Evidence that I believe in the
sincerity and helpfulness of the office of Los Angeles County Supervisor
Michael D. Antonovich is that I publish this blog under my own true name. My conviction
is that if I cannot be above-board, it is not reasonable to expect Mr.
Antonovich and his deputies to be open and transparent with us. And maybe they
will see my fool’s courage as a challenge, and resolve to be equally daring.
Also, finally, if we are honest and they turn out not to be, what a public
relations coup for our side!
Me. Just kidding around! Not really grumpy. |
Sometimes I remind myself of the
grandmother who refuses to move out of a drug-infested neighborhood, and who faces
the personal danger posed by the dealers who want nothing more than to shut her
up. When I see that I am the only one using my own truthful name, it makes me a
little nervous. Am I a fool? But
then, Norm Hickling and Los Angeles County Supervisor Michael D. Antonovich are
using their own truthful names on this blog, too, whether they want to or not.
I got these from the internet:
County of Los Angeles Supervisor Michael Dennis Antonovich |
It’s not as if my neighbors are
unknown to the powers that are besieging us; of course those authorities know
plenty about every one of us. But apparently many members of the Briggs Road
Community fear that being landlocked for a decade is not the worst that can be
done to them. I have no idea what worse offense Los Angeles County or other agencies
may be contemplating against these good people, but I do have great respect for
the creativity of the designers of this landlocking plan, whoever they may be.
You hear weird rumors about “other”
depredations allegedly committed by our own supervisor. And when a member of
the media chooses not to run our story, some folks explain that choice by
suggesting that the newscasters and commentators are afraid that our own county
officials would shut them down or even get them fired.
Miraculously, we are at a point now
where officials on the staff of County of Los Angeles Supervisor Michael
Antonovich appear to be working toward freeing our community. In a blogpost to
follow I will list the actions we find so encouraging. Right now, my focus is
on our community and its state of mind.
Our next task is to shift gears a
bit and prepare to take on a share of the financial responsibility for the
roads and river crossings for which we have been pleading. We never dreamed
these would be free of charge. They never have been in the past but we will now
be required to construct a better road and a better river crossing. Gone are
the days when a bunch of guys could reassemble the culverts after a
gully-washer with a tractor and a case of beer.
Formerly not such a big deal |
One tiny step for a man; one giant step for Briggs Road |
Some of our neighbors may be a little
hesitant to join the effort. Post-traumatic stress disorder is working on all
of us, and we don’t know what or whom to trust.
You can’t beat someone nearly
senseless for ten long years and then expect him or her to jump bravely to her
feet, fully functional. Given all that has happened, and how long it has been happening,
it may take a moment for all of us to shake it off and adjust to a new reality—if
in fact the new reality is really real, which is our constant concern these
days.
But “they” are not really out to
get us, are they? The trouble is that when there is as little explanation as
there has been—as little believable
explanation—people naturally assume the worst. That is a very typical response,
and often a good survival tactic. I can’t imagine why Los Angeles County
officials and State of California officials would not enthusiastically proffer
reasonable explanations for whatever was their role in the landlocking of a
neighborhood. We are hoping that as they think about it, they have realized
that whatever reasons they once had, those reasons are no longer feasible.
Maybe they will divulge old motives, or maybe we will never know what was behind ten long years of
an excruciating commute—four or five miles of the worst dirt road anywhere,
according to UPS and propane delivery drivers. I’ve driven many dirt roads
shuttling my canoes all over the United States, and I have to agree.
It behooves county officials to
lend extra compassionate support to this community, in the aftermath of Goliath
pounding David into the ground mercilessly for ten long years. I would like to
refrain from accusations, but we all know that urging Los Angeles County’s
support, even advocacy, for this community is fully appropriate.
Norm Hickling has been delivering
the good news that he and the rest of the staff of Los Angeles County
Supervisor Michael D. Antonovich have been hard at work and reports a fair
amount of progress. But we can’t quell this niggling fear that he will also say
that we have just one more little obstacle to overcome. Then I will have to
hear my conspiracy-theory-prone neighbors say, “See! I told you so!” to me, and I have no good comeback for
that.
I just hope, please dear God and Los
Angeles County Supervisor Michael D. Antonovich, that the last little obstacles
are things that can, and really really
will fall away. And that they really
do! And then we all drive out to Soledad Canyon Road blowing kisses! Scattering
roses! Calling out, “We love you Norm!”
We love you Norm! Do yourself
proud. Do us right!
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