Letters to the Editor: October 1, 2013

Permanent Shutdown, Now!

Workers of the world, rejoice! Reactionary elements in the federal government of the U.S.A. empire don’t know it, but they are showing us the way forward for humanity! Let’s take it to the next level! Let’s organize a global business shutdown!

Among the demands for a strike, we should include: (1) keep the federal government shut down; expand the shutdown to all levels of government; (2) use the public power of eminent domain to seize all property and assets of the “1 percent” and reorganize all economic activity under workers’ control; (3) abolish all labor laws which obstruct the basic human right of all workers to full freedom of association and freedom of expression.

Let us hold open public assemblies in all communities worldwide to decide how to dispose of government assets and how to reorganize services.

Most of the more than 800,000 workers employed by the U.S. government are being subjected to what amounts to a lockout by their employer. Workers everywhere must show them solidarity. We can do that, and advance the collective interest of all of us, by permanently throwing the dead weight of the governments of the 1 percent into the dustbin of history.

San Diego

The Weather Is Nice Because
We Feed People

Did you ever wonder why we of this county have such nice, easy weather, surely compared to Denver, Colo., or New Orleans? Why do we have such nice weather year-round? My theory is simple: our county demonstrates feeding the hungry with the Redwood Empire Food Bank, and with many churches donating time, food and material goods for those who have no home, let alone a kitchen.

Our county is blessed with mild weather. Our county is great for seniors. Sonoma County is acting as a poster child for sharing, and having so many healthcare practitioners and facilities. Our great weather is a result of a generous and sharing county setting an example for other counties in California, and the rest of our great and generous nation.

Santa Rosa

An Inspiration

It is truly an honor to have studied with Mark Perlman at SSU (“The History of Thinking,” Sept. 4). His commitment to teaching, passion for painting and dedication to critical discourse made a lasting impact on me as a young student and inspired me to be the artist I am today.

Via online

Who Cares About Beautiful Fields, Anyway?

A grant of tax money from the county is being sought by a citizens group to purchase an eight-acre parcel costing $1.5 million that lies adjacent to downtown Forestville to make it open space, meaning that it can never be built on or developed—ever. It’s a complete waste of your tax money.

I am opposed to the Forestville open space grant for the following reasons:

It eliminates a future tax base that would enable El Molino High and Forestville Elementary to stay in operation. Both are in danger of closing due to declining enrollment.

It’s out of scale for the town; the entire downtown commercial part of Forestville is less in acreage than this proposed “park” would be.

If there is one thing Forestville has plenty of, it’s open space. Why spend your tax money to purchase what is already abundant?

The county already owns a parcel in downtown Forestville right next to the eight acres that is under construction as a park at the entrance to the West County Trail.

Forestville has more park space than the population utilizes: Forestville Youth Park, Steelhead Beach, Riverfront Regional Park, Sunset River Beach Park, Forestville River Access (formerly Mother’s Beach) West County Regional Trail, Wohler Bridge Park.

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Battling Giants

Nobody wants to be the underdog, right?

Not so, says New Yorker staff writer Malcolm Gladwell, whose latest book David and Goliath: Underdogs, Misfits, and the Art of Battling Giants takes on the idea that David was at a disadvantage against Goliath—when in reality he deployed cunning against brute strength—to arrive at a new understanding of success.

The author of The Tipping Point, Blink and Outliers, all bestsellers in their own right, Gladwell has built his success as a writer on his ability to begin at knowledge assumed to be true and turn it on its head. David and Goliath examines the minds of cancer researchers, the battlefields of Vietnam and unsuccessful classrooms, exposing the way we “fundamentally misunderstand the true meaning of advantages and disadvantages.”

With a blend of psychology, business and history acumen, Gladwell posits questions that turn the fabric of life inside out. When is a traumatic childhood a good thing? When does a disability leave someone better off? Consistent and dexterous, Malcolm Gladwell appears on Wednesday, Oct. 9, at Dominican University. 50 Acacia Ave., San Rafael. $35 (includes book). 7pm. 415.485.3202.

Long Ball

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“No, we don’t got no gay people on the team. They gotta get up out of here if they do.” The words of 49ers cornerback Chris Culliver during a radio interview last year rightfully prompted media outrage and a stern reprimand from his coach. As a gay man and former NFL cornerback himself, Wade Davis might have some words for Culliver, who is out for the year with a torn ACL (karma?). After retiring, Davis came out and now travels the country speaking out for gay rights. Though the country has yet to see an openly gay athlete in the big four sports (NBA player Jason Collins came out this year, but the free agent hasn’t found a team willing to sign him), advocates like Davis remind us that, like gay marriage, it’s only a matter of time. Davis speaks at the Cooperage at Sonoma State University on Tuesday, Oct. 8. 1801 E. Cotati Ave., Rohnert Park. 7pm. Free. 707.664.2815.

GOURDS!

Food for Thought Sonoma County AIDS Food Bank is staffed by over 600 volunteers who serve 675 people living with HIV/AIDS in Sonoma County. Even with recent improvements in HIV/AIDS treatment, the disease continues to have significant health and economic impacts on patients’ lives. There are approximately 2,000 people in Sonoma County with HIV/AIDS; Food for Thought provides high-quality groceries, fresh produce and nutrition services to them free of charge.

Calabash, in collaboration with the Occidental Art and Ecology Center, is the agency’s annual fundraising celebration of gourds, art and the garden. At the 13th annual benefit guests can enjoy food, wine, a silent auction, live music played on handmade gourd instruments and more—all for a good cause. Calabash gets underway on Sunday, Oct. 6, at Food for Thought. 6550 Railroad Ave., Forestville. 1pm-5pm. $45-$50. 707.887.1647.

Bypass Mayhem

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It was 5:45am, and Will Parrish sat on a thin platform 30 feet above the ground. He was exhausted. His plywood perch rested partway up a piece of drilling equipment called a stitcher, which looks like a narrow cell phone tower jutting a hundred feet into the sky. He’d wanted to climb higher—here, just above the Bobcat arm steadying the metal column, a cherry picker full of armed police could easily bring him down. But climbing even the stitcher’s base had been grueling enough to make him vomit, mostly because of what the longhaired Ukiah resident carried. Along with his platform, he’d shouldered a bucket, three gallons of water, a sleeping bag, a tarp, granola bars, an apple and a can of lentil soup. He planned to stay as long as he could.

Parrish, a reporter for Mendocino’s Anderson Valley Advertiser, was occupying the stitcher to protest a $300 million extension of Highway 101 known as the Willits Bypass. By the time he decided to climb a vertical drill in June of 2013, he’d had been covering Caltrans’ proposed diversion through Little Lake’s wetland for months, his detailed, investigative prose growing harsher and more cynical with every new piece he wrote. He’d narrated the ecological devastation it would cause—filling a wetland, clear-cutting pine groves and drying a seasonal lake.

He’d mapped out the politicians involved, traced their funding, found their regulators and uncovered multiple permit violations. He’d supported a two-month tree sit and watched as 25 squad cars full of armed riot police rolled into the valley to bring three activists down.

By June, bulldozers had arrived, pines were felled, and part of a hill had been scraped away. And Parrish rarely called the state agency by its name in his weekly installments, referring to it more often as Big Orange—each word bitterly capitalized to imply power that couldn’t be checked.

So against a growing background of high-profile journalists who have done the same, Parrish decided to become part of the story he was covering. His resolution to break into a construction site and occupy a stitcher—like Bill McKibben trespassing at Chevron or Glenn Greenwald helping Edward Snowden escape—blurs the ethics of a profession where impartiality has long been the sanctified norm. And it throws what happened eight days later—when Parrish was arrested, charged with 16 misdemeanors and slapped with a maximum of eight years in jail—into two conflicting narratives.

On the one hand, he crossed the sand-line from journalist to activist, knowingly trespassed and expected to be charged. On the other, he’d written about enough lawsuits, conflicting statistics and regulatory breaches to fill a book; he’d begun to feel that mounting a stitcher was the only option left. Like Greenwald and McKibben, he’d started to see direct action as the logical extension of his role.

It was mid-summer, so even at this early hour, the sun hung over the hills. A dense white mist was thinning in the morning brightness, and Parrish could see the arid dirt patch that surrounded him. It looked like the surface of the moon. Months before, it had been a wetland where fissure-thin creeks cut through marshy reeds. Those waterways had been the source of the valley’s name, Little Lake, because every winter they would flood and pool together in silver sheets that reflected the sky.

Now, thanks to the tower where Parrish sat, Little Lake would be just a name. Though resting at the moment, the giant blue column was drilling wick drains deep into the ground, where the synthetic channels pulled water from 80 feet of silt. Acres of them had already been installed, and their white tips poked out of the dug-up wetlands in neat rows, folded over black runners so they looked like hundreds of stitched-up wounds.

Thirty feet up, Parrish waited to see if he’d be taken down.

The Willits Bypass is a response to the bottleneck that occurs on 101 at the town’s southern end. Local cars and semis carting loads up the coast stall in a long, smoggy line at the town entrance, where 101 has historically passed under a welcome sign that glows neon green at night. From there, the freeway becomes Willits’ main street, complete with intersections and crosswalks. The snarl is a problem, a fact that few dispute. It’s dangerous, and because the highway becomes a surface street lined with restaurants and stores, it can’t be widened. Activists generally say they don’t oppose an alternate route—just the six-mile, $300 million, four-lane one that Caltrans chose.

So far, opponents to the project have filed two lawsuits and engaged in multiple direct actions that have resulted in dozens of arrests. Labeling their motivation with the blanket term “environmental” doesn’t go far enough. Certainly ecological concern has been part of it; as Parrish wrote in an AVA article in January titled “The Insanity of the Willits Bypass,” the freeway’s construction will decimate—or, at the very least, displace—a litany of species. It will devour not only wetlands, he writes, “but oak forests, meadows, native plants, native bunchgrasses, Ponderosa pines groves, Oregon ash groves, habitat for northern spotted owls, habitat for coho salmon, habitat for steelhead trout, habitat for tidewater goby, habitat for Western pond turtles, habitat for peregrine falcons, habitat for yellow warblers, habitat for Point Arena mountain beavers, habitat for red tree voles, habitat for California red-legged frogs, habitat for foothill yellow-legged frogs, habitat for Western snowy plovers, habitat for pale big-eared bats and prime farmland.” Most troubling in a region where dwindling coho are sacred, the project’s environmental impact report states that the booms and blasts of pile driving could cause the threatened species’ organs to hemorrhage and explode.

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But this makes the bypass controversy sound like it’s simply about conservation, which it’s not. If it were, Caltrans’ claim that building a freeway around town could cut carbon emissions by reducing stop-and-go traffic might hold more local weight (though Parrish reported that the construction of this mammoth project would generate 380,000 tons of CO2, “about 90 years’ worth of what Caltrans claims to be saving”).

No, the bypass doesn’t threaten only those Mendocino dwellers with wings and gills; it will also massively upend the geography of the Little Lake Valley, which is only about two miles wide and four miles long, and not simply by drying out the wetlands northeast of Willits and aerating the inland region’s namesake; not just by scraping the top off of one hill and even possibly—if parts of the EIR are enacted—exploding a second to use for fill, and not just by leveling pine and oak and ash groves.

No, because the freeway will displace all the plants and animals mentioned above, Caltrans is bound to an enormous mitigation. The state agency has seized roughly 2,000 acres of valley property so it can attempt to move and replant some of the habitats listed—much of it historical cattle ranches and farms. This means that the state agency owns nearly one-third of the valley floor, and is Little Lake’s largest landowner.

In 2012, the Farm Bureau made strange bedfellows with the Sierra Club, Center for Biological Diversity, Willits Environmental Center and Environmental Protection Information Center in a lawsuit against Caltrans, protesting its monolithic seizure (it accepted a settlement in early 2013). With Willits Economic Localization, a thriving Grange—a center of the California Grange revival—and dozens of generational farms, Little Lake valley is a hub of transitional, back-to-the-land philosophy and subsistence agriculture.

For a transportation agency to not only fill the valley’s wetlands but to take away its food production land en masse for a freeway is beyond symbolic, and cuts deeply into regional identity. Amanda Senseman, the 24-year-old who first climbed a Ponderosa pine in January to protest under the title “Warbler” wasn’t a zero-sum conservationist—she was a farmer. When I interviewed her in August, she compared the bypass to another monstrosity that has as much to do with rural land rights as it does ecology.

“This is our Keystone XL,” she said.

While protesters blocked Caltrans in March, State Sen. Noreen Evans sent a letter to the state agency’s director Michael Dougherty about the bypass.

“[A]s facts about the selected project become more widely known, opposition is mounting,” she wrote. “It is disconcerting when, after all these years, many ranchers, farmers, local business, environmental groups and ordinary citizens agree that the Willits Bypass as it is presently conceived should not be built.”

Her letter went on to question why the state transportation agency seemed to be putting fourth only two options: a four-lane bypass through the wetlands or nothing? Why not a cheaper two-lane freeway? After all, building those two extra lanes would cost another $80 million. Why not convert a surface street into a separate arterial for vehicles passing through?

Dougherty’s answer was polite but firm. No other alternative was possible, he explained, due to an interlocking chain of funding and design standards. Only a six-mile, four-lane diversion would work because only it could provide uninterrupted traffic flow, not just at the project’s completion, but 20 years in the future. If the project did not accomplish this, it would be considered “functionally obsolete,” which was not permitted by Caltrans regulator, the Federal Highway Administration (FHWA).

Evans backed off, but Willits residents did not. Just as the perception of regulatory collapse was causing Parrish to move toward action, it was also driving a handful of activists toward investigation. Local engineer Richard Estabrook wondered what the vague-sounding term “functionally obsolete” meant, so he turned to Caltrans encyclopedic EIR. It referred, he found, to the highway’s “Level of Service” or “LOS,” a term measuring traffic flow. Flying down 101 near Cloverdale at 2am would be LOS A, while sitting stalled on 580 behind a collision for hours would be LOS F. The marker that had been decided for the bypass was LOS C.

In April, Estabrook sent a Freedom of Information Act Request to the FHWA to substantiate whether federal funding for the bypass did, in fact, rest on its Level of Service of designation. In May, he received the following reply:

“LOS is not determinative of the eligibility for projects for Federal-aid funding, given that local conditions may limit the ability of a particular project to achieve a given LOS.”

In other words, no.

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“For years, Caltrans has claimed the reason they have to have a four-lane [bypass] is because Federal Highways said so,” Estabrook says. “It was a powerful statement, and it was completely false. There was no merit to it, nothing to support it.

“This is an agency that does whatever it wants without any regulation,” he adds. “It’s completely out of control.”

Caltrans representative Phil Frisbie Jr. says it’s not that simple. While the FHWA doesn’t bind each project to a particular Level of Service, it does bind state and local agencies to figure out the most efficient throughway for a given area, and to work with that. And though that’s a bit less direct than the answer given to Evans, a trail of planning documents does back it up. Somewhat.

The original LOS concept can be traced back to a regional transportation plan, which states that traffic flow in Mendocino County should have a baseline of LOS D, not C. The man who wrote this local plan is Phil Dow, the head of the Mendocino Council of Governments.

“It means we don’t want traffic to get any worse than that,” Dow says, contesting opponents’ point that this further exemplifies mislabeling of facts.

Dow and Frisbie Jr. both call the project’s opponents a vocal minority. Both point to the fact that Caltrans has planned a bypass for Willits since the 1950s, and an EIR—with an extensive public process—was certified in 2006. And Frisbie Jr. paints a picture of near-unanimous support for the four-lane freeway before construction began. He recalls a Caltrans open house in 2007, where, he says 210 people showed up and only two voiced any opposition at all. But public comments in the EIR show a community that’s much more deeply divided, split nearly down the middle between desire for a freeway and desire for a throughway less expensive and ruinous than the one proposed.

More recently, a board of supervisors meeting on March 26 featured hours of public comment. Fifty-nine speakers voiced opposition to the bypass. Only one, Phil Dow, spoke up to defend it.

In the pages of the rabblerousing AVA, meanwhile, Parrish was connecting a constellation of dots.

A large portion of the project’s funding—$136 million—comes from California’s Proposition 1B, which was passed by voters in 2006 to relieve congested streets. But in 2007, the $177 million that had been favored for Willits by the California Transportation Commission was pulled to use for more urban areas across the state; the reason given was that Willits, with a population of roughly 5,000, was just too small to justify that much in funding. Planners scrambled for alternatives and came up with some less expensive options, including a two-lane bypass. A county supervisor, John Pinches, was quoted in the Ukiah Daily Journal at the time saying that although it wasn’t the “Cadillac” freeway everyone wanted, it would relieve congestion.

The difference between 2007 and 2013, Parrish reported, was Congressman Mike Thompson, who until redistricting took effect in January 2013 represented the region. Thompson, backed heavily by Building Trades Union campaign money, announced in a 2011 press release: “Bringing the Willits Bypass to completion is a top priority.”

To Parrish, the bypass exemplified a system bound to endless, senseless growth—motivated at its financial core to lay concrete, create jobs and pave the last green expanses of the American West. In the IWW-stamped pages of the AVA, his writing utilizes a sharp, macroscopic lens to show regional events in their global context. This was no different. “The Insanity of the Willits Bypass” winds a snaking narrative through history and philosophy, touching on the “freeway construction craze” of the Eisenhower administration, the mass suburbanization that ensued and its terrifying consequences.

“Caltrans is a powerful bureaucracy,” he tells me when we speak. “Its bias is toward building the biggest, most expensive project it can.”

Dow, mired in planning details for the freeway for decades, says accusations like this are downright conspiratorial.

“They come up with all these bits and pieces like ‘Level of Service’ that are technical and they don’t understand,” Dow says of the project’s vocal opponents. “They can think whatever they want. It was all done out in the open.”

But a look at the bypass’ core numbers does reveal a project bound to outdated figures—figures that rely on unsubstantiated growth. In the late ’90s, Caltrans projected steady upticks for traffic in California’s northern counties, and used them to plan for the bypass. And yet, Estabrook points out, there’s little to support this. The populations of Mendocino and Humboldt counties have grown very little since this data was gathered—0.3 percent and 0.5 percent per year, respectively—and Willits’ population has actually declined. Meanwhile, traffic counts from Caltrans show that interregional traffic passing through Willits has either stayed flat or declined in the last 10 years.

According to a study recorded in 2000, roughly 70 percent of the traffic clogging 101 at Willits’ entrance is locally bound. The bypass will funnel some traffic off the street at its entrance south of this existing bottleneck, but much of it will remain. ABC’s KGO-TV did an in-depth report on this in August, viewing Caltrans traffic cams north of Willits to assess the number of cars traveling through, up the coast. The news team watched the cams for two months. Consistently, they showed cars and trucks speeding by on an almost empty road.

In a farcical twist, Redwood Valley resident Julia Frech in July started searching for similar bypass propositions around the state. She found one four-lane diversion in the planning stages for Hinkley, the tiny town west of Barstow made famous by the movie Erin Brockovich. Caltrans projects a high growth rate for the region—which includes the surrounding county—and cites safety factors and delays associated with California State Route-58 passing through town.

But the groundwater in Hinkley is contaminated with chromium-6—a plume of toxic, cancerous waste dumped by PG&E spreading two and half miles wide. As part of a settlement, PG&E is buying the homes of residents who wish to leave. KQED’s California Report visited the two-street town earlier this year. Homes were boarded up, lawns were dead, and, due to the mass exodus, the local school was about to close.

And yet a $100 million bypass is planned. Soon cars will fly down a four-lane freeway through the flat yellow desert, and Hinkley will be gone.

Parrish has a long history of advocacy journalism, but his work with the bypass blends the two more directly than ever before—covering his wick drain sit in the paper and advocating for the facts he covered weekly. He’s aware that his actions may have harmed his credibility.

“For some people, I’ve crossed a line and they have less respect for my written word,” he says. “But when regulatory, electoral politics fail and special interests control politicians and you have all these alliances that have been dramatically at play with the bypass, then the system isn’t going to do the sane or reasonable thing. Then direct action is the only sane or reasonable thing to do. In this case, writing isn’t enough.”

So he did this instead: scaled a giant blue tower, hung a banner, drank some water, ate granola bars, retreated into a sleeping bag when it rained and fasted when his supplies ran low. All menial tasks, but as he would later write in the AVA, they were satisfying. Because of him, only one drill could be used. The valley was being stitched with half as many drains.

When he was finally brought down after 11 days, he was charged with 16 misdemeanors. He requested a juried trial, to start in November. His maximum sentence is eight years.

Still, he hasn’t given up. His strategy is bombastic and radical as his prose, putting himself at the center of conflict once again.

“I want to use the trial as a way to bring more scrutiny to the project,” he says of Caltrans. “I want to be allowed to present evidence against them in court.”

Lost in Space

It’s sometimes said of Steven Spielberg that he was the first director to compose without the thought of a proscenium arch. The exciting new film Gravity, by Alfonso Cuarón, seems like the first film composed without thought of the walls or ceiling. It’s clear that you’re watching a classic—lavish with effects, and yet brutally economical.

Gravity begins far above earth, with some studious blandness; George Clooney’s crumbly, comforting voice droning happily as two assistants repair the Hubble telescope. While he’s sweetening up the physician Dr. Ryan Stone (Sandra Bullock), a news flash: an unmanned Russian rocket has hit a satellite, knocking out communications. Like the first pieces of falling scree indicating the avalanche to come, a spray of debris comes toward them very fast. Very shortly—the film unfolds in real time, in 90 blessed minutes—the survivors are floating without a ride home and little oxygen.

It’s frightening, this gradual building of trouble: the scrabbling at tools that have a mind of their own, with the sausage-fingered gloves of a space suit; the problem of trying to do something gymnastic when pulled in the wrong direction and while wearing a slippery, too-fragile suit. And then there’s the minor problem of reading a control panel written in Mandarin. What we see is solidly, masterfully composed, not the aimless whirling of hyperfast cutting. There always seems to be an axle on Cuarón’s spinning wheel.

We see what infinity looks like—we see into it, straight through the skull of a martyred astronaut—so the mention of prayer to appease this horrible void seems particularly weak. Bullock—with her floating, beautifully made frame, graceful yet gawky—has a line about how “No one ever taught me to pray.” Her character is from a small Illinois town, too—where do you hide from people trying to teach you just that?

But all that second-guessing comes later. Most viewers will be too busy kissing the ground when it’s over.

‘Gravity’ opens in wide release on Friday, Oct. 4.

New Addition for Sonoma Mountain Ridge Trail

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Hikers rejoice—the addition of new open space and trails for 2013 isn’t over yet. The Sonoma County Agricultural Preservation and Open Space District announced today the addition of 1.3 miles of trail to the Sonoma Mountain Ridge Trail, making it accessible from Jack London State Park. The trail will likely be open by late spring or early summer, 2014, says Sheri Emerson of the Open Space District.

The new trail will be about seven miles northwest of Sonoma and features beautiful views of the valley. It will likely be maintained by the nonprofit Valley of the Moon Natural History Association, which also operates Jack London State Park.

Threads of Recovery

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Melissa walked along a dark stretch of Lake Merritt in Oakland, feeling a little woozy. She’d been drinking at an ’80s party hosted by a friend. She knew it was late. Normally she wouldn’t walk alone. But she was only a few blocks from home. It was just a short distance.

About a block from her apartment, a car pulled up and a man yanked her inside before speeding away. Melissa, who asked that her name be changed for this story, watched her apartment building whiz by out of the corner of her eye.

“I had a million things going through my head,” she says. “There was the fear I would never get back out of that car. And this is going to sound ridiculous, but to be honest, my number one prevailing thought—and I must have been a little bit crazy at the time—was that I had my dog at home, and there was no one who was going to come let him out.”

The man stopped the car and raped Melissa, beating her in the face as she tried to fight back. About a half hour later, she thinks, he shoved her out of the car and peeled away. Shocked and dazed, Melissa’s bloody fingers dialed a friend, who immediately picked her up and rushed her to the hospital.

The details of the hospital remain hazy, but she clearly remembers at least two things: they gave her two Power Bars during the more than three-hour exam, and they gave her new underwear, pants, socks, a long-sleeve pajama top and a hoodie sweatshirt.

When Melissa’s friend dropped her off at her apartment building, she pulled the hood up and over her face, shielding herself, and walked the rest of the way. Her dog anxiously greeted her.

“I can’t imagine leaving the hospital in any other state,” Melissa says. “It would have been horrifying and embarrassing, and I think that if I had been in a position where I had to walk home with my bits hanging out of a hospital gown, that’s the memory that would have stayed with me. And I didn’t have to do that. It’s because someone provided comfortable clothing for me.”

That “someone” is San Jose resident Lisa Blanchard, who just one year before Melissa’s attack founded the nonprofit Grateful Garment Project (GGP). In less than three years, the organization has grown from collecting clothes for the Sexual Assault Response Team (SART) facility at the Santa Clara Valley Medical Center to equipping 20 other California counties, including Sonoma County, where Christine Castillo, executive director of Verity—which provides rape-crisis counseling and support—has been integral in establishing the project.

The California Emergency Management Agency reported that in the 2010–2011 fiscal year—the most recent available data—nearly 30,000 people accessed rape crisis centers statewide. The survivors range in age from infants to senior citizens, and include both females and males.

Social workers say the numbers are probably much higher, since sexual assault remains widely underreported due to stigma, shame and victim-blaming. Unlike Melissa’s case, an estimated 75 to 80 percent of victims know their attackers, and there’s sometimes pressure from family and friends to keep quiet.

Sexual Assault Response Team centers often run on what Blanchard calls “duct tape and Band-Aid budgets.” Counties are mandated by the state to have a SART facility, and yet the state allots just $45,000 annually to pay for them, according to advocacy agency California Coalition Against Sexual Assault. That amounts to just $775 per county.

“It’s really kind of staggering to think that all these organizations had little or no resources to help survivors,” Blanchard says. “The nurses or advocates that support the survivors a lot of times bought stuff out of their own pockets.”

In addition to new clothing and prepackaged food, GGP provides books, toys and DVDs for children, privacy screens, and even pieces of exam equipment when older gear breaks down.

Sue Barnes, director of the YWCA’s rape crisis center, calls the GGP’s work “phenomenal.”

“The clothing is huge, because very often the police have had to take them from the survivor because it is evidence,” Barnes says.

Requests regularly come from out-of-state SART centers for information on how Blanchard started GGP and how it operates. She says the focus remains firmly on California for the moment, and she hopes to serve all 58 counties in the future.

“I hope she keeps growing and growing,” says Melissa, who has since moved to Michigan to be near family. “I will be forever grateful.”

For more information, go to gratefulgarment.org.

Banshee Wines

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To some, the surprising part of this story is that a few wine country newcomers can grow a 10,000-case brand out of a 500-case lot of wine in less than four years. Even more surprising, they’ve managed to snag a storefront on what surely must be the last remaining block face in Healdsburg that didn’t already have a winetasting room.

Now that the permit has been granted and the lights are on, let’s see what all the wailing’s about.

Cofounder Noah Dorrance’s part of the story begins with arriving in San Francisco for a new job at a startup in 2006, but it doesn’t end with a Google buyout and a vineyard mansion (not yet, says the Missouri native, who admits to having the conventional dreams of a starstruck wine country newbie). Two months later, the startup folded. So Dorrance got a production job at Crushpad, later joining up with Baron Ziegler and Steve Graf, whose taste for wine had drafted them into sales and distribution careers. Now, they’ve got a red-hot, fast-growing new brand and a second label, Rickshaw, to boot.

The three wanted to create a setting similar to those in which people normally drink wine, so there’s no elbow fest at the wine bar here. Instead, a rough-hewn communal table, corner sofas and modish leather chairs provide a range of approaches to lounging around. Wines are poured by the flight or glass; small bites like lentil hummus and house-baked crackers from SHED will be available as soon as the kitchen gets the all-clear.

The interior is a successful look, albeit in flux, because everything’s for sale. A pyramid of wooden crates displays antique odds and ends, while LP records spin on the turntable. There’s something about sitting around and sipping wine, Dorrance says, that puts people in the mood to buy. Including, it is hoped, the wine.

The flagship 2011 Sonoma County Pinot Noir ($25) represents half of Banshee’s production. Here comes artisanal plum licorice, dried orange peel and cherry fruit leather—like the rest of the Pinot lineup, it’s a whiff of raspberry and red cherry perfume, largely absent in overt oak, with a not-too-dry, not-too-sweet finish. Trade up to the 2011 “Marine Layer” ($45) for more complexity and cranberries, or the 2011 Sullivan Vineyard ($50) for wild raspberries, brown spice and general plush fruit. On the crisp and cool slate, there’s 2012 Rosé of Pinot Noir ($20), 2012 Sonoma County Sauvignon Blanc ($18) and 2012 Anderson Valley Chardonnay ($40). They’re doing a nice job here.

Banshee Wines, 325 Center St., Healdsburg. Daily, 11am–7pm. Tasting fee, $10–$20. 707.395.0915.

Full ‘Spectrum’

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Jazz fusion is experienced on many levels. There’s the Van Halen level (it just plain rocks, and is met with a scrunched “Oh yeah” face), the Rush level (technical ability drops jaws and bulges eyes) and the John Coltrane level (arrangements and chord progressions so out-of-this-world they warrant an aural double take).

Billy Cobham’s 1973 fusion masterpiece, Spectrum, hits on all of these, and adds a groove. The result is an album full of odd time signatures, ripping guitar solos and impressionistic synthesizer sounds with some of the most powerful, technical and musically grounded drumming ever heard. The album’s best song, “Stratus,” features a solid drum groove until the end, when Cobham cuts loose with insane fills in perfect time for what seems like an eternity—and, since the song fades out, it might have been quite longer.

The funny thing is that Cobham, who comes to Napa’s Uptown Theatre on Sept. 27, didn’t set out to make a record like that in the slightest. “I made that record so that I could hand it out to suitors close to New York City, where I was living at the time, to try to get a gig on the weekends, like a wedding or whatever,” says the celebrated drummer via phone from Florida, the night before kicking off Spectrum‘s 40th anniversary tour.

When people told him it had made the Billboard charts, he didn’t believe them. After all, when Spectrum was released (recorded on a $30,000 budget, start to finish) the No. 1 song in the country belonged to Cher—and, not long after, the Carpenters.

So how did an album that was so far out there become one of the most celebrated and critically acclaimed fusion releases of all time? “People saw there was a possibility to combine the complex with the banal, to some degree, and come up with something very positive,” says Cobham. It was, perhaps, the shock of simplicity in a genre known for complexity that took hold of listeners.

Cobham, whose intricate, powerhouse drumming propelled the chaotic world of the Mahavishnu Orchestra, lays down tight grooves on Spectrum, but the album also shows off his fierce chops with numerous drum solos. It displays, as Cobham puts it, “two separate personalities in one project.”

Cobham has taught music in Napa through an online music school, and has visited several times, but this week’s show marks his first performance in the North Bay. “I’m looking forward to this,” he says.

Cobham adds that his feat isn’t otherworldly. “What I’ve done can easily be done by anyone else,” he says. “People are people, and I’m just a person. We all have it in us.”

First-Class Investigation

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Considering that U.S. Postal Service revenue has been on a steady decline for several years, you’d think one of America’s largest federal agencies would try to recoup as much as possible when entering into real estate transactions. Not so, argues award-winning investigative journalist (and Bohemian contributor) Peter Byrne. In his new e-book, Going Postal: U.S. Senator Dianne Feinstein’s husband sells post offices to his friends, cheap, the Petaluma-based reporter uncovers the sordid results of the USPS’s 2011 decision to award an exclusive contract to CBRE, a commercial real estate firm headed by Richard Blum, husband of
Sen. Dianne Feinstein.

Motivated in part by the U.S. government’s astounding demand that the Postal Service pre-pay $55 billion in employee benefits over the next 10 years to cover the next 75 years of benefits, the agency has resorted to selling off offices, warehouses, parking lots and vacant land worth millions of dollars. But CBRE is selling some of these properties at “bargain basement” prices, writes Byrne, and sometimes to its own clients and business partners, including Goldman Sachs. (The 52 properties sold have a collective assessed value of $232 million, asserts Byrne, and yet CBRE sold them for $79 million less than what they were worth.)

With information backed by expense reports obtained under the Freedom of Information Act, county records, deeds of sale, property tax databases and assessment data, Byrne has constructed a comprehensive look at the financial shenanigans going on behind the mail curtain. Byrne has gone after Dianne Feinstein and Richard Blum for conflicts of interest in the past, but this is the first time he’s thrown the (e)book at them. Going Postal is available for $2.99 exclusively at Amazon.com.
—Leilani Clark

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