Wading That River

Published Mar. 28, 2018 in Tulare County's Foothills Sun-Gazette


“My father’s own father, he waded that river...”  from Woody Guthrie’s song “Deportee”

           

     In last week’s column I mentioned discovering Tim Z. Hernandez’s book All They Will Call You at the Lindsay Public Library.  It was being given away as part of this year’s Book to Action project of the Tulare County Library.  Wednesday Mar. 28^th, the day this paper will hit the newsstands, the Exeter Public Library will hold a book club meeting on it at 7 p.m.

           

     The book’s title comes from the Woody Guthrie song “Plane Wreck Over Los Gatos,” commonly known as “Deportee.”  The song is about that 1948 plane wreck carrying 28 Mexican nationals being deported from California at the end of their official stays courtesy of the Bracero Program.  Everyone died in the wreck, including the three crew members.  The last lines of the chorus came from the newspaper reports of the accident, and the truth of our tendency to keep farm laborers nameless, identity-less:  “You won’t have your names when you ride the big airplane; all they will call you will be deportee.”

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     I have loved this song since I first heard Joan Baez’s recording of it, probably in Berkeley, probably sometime in the 1970’s.  When I met Tim Hernandez as part of the planning group for the Kaweah Land and Arts Festival in 2009 and later learned of his project to restore the names to those dead deportees buried in a mass grave in Fresno, I was in awe.  Tim’s project seemed so huge on one hand, and yet so perfectly focused, a laser beam that, in healing this one wound, could start the healing process for a problem so massive it blinds us.

           

     The book is fantastic. It starts with stories of people who witnessed the crash: the landowners, the first responders, the photographer and editor of the Coalinga newspaper, whose report hit the AP wires that night.  Then it moves to stories from the lives of a few of the men who were being deported:  their girlfriends and wives, their dogs and horses and grandparents left behind, their little farms whose lack of water and the need to drill wells drove these farmers from their land to do farm work up North.  Their villages and families become real; the treks become real; the distances become real.  Most of all, they leave the nameless stranger category and become neighbors.

           

     And on some very important level, we can begin to wade that river with them, back and forth, ride boxcars and buses, dodge la migra, stand in line waiting for jobs we hope will provide enough money to send home.  I can’t think of anything more important for us to do at this moment in time than learn what it means to be on the receiving end of that terrible vulnerability.  Roll up your pant legs, friends: we’ve got work to do.

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Trudy Wischemann is a writer with a mean poetic streak who sings, mostly in the shower.  You can send her your wading stories c/o P.O. Box 1374, Lindsay CA 93247 or leave a comment below.

 

 

 

Unhidden Figures

Published Mar. 21, 2018 in Tulare County's Foothills Sun-Gazette


     A miracle occurred at last Tuesday’s Lindsay City Council meeting:  people came.   The largest percentage of them came because there were issues on the agenda which they wanted to address:  two resolutions asking for official support from our town, one on DACA, the other on moving Eagle Mountain Casino from the Tule River Reservation to some land the tribe owns near the Porterville airport.

           

     A third group, however, came to address an issue from the Council’s previous agenda Feb. 27^th:  the transfer of grant monies from the project of upgrading the town’s baseball facility, the Olive Bowl, to the new project of demolishing the city’s public golf course and building new soccer fields there.  Eight teenaged girls stood behind their little league coach as he demonstrated their need for community support.

           

     The overall effect, in my mind, was to disprove a theory long held by many in this town:  that no one cares.  Often here in Lindsay, as in small towns everywhere, people are reluctant to express their opinions, especially if their opinions appear to be at odds with the powers that be.  They can be reluctant to seem different, which is more difficult in small towns than in urban centers.  But when things matter, when things really matter, people will – and do – step up to the plate.

           

     Councilwoman Laura Cortes brought the DACA resolution to the Council’s agenda.  It says, in part, that “the City Council of the City of Lindsay stands in strong support” of the thousands of people affected by the pending loss of the DACA program.  It also urges “the swift passage of (S. 1615) and (H.R. 3440) Development, Relief, and Education for Alien Minors (DREAM) Act - of 2017. . .a bill that will allow thousands of young students that have lived in the United States for years, and call it home, to realize their education dream and give them a path to legalizing their immigration status.”

           

     As our newest council member, Cortes’ action was bold.  It was rewarded by passage 4:0, with Councilman Watson abstaining.  But the real value was seeing the youth of this town step forward to the microphone and tell the Council what it wanted:  relief for themselves and their neighbors from the terrible prospects imposed by the current U.S. ICE deportation efforts.  I was in awe of them and their leaders.  Our teenagers were every bit as eloquent in speaking up for the realities of their lives as those students from Parkland have been about theirs.  Their issue is no less threatening.

           

     Friday I stopped by the library and found a book at the front desk that was offered to me for free, part of a program to generate interest in reading.  It was Tim Z. Hernandez’ book All They Will Call You, published last year, about his project getting names on the graves of the unnamed deportees killed in a plane crash in 1948.  The crash – and the namelessness of the deportees – was memorialized in a song by Woody Guthrie titled “Plane Wreck Over Los Gatos Canyon” but known by many simply as “Deportee.”  The last two lines of the chorus say “You won’t have your names when you ride the big airplane.  All they will call you will be Deportee.”

           

     As I took the book home, I realized that one of the beauties of this current movement to staunch deportations is that we are working, as a people, to protect against this namelessness, this loss of identity.  With students like ours, we are likely to succeed at least at that.

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Trudy Wischemann is a writer who always has a song in her head.  You can send her your concerns about Lindsay or other small towns c/o P.O. Box 1374, Lindsay CA 93247 or leave a comment below.

Unite & Conquer

Published March 7, 2018 in Tulare County's Foothills Sun-Gazette
 
     It’s been a sad week in Lake Woebehere, my adopted home town.  Last Tuesday, Feb. 27^th, the City Council voted 3:2 to demolish the historic public resource known as the Lindsay City Golf Course and build 5 soccer fields on the property instead.  We’ll be seeing bulldozers there very shortly.

           

     At the Council meeting there were 20 or 30-some little soccer players shepherded there by a few mothers and their coach, Mr. Faustino Perez.  The three women who spoke on behalf of the soccer players are employees of the City, and they spoke confidently of the need for greater access to playing fields for this burgeoning youth activity.  Mr. Perez followed their comments with a description of the hardships these youth were experiencing for lack of places to play.

           

     Four adults representing Lindsay’s youth baseball teams were also there, because the money for “repurposing” of the golf course is coming from a grant recently acquired to upgrade the Olive Bowl (our historic baseball facility) and Kaku Park, an adjoining triangle of ground with facilities for children in an area where there is very little for children to do.  These coaches were not as prepared to defend against the “repurposing” of the money granted to support their efforts; their day jobs don’t give them direct access to the powers that be.

           

     There were some silent majority types sitting in the audience, too, adults from the boomer generation for whom the destruction of the golf course feels like destruction of their personal history, not to mention golfing future.  “I feel like crying,” one woman said to me after the meeting, though she did not address the council when it came time to speak.  When the bulldozers arrive, I imagine a lot of us will feel like crying.

           

     With the little soccer players standing there behind the podium, it was hard to question the rightness of Bill Zigler’s decision to propose this change, promoting one sport (soccer) to the detriment of two (baseball and golf.)  Councilman Velasquez did, however, providing multiple reasons why destruction of the golf course should be reconsidered, and lodged one of the two No votes.  Mayor Kimball also expressed regret about the loss of this public resource and concern about the hastiness of the decision, casting the second No.  Councilman Salinas argued that at least it will remain open space rather than being developed with housing, while Councilman Watkins expressed hope for the resurrection of active use of this public land (he golfs in Exeter.)  Councilwoman Cortes was adamant about the importance of supporting soccer in this community.

           

     I agree with all of them, but I question whether this decision is fiscally responsible.  The City owns a facility with two indoor soccer fields, which were built entirely with public funds that were garnered on behalf of serving the underserved.  Building new soccer fields which will compete with our indoor facility, while continuing to neglect the baseball park (long overdue for maintenance) and demolishing one of the last remaining public golf courses in Tulare County, seems like just another bad decision in a long stream of bad planning.

           

     But to challenge this decision, it will take the residents coming together to support all the recreational needs of the community.  It will require us to take back our voice as the represented public, and tell them what we really need:  a city government responsive to its citizens, not the bulldozers.

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Trudy Wischemann is a bulldozer-averse rural advocate who writes.  You can send her your uniting thoughts c/o P. O. Box 1374, Lindsay CA 93247 or leave a comment below.

Senseless Violence

Published Feb. 28, 2018 in Tulare County's Foothills Sun-Gazette


     For two weeks now, if we watch the news, our eyes and ears have been riveted to the multiple outcomes of the latest school shooting in Parkland, Florida.  As before, we review the mass shootings that preceded this one, looking for clues about why this keeps happening and what we might do to prevent another.

           

     One TV program about church shootings put this effort under the title “what we can do about senseless violence.” Hearing it advertised repeatedly broke my mind open to the definition of that term, wondering if there’s such a thing as violence that isn’t senseless, and where to draw the line between violence and something lesser, like petty theft.

           

     Surely the violence in Syria right now is as senseless as it gets, as was the violence in Viet Nam or any of the other countries we’ve sent troops.  I have a little less trouble seeing the violence of WWII as necessary, if also senseless on a spiritual level.  Did the world really need an Adolph Hitler or Joseph Stalin?  Did it need Pol Pot?  Did it need George Custer?

           

     See what happens when you start asking questions?  I’m sure I’ve already stepped on a few toes with that last name.  But I learned an interesting definition of violence from a book by Fr. John Dear:  violence is anything that divests a person of his or her true identity as a child of God.  The whole effort to eliminate the red skin threat to white settlement as Americans (many of them recent immigrants) pushed westward in search of free land, a place to live, certainly falls into the category of violence.  Was it senseless?  If not, was it any less violent?

           

     I won’t touch the rhetoric of our current commander-in-chief.  Someone might decide to divest me of my true identity.

           

     On a more human level, I’m wondering about the technological advances currently ongoing in our region, everywhere from the groves and fields to brick-and-mortar work environments where jobs are being eliminated faster than we can count.  One particularly attractive “advancement” displayed at the farm show two weeks ago was GUSS, “the world’s first unmanned orchard sprayer.”  GUSS “removes the operator from the tractor, thus eliminating the chance of driver exposure to the products being applied.”  It also, by the way, “eliminates” operator error and 10 minute breaks, lunchtimes, Sundays, and quite frankly, jobs.  When faced with the choice of being exposed to pesticides or not working at all, people have for years chosen exposure over unemployment.  But now they will not have to choose.

           

     We are a violent people.  If we’re going to find ways to stop senseless violence, we’re going to have to look at all the ways we accept violence as necessary, even when there’s a better way.  May someone brave lead us in that direction.

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Trudy Wischemann is a neophyte Quaker who writes.  Send her your suggestions for becoming a non-violent culture c/o P.O. Box 1374, Lindsay CA 93247 or leave a comment below.

Beyond Boswell

Published Feb. 21, 2018 in Tulare County's Foothills Sun-Gazette


     I was just catching my breath last week from the news that Boswell had withdrawn their proposal for Yokohl Ranch when I heard that Mark Arax would be interviewed on KVPR.  The subject was his article “A Kingdom from Dust” on Stewart and Lynda Resnick’s operations just published Jan. 31^st in the California Sunday Magazine (https://story.californiasunday.com/resnick-a-kingdom-from-dust).

           

     Once known as Paramount Farms, renamed to Wonderful, Inc., these operations now exceed those once farmed by Boswell.  Although there’s a difference in levels and kinds of philanthropy, like the clinics and schools being built in Lost Hills and Delano, there’s great similarity to the Boswell empire in control over water and land, which we learned in Arax and Wartzman’s  The King of California:   J.G. Boswell and the Making of a Secret American Empire (2003.)  The Resnick article just published is also part of a forthcoming book by Arax, hopefully to be released next year.

           

     Getting this Resnick story now rather than later, however, may help us face the need to take back the decisions over land and water that belong in the public’s sphere.  “Stewart Resnick is the biggest farmer in the United States,” Arax wrote early in the piece, “a fact he has tried to keep hidden while he has shaped what we eat, transformed California’s landscape, and ruled entire towns.”  Arax also writes of Stewart’s partnership with his wife, Lynda, as unique and portentious.  With their influence over the entire citrus industry, we who live in the Sun-Gazette’s readership sphere are already feeling the effects in lost navel markets and acres of replants to mandarins no longer packed in our towns.

           

     Wonderful’s crop production through the drought was remarkably high, a fact that led Arax to track down their water supply.  One thing he discovered was a “private, off-the-books pipeline” that was taking water “from unsuspecting farmers in an irrigation district in Tulare County 40 miles away.”  Learning that a land developer from Santa Clara Valley named John Vidovich was the wheeler for that water provides clues about what we’ll need to prevent in the future.

           

     Writing about the Wonderful Citrus complex sited along Hwy 99 just south of the Tulare/Kern county line, “with its four-story storage building designed in the shape of an almighty box of Halo mandarins, (the complex was) conceived by Lynda, cost one fortune to build and a second fortune to light up.  I doubt the Resnicks have any idea,” Arax continued, “of the fester that eats at this place, the shame piled on shame.”  I think one layer of that shame is that we seem unable to bootstrap our public power high enough to make these guys realize who they’re taking from and how they’re damaging the future they’re trying to make with their charitable contributions in the communities of Lost Hills and Delano.

           

     This is just a taste of what’s available in Mark’s article.  If you’re interested in the future of this part of the Valley, it’s worth starting here – and now.

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Trudy Wischemann is a rural community researcher who writes.  You can send her your thoughts on the Big Boys c/o P.O. Box 1374, Lindsay CA 93247 or leave a comment below.

 

 

Real Progress

Published in edited form January 31, 2018 in Tulare County's Foothills Sun-Gazette


     “You can’t stop progress,” I’ve been warned my whole life as I worked against the predictable devastation I saw coming in progress’s wake.  Maybe that’s true, but the news this past week suggests that progress can be re-directed.

           

     Saturday’s front page article in the Fresno Bee showed fingerling Chinook salmon from the San Joaquin River.  Last fall, spring-run salmon made it to the foot of Friant Dam and reproduced for the first time in 60 years, re-starting the cycle many thought was lost forever.  Like the migrating birds returning to Tulare Lake’s man-made wetlands, the salmon run appears to be more resilient than most of our imaginations.  What we thought was lost to “progress,” Mother Nature resupplied once we committed ourselves to restoring the conditions we’d stripped from her plan.

           

     Even more pertinent for those of us in Tulare County who dream of a more sustainable future was the news that the Boswell Corp. withdrew its plan to build Yokohl Ranch.  “You’re kidding,” said one friend I called; “No way,” said another.  Ten years ago the dream of saving Yokohl Valley from this plan was ridiculed by many, made cynical by the King of California’s power - even those of us who were infected by the dream of preserving it.  One of my Tulare County heroes whose cinch straps had worn thin fighting for another, much smaller valley, said it wasn’t worth trying to fight it.  Whatever Boswell wants is inevitable.

           

     And I don’t kid myself about that power dynamic.  That company has decided that it doesn’t want to spend its resources this way, that’s all.  Whether that decision was affected (at least in part) by the costs of deflating opposition to their project, we may never know.  But there are some positive lessons I get from this news.

           

     The most important one is that sacrifices count.  Mine were small:  time spent writing, worrying, talking, more writing.  Others’ were larger: members of the Tulare County Citizens for Responsible Growth worked for years to document facts, then use them to lobby for and enlighten the general public and its governmental officials.   Some of the individuals involved in the group realized another component was missing, that there was a void in our public awareness of the true value of our beloved, human environment here.  One answer was the development of the group sponsoring the website www.tularecountytreasures.org (check it out!) which tells stories of the individuals who  have shaped our relationships to this place, sometimes sacrificing themselves for the greater good.

           

     There were larger sacrifices, too.  One long-time Yokohl family rancher, Tom Daly, who died in 2014 while working calves for a friend, refused to sell his land to Boswell although the offered price was 5 to 10 times higher than the going rate.  And all of these people made their sacrifices according to deep beliefs, which they held and acted upon despite the widely-held notion that Boswell’s proposed 10,000 unit development, described as self-contained, self-sufficient (i.e., “sustainable,”) would be good for this county.  Those sacrifices, large and small, were made because we believe Yokohl Ranch would be bad for this county, not just bad for Yokohl Valley.

           

     The real progress I see is that we appear to have an opening to have that discussion.  How should the water resources of this county be used?  What kind of development would be good for those of us who actually live here in the center of a small, fertile universe?  Let’s get talking.

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Trudy Wischemann is a land reformer who writes.  You can send her your ideas of progress c/o P.O. Box 1374, Lindsay CA 93247 or leave a comment below.

 

 

The Hope of Action

Published  in edited form Jan. 30, 2018 in Tulare County's Foothills Sun-Gazette
 
     “How many names will it take to stop this thing?” a woman asked me after last week’s Lindsay City Council meeting.

           

     She was referring to the proposed roundabout at Hermosa and Westwood and the signature-gathering effort she’d participated in a few weeks before, heroic by this (or any other) community’s standards.  I don’t remember my answer, although I’m sure it wasn’t encouraging, clouded by my experiences here over the last 7+ years.

           

     Yet, before they’d gathered those 800+ names, there was no hope of stopping this thing.  Before individuals started asking questions about the safety of school children crossing there, the potential increase in traffic congestion, the high cost and possibly better (and cheaper) solutions, there was no hope.  Not one drop.

           

     When she asked that important question, we were standing in the dark in front of city hall, the meeting still going on.  The agenda item to approve the roundabout’s environmental document (called “Initial Study/ Mitigated Negative Declaration,”) had been put off for the second time, this time without explanation.  Perhaps it was because two of the five council members, including Mayor Kimball, were absent.  Perhaps they expected challenges from outside experts called to testify by the San Joaquin Valley Environmental Defense Center, a non-profit in which I participate.  Perhaps they expected a large turnout of community people and wanted to discourage the effort.  Or perhaps they actually knew the document wasn’t ready and wanted to give staff more time to improve it.  Who knows?

           

     What I know is that those 800+ names gathered in the first four days of 2018, when most people were just recovering from the holidays, are what kept the Council from approving the roundabout on Jan. 9^th, and again on Jan. 23^rd.  Those community members’ questions, requiring answers in the document, have delayed the normal rubber stamp approval of yet another one of Lindsay’s Follies. And the persistence of community voices wanting to be part of the solution is the only thing that’s going keep yet another community design disaster from happening.

           

     Last week’s Sun-Gazette carried a fiery editorial about Lindsay’s bad attitude toward repaying TCAG for misused Measure R funds.  It made a very important point that should be remembered now, as the City once again contemplates spending public funds they consider “free” (meaning they come from some coffers other than the city’s tax base.)  That point is that these “free” funds are still taxpayer dollars.  We all have contributed, one way or another.  They’re our monies, and in our behalf, conditions have been placed on their use to ensure they go toward real public improvements, not boondoggles.

           

     The City of Lindsay has not demonstrated an awareness of that fact, much less respect for it.  When one resident questioned the high price tag of this roundabout, the city’s response was, essentially, “it’s not our money, don’t worry about that.”  We do worry.  We’re offended by extravagant, wasteful projects in our town (which unfortunately we have in abundance) while we jounce uncomfortably down our un-mended streets.  And it is our money.

           

     So, friends, look at what we’ve done so far with our actions, large and small.  There is hope of solving some of the traffic issues at that intersection if we don’t let up.  We must require the City of Lindsay to respond to the concerns and voices of its residents, now and in the future.  That’s where Hope lives.

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Trudy Wischemann is a community researcher who writes.  You can send her your active hopes c/o P.O. Box 1374, Lindsay CA 93247 or leave a comment below.