepared statement. “I returned from a jail managers’ conference last Friday to find an atmosphere of fingerpointing and placing blame.

“I do not believe this serves the best interest of the public.”

Ihde said he will reassign two detectives to oversee deputies’ investigations of protective order violations and will create new policies to ensure that evidence and witness statements are properly gathered to foster speedy prosecutions. He estimated that the department handles about 800 to 900 domestic violence-related crime reports a year, including violations of restraining orders.

“We are forced to work within available resources,” he said, apparently alluding to the assertion made by some deputies that the department is understaffed and underbudgeted. “We hope that will be sufficient.”

Protective orders are now being entered directly into a statewide criminal information database that sheriff’s deputies can access readily in the field.

Mullins added that he will seek approval from the Board of Supervisors to assign a new chief deputy district attorney to coordinate all cases of domestic violence, sexual assault, and child abuse. He added that his prosecutors soon will receive “remedial” training in the proper handling of paperwork related to those cases.

“In all of human endeavor . . . mistakes can and will be made, but it’s important to remember that we can learn from them,” he said solemnly.

Both Ihde and Mullins said they are working to establish a special blue-ribbon panel, which will include Assemblywoman Brown, to review the findings of the attorney general’s investigation and to make recommendations for additional policy and procedural changes. Women’s rights activists, who often find themselves at odds with Ihde and Mullins, aren’t being invited to participate.

Ihde then held up a bumper sticker that read “No Excuse for Domestic Violence,” like one that has been placed on all of the department’s patrol cars. He said it illustrates the department’s commitment to getting tough on crimes against women. Tanya Brannan of the Purple Berets and other protesters in the audience snickered and later said they see that as proof that the sheriff offers only a shallow, bumper-sticker approach to violent crimes against women and children.

Brannan doesn’t think that changes in policies and procedures will improve the system significantly. “The real problem is that they simply won’t do their jobs,” she says. “They already have policies that should have put Avelino in jail. Teresa should still be alive.”

There is no shortage of women who complain about the handling of their own domestic violence, rape, and child abuse cases. Over and again, victims report encountering the same apparent indifference from authorities. And victim’s advocates say the worst offender is the Sheriff’s Department, the target of more than a dozen complaints lodged in the past 18 months by Women Against Rape on behalf of victims.

Neither Ihde nor Mullins could be reached for comments on the women’s complaints.

‘Lazy Police Work’

On the evening of April 5, 1995, 28-year-old blonde, blue-eyed Evelyn was walking her dog along a path at Santa Rosa’s Southwest Regional Park, heading toward a baseball game. The parking lot was full of cars. As she approached the ball field, two male teens confronted her. “They were muttering at first and then they started yelling, ‘Hey, bitch, I’m talking to you,’ and that sort of thing,” she recalls, nursing a cup of hot tea at a Healdsburg coffee shop. “I’ve never been one to cower, so I told them to fuck off.”

She turned to run through a drainage ditch and back to her car. On the other side, two other men stopped her. They dragged her down into the ditch. For 45 minutes, the four male teens–watched by two female companions–raped, robbed, and roughed up Evelyn at knifepoint. She kicked and struck back, cutting one man across the cheek with her car keys. The attack ended only when a passerby startled the assailants.

Evelyn fled in her car to a nearby gas station, where, scared and shaken, she sat for 90 minutes. She later phoned her fiancé to pick her up. At 9 p.m., she contacted sheriff’s deputies. Since there was no vaginal penetration, Evelyn declined a medical exam. However, deputies did take her semen-stained pants for evidence. She gave detailed descriptions of two of the attackers. “I was told that I’d be contacted by a detective within a couple of days,” she says. “Three days went by without any word.” She phoned the Sheriff’s Department and was told that nobody knew who was handling the case. “I was flabbergasted by that,” she explains. “After I made a stink, I was told that they’d look into it.”

The next day, Sheriff’s Detective Lorenzo Duenes phoned and apologized for the delay. He said the department was preoccupied with the fatal shooting a week earlier of Sheriff’s Deputy Frank Trejo. “I’m not one to be shoved under the rug,” Evelyn says, “but at that point I was so stripped of any self-confidence that I just took it. He promised to look into it. He didn’t ask me a damn thing about the attack. When he finally called back, all he had to say was that it’s almost impossible to solve these kinds of cases. He said, ‘Do you know how many guys look like the ones you described?’

“I was outraged. I mean, there was a witness!”

After a couple of weeks, investigators finally met with Evelyn to visit the crime scene. She says Duenes never asked about the attack. At Evelyn’s insistence, investigators agreed to have a police artist sketch two of the suspects. Three weeks after the attack, the sketch and a press release were issued to the public.

Angered by what she calls “lazy police work,” Evelyn sent a letter to Ihde asking for his help. In response, Sheriff’s Lt. Mike Brown, chief of criminal investigations, contacted her. He described the work that had been done on the case, Evelyn says, but conceded that the investigation had not been handled correctly.

“He asked me, ‘Bottom line, what do you want?,’ like he expected me to sue the department,” she recalls in a shaky voice. “You know, the deputies would basically say, ‘Oh, that’s too bad you were raped, but at least you’ll probably get your purse back.’ I’d say, ‘You don’t understand, they didn’t just take my purse, they took my soul.’

“It’s real hard to get that back.”

‘Appalling’ Treatment

Becky gazes out a kitchen window lined with knickknacks and looking out over a neatly manicured lawn in front of her modest three-bedroom townhouse on the outskirts of Santa Rosa. From the patio, wind chimes dance in the warm spring breeze. But the serenity belies both the terror she endured during a brutal rape at her home and the anger she feels in its wake.

She characterizes her treatment at the hands of sheriff’s investigators and county prosecutors as “appalling.” According to Becky, Ihde has acknowledged that the investigation should have been handled better. Detective Tom Werner told her during the first contact with the sheriff’s investigators that he was “too busy” to come to her house a couple of blocks from the sheriff’s substation, she says, choosing instead to conduct the initial interview over the phone.

Her ordeal began Jan. 21. Jeff, who worked with Becky’s 26-year-old daughter, Syd, and was a casual friend of Syd’s, spent the night at their house after getting too drunk to drive home. The next morning, Becky returned home from church to find that Syd had gone to work, leaving Jeff to “sleep it off” until someone came by to pick him up.

“I had met this guy just once a couple of weeks earlier,” Becky recalls.

Jeff arose and struck up small talk with Becky. But at 2 p.m., while Becky was making her bed, Jeff entered the room and started asking about Syd’s supposed sexual hang-ups. “I explained to him that if she did have any it was none of my business and told him he should get ready to go.” He apologized and asked Becky to sit at the kitchen table to talk. He told Becky that his grandmother was dying. He cried. Then he grabbed Becky and hugged her. Becky, a surrogate mom to teens in the neighborhood, tried to console him. “He stuck his hands down my pants. I was shocked as hell and asked him what he thought he was doing,” she says. “He started to deliver a spiel about being attracted to older women.”

Becky told him to leave. He tried to apologize. She again asked him to leave, walked over to the sink, and started to wash dishes. He stepped behind Becky, reached under her sweatshirt, and grabbed one of her breasts. Becky struggled. He dragged her into the bedroom and raped her. She tried to get to the phone a couple of times to call for help. He threw it across the room. She screamed. No one heard.

“When he finished, he was very angry because he couldn’t come,” Becky says. “I was crying. He took my shoulder and slammed me against the door as hard as he could. Then he told me, ‘I swear to God, I know where Syd works, I know her hours, I know what car she drives, I know when you’re home, I know you have a granddaughter, and if you tell anyone about this I will maim your daughter for life.”

For the rest of the day, he held Becky captive in her own home. When Syd returned that evening, Becky didn’t tell her about the rape, saying only that she didn’t feel comfortable with Jeff in the house. The two left. What Becky didn’t know was that Jeff had raped Syd in her car the night before. The attack had been so brutal that it left deep hand print-shaped bruises on her thighs. Jeff had warned that if Syd told anyone about the attack he would harm her mother.

Both women later discussed the rapes separately with friends, but it took four days for them to talk to each other about them.

On Jan. 26, Syd called the Sheriff’s Department and reported the assaults. Deputy Duenes set up a successful phone trap in which Syd got Jeff to admit to her rape. Duenes told the women that, with Jeff’s admission coupled with the physical evidence, deputies would make an arrest by the following Monday. They never did.

Officials at the District Attorney’s Office later told the women they had waited too long to report the rapes, and complained that the women hadn’t gotten medical exams. Also, they had allowed Jeff to spend the night on the evening after the alleged assaults. “Well, it wasn’t a matter of ‘let,’ believe me,” Becky says. “He did what he wanted; he had both of us pretty scared. I don’t think prosecutors understand what a woman goes through after a rape.”

Meanwhile, Jeff–who has a prior conviction for spousal abuse and still lives in the neighborhood–allegedly has made threatening phone calls to Becky and Syd, and as recently as April 6 was spotted rollerblading at 5:45 a.m. near their house. The women say they have given tape recordings of his threats to the District Attorney’s Office. But despite considerable evidence in this case, Deputy District Attorney Stephen Passalaqua told Becky last month that the district attorney wouldn’t take a rape case to court unless prosecutors “had a 110 percent chance” of winning a conviction.

Shortly afterward, sheriff’s deputies started to ignore the women’s phone calls. Two weeks ago, another deputy district attorney contacted Becky to inform her that “the rape team” had decided not to prosecute.

Women’s rights activists were outraged, but not surprised. In an April 3 letter, Marie De Santis, community services coordinator of Women Against Rape, complained to Mullins about Passalaqua’s “practice of shirking prosecution of perfectly solid rape and felony domestic violence cases.” She outlined what she calls, “highly unethical” ways in which he goes about this: attempting to intimidate victims from testifying, splitting victims from their advocates, pleading the defendant’s case with the victim, grossly misinforming victims on the viability of their case, handing give-away deals to the defense on “perfectly good” cases often before holding a preliminary hearing, lying to other officials about the victim’s willingness to testify, and creating intolerably long and unnecessary delays in making his decision to file.

Becky and Syd say they witnessed many of those practices in the handling of their case.

“If I ever get raped again, I don’t think I will report it because of what I’ve been through with the authorities,” Becky adds. “I feel like I’ve been through a second rape in the last four months by the people I’ve supported all these years with my taxes. I have no rights at all.”

Syd agrees. “I feel absolutely raked over the coals,” she says. “In many ways, I’ve been more victimized by them than by the rapist.”

Failure to Protect

Sarah–a 23-year-old single mother with long sandy hair, an easy smile, and large, trusting, gray-blue eyes–is still recovering from a brutal New Year’s Day rape, in which she was molested in her bed by an intruder while her 5-year-old son lay next to her. Since last November, Sarah has lived with her child in a tiny apartment in rural Guernewood Park, not far from the Russian River. Toys, bedding, and clothes are strewn about the cramped rooms. A roast chicken carcass sits on a plate under one window. An unlit wood stove dominates one room.

Sadness and then anger washes over her smooth, finely sculpted face as she describes her rape and the ensuing callous treatment by Sonoma County sheriff’s deputies. “They don’t want to deal with women–they don’t want to handle their cases,” she laments.

The alleged attack took place around 2 a.m. on New Year’s Day, while Sarah was sleeping in the kitchen area that doubles as her bedroom. She says the suspect, who was a friend of her father’s, arrived from a drunken New Year’s Eve bash on the hillside and entered her home through a door that she’d left unlocked for some visiting friends who were asleep in a nearby building.

In the hours after the alleged rape, Sarah says she was in shock and didn’t know how to express her feelings. Two days after the attack, she confided in her sister, who insisted they go to the police. Although Sarah reported the crime within the standard 72 hours recommended for a successful medical examination, sheriff’s deputies ordered no such sexual assault exam. She was told “it was too late.”

It was five days before a detective took her statement, a contact initiated only after the victim and her friend repeatedly phoned the department’s violent crimes unit. “At first they wouldn’t give me a restraining order because they didn’t think I needed one,” Sarah says. When the suspect later returned to her house, “it freaked the hell out of me,” she says. “I slammed the door in his face. The cops showed up and asked, ‘Is that him?’ I said, ‘Yes, that’s him.’ They asked, ‘Do you want him to leave?’ I said, ‘Yes,’ so they made him leave, but they didn’t arrest him. The police treated me like shit. It was my word against his. They said they didn’t have enough evidence.”

Meanwhile, Sarah says, the detective assigned to her case attempted to dissuade her from using the services of Women Against Rape. “They told me not to deal with anyone else that wanted to help me,” she adds. “I felt scared. I ran into [the alleged rapist] a couple of times in the town and felt like he’d taken my power away. I’m trying to get it back.”

Four months later, the same suspect allegedly raped another woman in the same vicinity. “If they had believed me, it wouldn’t have happened again,” Sarah says. Arrested, he’s now in jail in Los Angeles, where there was a warrant out for his arrest on a separate charge. The trial date for the second rape is June 6. Sarah hopes to testify for the victim in that rape case.

“I still have anger here,” she says, gently touching her chest with a clenched fist.

Rude Manner

Eighteen months ago, the 14-year-old son of Helen’s Sebastopol landlord showed pornographic videos to her 9-year-old son “about 20 times” to seduce the child. Another neighbor’s son, age 6, also was a victim. On several occasions, “there was also oral copulation and masturbation,” she says. “The suspect admitted more than my son told me.”

From the beginning, Helen says, she had trouble with sheriff’s investigators. It took 10 weeks for them to interview the alleged perpetrator. And when the women contacted Sgt. Craig Wiseman, the head of the department’s violent crimes unit, he responded with rude and condescending remarks, they say. “He was pretty snide. He seemed skeptical and made minimizing comments,” Helen says. “When I asked him if the evidence could be seized, he asked me, ‘What evidence?’ I said, ‘The videos.’ He just snorted and laughed.”

The impression the women got was that investigators hoped they would just go away.

“The authorities were not helpful,” says Helen, noting that investigators became receptive only when the women contacted a victim advocate for help. “I was made to feel out of line when I called to ask for information. It took forever and they didn’t return my calls. It seems to me like they are overwhelmed with calls and the squeaky wheel gets noticed.

“You need a lot of perseverance.”

Even though sheriff’s investigators obtained a full confession from the youthful suspect and spoke to his parents, Helen says, the whole affair was put in a very informal context. In the end, the perpetrator was simply given a citation, even though he has easy access to other young children. The parents of the 6-year-old have filed an appeal, but no court date or hearing has been scheduled.

The episode has left Helen believing that the young pedophile might have been shown special treatment because of law enforcement connections. “I don’t know if this means anything, but the father of the perpetrator was a San Francisco firefighter and knows all the local police and firefighters,” she says, obviously disillusioned. “He tells us he knows them all.”

Batterers with Badges

It may seem simplistic, but De Santis thinks she knows one reason sheriff’s investigators often don’t do their job. “It’s too much work,” she says. “What they want is felony convictions with as little work as possible. How do you get those? In a drug case, all you need is a little bit of drugs. In the case of child abuse and violence against women, you need to sit down with very emotionally distraught women and children, listen to their intrafamilial problems, and then, God forbid, you’ve got to take their side. Those cases are a lot of work.

“There are no high-speed chases, no whodunits. But there is a lot of sifting out of emotions. And they hate it. They didn’t come into law enforcement for that. They like busting down doors. They like the hunt. But there is no hunt here. The fact is that most people are uncomfortable dealing with highly charged emotional situations. And you couldn’t pick a worse group for that chore than relatively uneducated white males who selected to do something that involves physical action.”

De Santis contends that by repeatedly failing to act on evidence and witness statements–such as those in the Macias case and the others described here–sheriff’s deputies are routinely violating women’s rights under the 14th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, which guarantees equal protection under the law. That provision was adopted to stop systematic discrimination of blacks, since the people under the Ku Klux Klan sheets in the Deep South were sometimes the same people elected or appointed to protect those who were being harassed.

“What we have here is the same thing: systematic, third-party violence against a group, and law enforcement systematically ignoring that situation,” De Santis asserts.

That may seem far-fetched. But, she points out, that statistically in some instances law enforcement officials sent to uphold protective orders are batterers themselves, leaving little room for compassion toward victims.

“They don’t want to arrest men that look just like them and that behave just like them,” Brannan adds. “They look at those restraining orders and say, ‘I do this. What’s the big deal?’ When you look at the incidence of domestic violence by profession, the highest percentage of offenders are in law enforcement. Those are the men that we have to turn to for help, and that’s a fundamental problem here.”

Dr. Wayne Light, a Sonoma-based police psychologist, refutes that claim. “That might have been true 10 years ago, but I would say the number of batterers in law enforcement is about the same as in the general population.” He credits better screening of recruits and a get-tough stance toward convicted batterers for the change. “It’s pretty much the kiss of death for a cop to get convicted of spousal abuse,” Light adds.

“Anyone can make accusations.”

Court records show that Sonoma County Sheriff’s Deputy Mark Lopez–who on several occasions was dispatched to help Teresa Macias and recommended that the district attorney file stalking charges against Avelino–has twice had temporary restraining orders issued against him. Before their 1992 separation, his ex-wife, Delia, sought a protective order from the Sonoma County Superior Court because Lopez allegedly was “emotionally abusive” to her while intoxicated. He was “quite violent” and would have “angry outbursts,” according to her statement filed in court divorce papers.

Delia, who has two children by Lopez, emphasized that Lopez never physically struck her. He has never been charged with spousal abuse and in court records has noted that it was Delia, not he, who was abusive.

In April of 1995, Teresa Guerrero–a Sonoma County probation officer who had lived with Lopez for 15 months–filed a restraining order because of Lopez’s “violent nature” and his “excess consumption” of alcohol. “During our relationship, Mr. Lopez made threats that he would ‘make me pay should I hurt him,'” Guerrero noted in an application for a protective order. She alleges that on March 31, 1995, Lopez called her at work and said, ‘It’s not over yet, bitch. God is going to punish you.’ Then a week later, he allegedly left a note on her car that said, “You will die, bitch.”

Guerrero claimed that Lopez “is willing and capable of inflicting physical injury to me.”

Those aren’t Lopez’s only brushes with the law. In January of 1995, he was convicted on a drunken driving offense in Placerville. He served two days in the El Dorado County Jail, was placed on three years’ probation, and was fined $1,727.

Assistant Sheriff Gary Zanolini said he could not discuss specific cases that might have been handled through internal affairs. But Lt. Erne Ballinger, the head of the department’s personnel division, says that any deputy found guilty of a spousal abuse charge would be dismissed.

Those problems are not confined to the Sheriff’s Department, however. Last December, Sonoma police officer Ron Ekas was placed on paid administrative leave for five months after being arrested for alleged spousal abuse. The charges were reduced to misdemeanor battery and will be dropped if Ekas completes a 32-week diversion program, which is being phased out by changes in state law. Ekas has said he is innocent of the charges. On April 15, the same day as Teresa Macias’ murder, he agreed to go on unpaid leave.

Last week, Petaluma police officer Garrett Faddis, 32, was arrested at his Santa Rosa home on a charge of felony spousal abuse. According to police, Faddis had been drinking when a fight broke out with his spouse. Faddis allegedly choked the woman, who also suffered a bruised left eye, cuts and scratches, red marks on her neck, and a bloodied lip. She reportedly refused medical treatment.

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More troubling to women’s rights advocates is the fact that Sheriff Ihde may have known about a “no contact order” issued Nov. 29 by Sonoma County Municipal Court Judge Frank Passalaqua against Ihde’s 24-year-old son, Sean, following a conviction for spousal abuse. That restraining order still was in effect when the Probation Department wrongly granted Sean an early release from a residential drug treatment program in January before completion of his 90-day sentence. It barred Sean from having direct contact with his ex-girlfriend during visits with their two children.

If the sheriff knew of the restraining order but chose to disregard it, critics say, then what kind of message is that sending to deputies in the field?

“What does that tell you about Ihde’s capacity to understand the situation that the department is in right now–facing an investigation by the state Attorney General’s Office and a sexual harassment lawsuit filed in federal court–or his ability to correct it?” De Santis asks.

She wants the Board of Supervisors and Ihde to “democratize” the Sheriff’s Department by hiring more women deputies. Nationwide, 9.6 percent of law enforcement personnel in the field are women; of the 98 active duty patrol deputies on the Sonoma County Sheriff’s Department’s roster, three are women–or about 2.8 percent.

“I just don’t think that the highest-ranking officials in the department understand what’s happening here,” De Santis adds. “The top brass just don’t get it when it comes to understanding the true nature of the problem. They don’t understand that the handling of violent crimes against women and children is different from other police work. I think they need to promote some of those deputies who are good at handling these cases, because the frontline patrol officers probably have a better understanding of the problems than the top brass.

“You encounter some real Neanderthal attitudes at the upper echelon.”

The experiences of those victims interviewed for this story echo that sentiment. More disturbing is the fact that the women contend they have been failed by law and order. In the future, they would take matters into their own hands. Two already have purchased handguns.

How would things have changed for Evelyn if the four assailants in her rape case had been brought to justice through the courts? “I wouldn’t feel so screwed over,” she says, tears welling up in her eyes. “I mean, not only was I fucked by those four guys, I was fucked by the Sheriff’s Department, too. That hurts 100 percent more because these people are supposed to be there to help you, but they didn’t do anything. I still have nightmares, especially since Teresa’s death. I’ve never felt this jilted. I just feel totally bitter. Those four guys are still walking around. And I don’t want anybody else to get hurt.

“At this point, I’d just as soon kill someone who was hurting me or my family rather than call the police,” she adds. “And that really stinks.”

Correspondent Paula Harris contributed to this article.

Persons identified solely by a first name have had their real name changed to protect them.

From the June 6-12, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Dragonheart

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Old Flame


Original monsta: Draco the dragon flames it old-school style.

‘Dragonheart’ a rousing throwback

By Zack Stentz

OK, SEE, there’s this brave knight who’s the tutor to a spoiled young prince, and he watches the prince get mortally wounded in battle. But a kindly local dragon gives the prince half of his own heart to save him, but the prince still grows up to be a nasty tyrant, so the knight and the dragon have to team up and help the oppressed peasants to overthrow the . . . , well, you get the point. If you were raised, like me, on a strict diet of C. S. Lewis and J. R. R. Tolkien, this plot sketch of probably sounds to you like a nifty idea for a movie. If not, it most likely strikes you as dorky fare more suited to the Dungeons and Dragons-playing geeks from junior high school.

Actually, Dragonheart is both. Simultaneously hokey and rousing, the film comes as a fiery breath of fresh air in a summer of convoluted, self-referencing, postmodern action silliness (Mission: Impossible) and celluloid theme-park rides that have eschewed plot and characterization altogether (Twister). With non-gory violence and no sex or bad language, Dragonheart is even kid-friendly. Think of it as a 1940s Ray Harryhausen adventure movie with really good special effects.

Of course, the most special effect of all is the titular character, Draco, an 18-foot-tall, 45-foot-long dragon with armor plating, teeth like daggers, and the unmistakable voice of Sean Connery. Alternately fierce, sardonic, mournful, and compassionate, Draco is a fully fleshed-out character, even if the flesh in question was created in a Silicon Graphics workstation.

And aided by Sean Connery’s razor-sharp delivery, he even gets off most of the movie’s best lines. In a Clintonesque moment, Draco denies having a propensity for eating human flesh, declaring: “I only chewed in self-defense. And I never swallowed.”

Dennis Quaid also turns in a solid performance as Bowen the knight, especially when considering the actor spent half his screen time interacting with a blank spot in space where the Industrial Light and Magic wizards would later color in their computer-generated marvel.

David Thewlis, better known to art-house fans as the compelling creep in Mike Leigh’s Naked, makes a convincingly oily villain. Even better is Pete Postlethwaite as Bowen’s wandering monk/poet sidekick. So ominous as the mouthpiece for diabolical crime boss Keyser Söze in The Usual Suspects, here Postlethwaite provides comic relief as he runs alongside Quaid, composing heroic couplets to match Bowen’s valorous deeds, an idea no less funny for having been stolen from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Directed by Rob Cohen (who previously helmed Dragon: The Bruce Lee Story— do I detect a theme here?), the film manages the neat trick of conveying sincerity while avoiding the goopy, Spielbergian sentimentality that plagued Willow, an otherwise similar fantasy film from a few years back. Cohen actually believes all that stuff the characters preach like honor, sacrifice, and defending the strong against the weak, and I’d certainly rather swallow Dragonheart‘s old-school earnestness than another cynical, hipper-than-thou Tarantino splatterfest.

And with its hints of dark forests, ancient ruins, and Celtic magic, in its best moments Dragonheart achieves a genuinely mythic feel that would bring a tear to Joseph Campbell’s eye.

So if you can get past the more-than-occasional lapse into silliness and costume drama cliché, then Dragonheart‘s for you. And if not, well, I hear Striptease is opening in another couple weeks.

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Talking Pictures

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Woman Scorned

‘Sylvia’ cartoonist Nicole Hollander finds I Shot Andy Warhol a disturbing take on female rage

By David Templeton

Writer David Templeton specializes in taking interesting people to interesting movies in his ongoing quest for the ultimate post-film conversation. This time around, he takes a call from innovative cartoonist Nicole Hollander (creator of the philosophical comic strip Sylvia), to discuss I Shot Andy Warhol, a disturbingly lighthearted treatment of the life of 1960s protofeminist Valerie Solanis.

Nicole Hollander has seen not once, but twice, and not necessarily because she liked it.

“I only felt that I could see it another way if I saw it again,” she explains, having called from her home in Chicago. “Besides I knew I’d be discussing it with you, and I like to be prepared.”

She demonstrates her infectious laugh; even over the phone, separated by hundreds of miles, Hollander seems up-close and personable, funny, smart, and slightly crotchety, the kind of human you instantly want to be friends with. In that, she is not unlike Sylvia, her wisecracking cartoon creation, whose sensible, dead-on comments about life, etc. are worshipped daily in over 60 newspapers around the world and in numerous books.

Not so instantly likable is the movie we are discussing, an odd, strangely structured little film that is nevertheless endlessly fascinating. A bio-pic of sorts, I Shot is the story of Valerie Solanis (Lili Taylor), the brilliant but unhinged New York writer/hustler who, in the mid 1960s, crafted a shocking, satirical manuscript (it advocates worldwide economic disruption and the elimination of the male sex), that was virtually ignored at the time, yet is now, several years after Solanis’ death, viewed as a feminist classic.

Titled The SCUM Manifesto (SCUM means the Society for Cutting Up Men), the book is a scathing, darkly funny work that the iconoclastic New York artist Andy Warhol was vaguely supportive of. When his tentative enthusiasm for her work, and for Valerie herself, waned, she convinced herself that he was trying to steal the manifesto, and her other writings, for himself.

So she shot him.

“I wanted to see what The SCUM Manifesto really was,” Hollander continues. “So I went out looking for it.”

She ended up locating excerpts within the pages of Sisterhood Is Powerful: An Anthology of Writings From the Women’s Liberation Movement (Vintage, 1970). “First of all, I thought her writing was far more witty than it seemed in the movie. She describes things like Suicide Centers that men would be allowed to go to. Now, that’s quite funny.

“And then, the more I read, the more the movie became like–a movie. One person’s version of this woman’s life. It wasn’t very accurate.”

She recalls a moment in the film where Solanis flips on the TV to see organized groups of women picketing the Miss America Pageant, merrily burning their bras. “They stole my idea!” Solanis shouts, apparently meaning feminism in general. “I should be there!”

“Remember that?” Hollander queries. “Well, let me read you something from the manifesto.

“‘SCUM will not picket, demonstrate, march or strike to attempt to achieve its ends,'” she reads. “‘Such tactics are for nice genteel ladies who scrupulously take only such action as is guaranteed to be ineffective. . . . If SCUM ever marches, it will only be over LBJ’s stupid, sickening face; if SCUM ever strikes, it will be in the dark with a six-inch blade.’

“When I saw the film before I read the manifesto,” she continues, “I thought, ‘This is interesting, that when you develop an idea alone, in isolation, you have no idea that there are other people out there who are also thinking the same way that you do. She didn’t need to be as isolated as she was.

“Then I thought again, ‘Well, she was so revolutionary. I don’t think she would have been comfortable in any movement that was not her own. She was not a compromiser. And if we go from what she wrote herself, it would have been very unlikely for her to have said, ‘I should be there!’ She would have despised them.”

And yet, with her education, her radically sharp wit, and her genius at articulating her rage, might she not have become an important voice in the feminist movement, had she not been so, well, so nuts? “I don’t know,” replies Hollander doubtfully. “We know that she was abused as a child, and was essentially handicapped by her childhood. She had an apparent inability to choose to enter mainstream life. Here was a woman who was in your face all the time. It was so ‘unfeminine.’ Her message was unpalatable to the times, because it was so anti-capitalist, and so anti-male. She could never have been heard.

“I remember one time I was in New York, with a friend,” she adds, “and there were a lot of homeless people who were acting out on the sidewalk. And she said to me, ‘See? Even among the mad people, the men are louder.'”

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Mart du Jour

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Mart du Jour


Janet Orsi

His nose knows: Chef Michael Hirschberg uses his sensitive sniffer to determine a tomato’s edibility.

A Santa Rosa chef finds gourmet goods in an ordinary supermarket

By David Templeton

THE PARADOX of the common supermarket: There is so much to choose from, yet so few choices. Shelf after shelf overflows with name-brand foodstuffs, but there is a conspicuous absence of healthy alternative items. In an increasingly fast-paced world, convenience and affordability have taken hold over quality and inventiveness, and many of us, to put it bluntly, have forgotten how to assemble the family dinner without having to linger in the frozen-food and just-add-water sections.

What’s a shopper to do? The Independent asked local chef and restaurateur Michael Hirschberg, owner of the sensational Mediterranean restaurant, Mistral (formerly Sienna), in Santa Rosa, to meet us at some large, mainstream market to demonstrate how a knowledgeable shopper might negotiate the slings and pitfalls of the modern market. The pitch was this: He would plan, on the spot, a classy, Mistral-quality dinner party for four, with a maximum budget of $75. He would use only the materials readily available to the common cook. We would follow his every move. “It’ll be fun,” he agreed.

IT’S FRIDAY, 2 P.M., and we’re standing just outside a chain supermarket somewhere in Santa Rosa. “First of all, never go shopping with a list,” Hirschberg advises, watching a parade of shopping carts wheel past us and into the store. “I’m absolutely serious.”

He has arrived just after the restaurant’s lunch rush has concluded. He’s a busy man. In addition to the restaurant, he is also the owner of Mezzaluna bakery, so we can safely guess our dinner will include a loaf of fresh-baked Mezzaluna bread. “I go shopping for a dinner party the same way I plan the menu for my restaurant,” he nods. “First, I find out what’s best in the marketplace, and then I build my menu around that. I never write the menu and then go out to find what I need.

He pulls a cart from the rack. “Let’s do it.” he grins.

2:15 p.m. The Meat Department. “First, start with an open mind,” Hirschberg says, standing before an array of fish and poultry. “Just browse for a few minutes.” As he sidesteps slowly along the various display cases, bending over to see all that lies within, he thinks out loud. “Sausages, maybe? These look good, so that’s a possibility. The salmon looks reasonably good. The tuna looks nice and fresh; it’s really red, not dark brown.

Everything looks fresh, actually. “Of course,” he adds, lowering his voice, “they use those ultraviolet lights to make everything look more wonderful than it is. Salmon never glows no matter how fresh it is.”

He considers the crab and the swordfish, then moves along to the poultry section, where he stands perusing a moment. “I’m inclined toward chicken or tuna as the main entrée,” he says, “and maybe something with crab for an appetizer. So now we’ll head down to produce and see what jogs my brain.”

2:23 p.m. The Produce Department. Hirschberg reaches out to take up a cluster of tomatoes, flecked with green, held together by a common vine. Lifting them to his nose, he breathes in the aroma, then returns them to the pile. “Tomatoes aren’t really at their best yet,” he says. “You can tell by the way they smell. They need to smell like a tomato. These don’t smell like much at all. There’s a kind of bell-pepper aroma to them, but that’s just the vine.”

He pushes our still-empty cart a few feet to his right and examines the spinach. “One wonderful thing about food,” he says, “and this separates it from almost anything else you can buy, is that the things that are the cheapest are often the best. Food is cheaper when it’s at its peak, and most expensive when it’s the most out of season.

“I like these little things,” he smiles affectionately, running his fingers over a heap of radicchios and Belgian endive. “They look really expensive, $3.99 or $6.99. But with just one little one, it doesn’t cost that much and you get maybe 20 leaves, and they really dress up a salad.”

Hirschberg is a sampler. Contending that serious shoppers have a legal right to sample, he tastes everything from the strawberries to the snowpeas, and even asks for a taste of the cooked crab. “If you’re buying, and you don’t get carried away, most markets understand that you need to sample the food,” he explains.

Having explored the entire produce section, Hirschberg now pauses to compose his thoughts on the matter.

“So the way I’m thinking about this meal now, is, let’s see, it’s kind of warm out, so we’ll have four courses, three cold plus the hot course for the entrée. Now I have to figure out how to put all the little pieces together in my head. Maybe a crab and avocado thing, with sliced lime, as an appetizer; then a mixed salad, and tuna or chicken as the entrée, maybe some roasted new potatoes, maybe some asparagus; and then a three-berry compote with ice cream for dessert.”

He selects the berries first. Blueberries, raspberries, and strawberries. After almost a half an hour in the store, something has finally gone into the cart.

“Spinach is easy,” he explains, choosing a bunch for its abundance of smaller, tender leaves in the center. “See this twist tie thing holding it together? Take this home, lay it down, and hack it off right above the tie. Throw away everything below and then toss the leaves into a big sink of cold water. Shake it all up, and as you do, the leaves will all float to the top and the sand will sink to the bottom. Scoop it up in a colander, then pick out the prettiest leaves.”

He’s working quickly now. “Oregano,” he says. “Let’s make a simple marinade for the chicken. Chopped oregano, chives, and orange juice, with a little olive oil. That’s pretty basic. Then we’ll need asparagus. Five stalks per person.

“Do you know how to trim asparagus?” He demonstrates, holding one stalk firmly at the very edge of the thick end, then pulling the spear-end down in an arch until it snaps in two. “That’s the piece you want,” he tells me, holding up the severed spear.

Moving to the red potatoes, he fills a bag as he describes how to cook them: Cut them in half, brown them alongside several garlic cloves in a hot iron skillet, then place the whole thing in a hot oven (400 degrees) for 15-20 minutes. “The garlic nicely flavors the potatoes, and if you like you can spread the cloves on a piece of bread.”

2:37 p.m. The Meat Department. “OK. We can go two ways with this meal. I’ve been thinking of chicken, but you could also use tuna with this, and the more I look at it, the more I like it.”

He asks for a quarter pound of crab and then chooses two thick tuna steaks, explaining that he will slice them horizontally to make four steaks. Soaked in the oregano marinade, browned in a pan, and then baked for five or six minutes, the fish will be served alongside the potatoes and asparagus.

On the way toward the checkout stand, we make our only forays into the name-brand aisles, picking up some Spectrum Naturals extra-virgin olive oil (made in Petaluma), along with some mustard, vanilla ice cream, and a loaf of Mezzaluna’s seeded herb bread.

Our grand total is $53.17. Everything fits into one bag. “Whenever I go shopping,” Hirschberg laughs, “I look in my cart and then I look in other people’s carts. Mine looks like I’ve been to a farmers’ market or something. We’ve constructed a very nice, Mediterranean-style meal here, all from materials you would find in any major supermarket.

“If you know what you’re doing,” he adds with a grin, “and you start with fresh stuff, cooking creative meals is easy as hell.” n

From the June 6-12, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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