CLEVELAND — Roldo Bartimole, who even in his senior senior status remains by
virtue of his long institutional memory and his ability to follow the money the
scrivener scourge of the local ruling class, recently revisited some of Cleveland's sordid political history. It was an effort to provide context to Brent
Larkin's weird column last week. Larkin expressed a false empathy for the
struggles of Councilman Jeff Johnson to distance himself from his extortion
conviction nearly 20 years ago. But halfway through the piece he abruptly
switched to his true topic, a direct assault upon the SEIU and the Greater
Cleveland Congregations.
SEIU and GCC just happen to be the leading
voices in the ongoing struggle to achieve justice and equity for this city's
poor and largely minority residents.
Nobody stands in opposition to the
desires of our local oligarchy to recreate our shrunken city into a hip burg
with cool eateries, a bustling downtown, a high tech vibe, an immigrant magnet,
and world-class entertainment venues.
But some of us do look around and see people
working two and three jobs trying to make ends meet, amidst Third World infant
mortality, thousands of vacant and abandoned structures, a malnourished public
transportation system, public schools under relentless attack from private
profiteers, real job opportunities separated by insurmountable barriers to
entry, and a police force infected with a rogue and reckless deadly virus that
has been out of control for generations.
All that makes some of us wonder whether Clevelanders should pay to transform an arena far newer than just about all of
our shelters.
We need to have real change in our community,
not just the ‘transformation’ of a serviceable public building. When will we
stop rearranging and painting the deck chairs and have a real conversation?
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A sit-down I had yesterday with an aspiring
young office seeker has surprisingly led me to have some sympathy for Cavs' owner Dan Gilbert. With the light afforded by Roldo's column, I can now appreciate how Mr. Gilbert could have come to town and, after observing how the elites here operate, said to himself,
“I can excel at this game.”
He was right! We soon gave him two casinos for
life, in our hunger and low self-esteem excusing his promise to build a fabulous new casino on our crooked river. We bestowed adulation upon him when he first dissed our home boy LeBron for taking his
talents elsewhere and then later embraced the return of that enhanced talent in a way that
further filled the Quicken coffers.
Given that sort of uncritical and generous treatment, along with the renewal of our regressive sin tax for his sports fraternity, why wouldn't he think that we would happily fork
over another $282 million or so just to keep him around another seven years?
GCC and its burgeoning alliance are saying "Let's slow
down. Let's be equitable. Let's talk about this."
Whoever advised Gilbert not to have that
conversation should be put on irrevocable waivers.
Dan Gilbert has the clout to convene, directly
or otherwise, the dialogue of community powers responsible for creating the ecology
he so comfortably slid into. He cannot be pleased that GCC and others are
raising a ruckus, but he would be wrong to blame them for giving voice to the
voiceless. His upset should be directed to his peer group and their political
intermediaries, who clearly were caught unawares that even gravy trains have
cabooses.
Unless there is a community dialogue that can
forge a new and true community partnership, proponents of the ‘Q
Transformation’ will likely hear their plan end with a Referendum Serenade that
is familiar to basketball fans everywhere: "Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na, Hey,
Hey, Hey! Goo-ood Bye!”
Not the best theme song for the Rock and Roll Capital of the World!
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P. S. Tonight in Boston, game 1 of the Eastern Conference Finals! GO CAVS!!!