Well Done, Jennifer

July 18, 2013

The Georgetown-Burleith Advisory Neighborhood Commission commended the past president of the Citizens Association of Georgetown earlier this month. The group recognized Altemus for “sustained contributions to the community,” not the least of which was the agreement between the neighborhood and Georgetown University on its 10-year campus plan. Meanwhile, the student newspaper, the Hoya, disapproved of the gesture. “GU Antagonist Unworthy of ANC Award,” its editorial headline read. All right, then. Regardless, Altemus — CAG president for four years — was also honored by the citizens group she led at its annual election meeting, where Ward 2 councilmember Jack Evans, presented Altemus with a proclamation from Mayor Vincent Gray, designating “May 29, 2013, as Jennifer Altemus Day.” Not bad. We know there are other projects to thank her for her, including jazzing up the Georgetown Gala, one of CAG’s big fundraisers.

Enjoy your status as president emerita, Jennifer, for a job very well done.

The Talk of ‘This Town’

July 17, 2013

“This Town” by Mark Leibovich, chief national correspondent for the New York Times Magazine, has finally arrived, preceded by the kind of buzz the author would appreciate, since buzz, D.C. style, is one of the big subjects of this book, a florid, razzy, snarky, funny, book which is, and we’re guessing, probably sharply accurate like a poke in the eye, followed by a stinger (the drink).

We haven’t finished our copy, which arrived in the mail from the publisher so fast, we thought we heard the skid marks being made. There’s been quite a bit of hype and glory attached to this work already — so much so you feel as if you’ve already read it before opening the book.

But by God, give the guy credit — it’s a cannot-put downer full of attitude, big and little names and the confusion between them in this town, where the gap between politics, lobbying, celebrity and deity, real power and pretend power is practically non existent. The subtitle tells it all: “Two parties, a funeral — plus plenty of valet parking — in America’s gilded capital.” The funerals (Tim Russert’s and Ted Kennedy’s among them) and the parties (those thrown by the redoubtable Tammy Haddad ) frame a portrait of a kind of Washington merry-go-round post Drew Pearson, where riders hug the horses and each other closely, some of them falling off, others jumping on.

Most refreshing of all in this account of insiders is that Leibovitch is himself part of that round-and-round ride which only adds flavor to the book.

Veto This Bill, Mr. Mayor


The District Council has passed the so-called “Living Wage” legislation. Like so many issues we talk about today, it is, of course, not over.

Now, it’s Mayor Vincent Gray’s turn to have the final say–or not.

The council–by the exact same vote (8-5) of the first reading of the legislation–voted for the bill–aka the Large Retailer Accountability Act–which forces large retailers like Walmart with more than a billion in annual sales and stores larger than 74,000 square feet pay a minimum (or liveable) wage of $12.50 an hour, which is over four bucks higher than the District’s minimum wage of $8.25 an hour and five bucks higher than the federal minimum wage of $7.25.
The mayor has 10 days from the time he gets the legislation to approve or veto it. So far, he has said neither yea nor nay. All indications are he might veto it, perhaps, as he’s said to the media, also tweeting the wage rate up by fifty cents or a dollar.
District Council Chairman Phil Mendelson pushed this particular bill, which comes with Walmart after years of avoiding the District for store sites, starting three projects and is planning three more. This comes with the traditional hallmark of Walmart — low wages but lots of jobs, and more important perhaps to shoppers, low prices. Prospects of the approval of the bill caused Walmart to threaten to shelve, in the very least, plans for three stores and perhaps stop construction on the other three.
Mayor Gray — who’s always been a hard-working supporter for bringing in new and major retail projects into the poorer wards of the District, including Ward 7, where he lives, as well as Wards 5, 4, 6 and 8 — faces a dilemma. Passage of the legislation could threaten the Skyland Shopping Center project in Ward 7 which would not happen without a Walmart store as its lynch pin.

The timing for the legislation — which could also affect such local retailers as Macy’s and Whole Foods — seems strange and unnecessarily challenging, almost like an I-dare-you approach to attracting business. According to reports, at-large Councilmember Vincent Orange, who voted for the legislation said, “We’re at a point where we don’t need retailers. Retailers need us.” That kind of unwelcoming and unwelcome bravado is hardly likely to change hearts and minds.
It seems to us that the legislation is hasty, unnecessarily combative and was arrived at in a way that lacks due consideration and public input. It may — as both Ward 4 Councilmember Muriel Bowser and Ward 6 Councilmember Tommy Wells have suggested — cost the District jobs and bargain shopping and hurt its ability and reputation to attract major retailers and business.

It also comes at a time when people are starting to think about the upcoming mayor’s race. Bowser and Wells are both running as is Ward 2 Councilmember Jack Evans, who voted for the legislation. The mayor has not indicated whether or not he would run again. In the end, though, this legislation is a politically charged issue as well. Ward 7 Councilmember Yvette Alexander voted against the legislation, while Ward 8 Councilmember Marion Barry voted for it. Go figure.

How We Celebrate the Fourth of July in Washington

July 4, 2013

It’s the Fourth of July, as American as apple pie or Google, as we celebrate our country, our traditions, the way we live, eat, pray and love, march in parades, raise our children and pets, play and dance and sing our songs old and new.

In any parade, you’ll see soldiers, the drummer boy, the fife player, the revolutionary soldier with his rifle and bandaged head and faux Jeffersons, Franklins and Washingtons, heading for the park or the backyard and the barbecue and fireworks, if they haven’t been cancelled due to the sequester or the daily rain storms. We’ll look to the night skies on the National Mall, look out for squalls and bad weather and think of the Founding Fathers.

Those fathers might recognize themselves in a parade but have a little more trouble recognizing their surroundings. In Washington, D.C., they would hear echoes of the cannon fire from Gettysburg but also the noises and murmurs of our political battles from DOMA to the Capitol Dome, the shadows of big government and the foibles of small government. Today, we worry about immigration—whom to let in, how to keep them from coming or bring them to citizenship, a question asked in small towns and argued in the shadow of the Statue of Liberty.

It’s the Fourth of July—sodas and crackerjacks, and heroes dead in forest fires amid horrible heat. It’s baseball and spying, by the government of this nation and other governments, while in the Middle East, thousands are demonstrating for freedom.
We will watch Harper and Zimmerman and zombies this Fourth of July and celebrate ourselves in the Whitman manner, when he was celebrating not just himself but ourselves. We will again come to the National Mall by the thousands with Lincoln perched on his timeless chair, watching, it seems sometimes wistfully.

It is the Fourth of July, a Thursday like no other Thursday in 2013 in the capital city of Washington where we live in the world.

I Spy? You Spy?


Is there anything more confusing, less understandable and more irritating than the NSA leaking sandal, or the contemps and characterizations surrounding the travels and would-be travels and status of the leaker Edward Snowden?

Snowden is being both pilloried (by the government and elected officials) and praised (by some in the media) and helped (by Wiki Leaks, the wholesale leakers of secret information), and fussed over by the world and by potential (and reluctant) asylum givers.

Many Americans don’t know exactly what to make of it all—the words traitor and hero regards Snowden seem to be used interchangeably. His travels have put international relations among major powers in a state of tense stasis
Now Vladimir Putin has Snowden on his hands in Moscow, and he seems hesitant to let him go or let him stay, send him on his way or protect him.

This seems to me momentously serious stuff, but in terms of understanding, a little like trying to hang on to jello. Secrets, freedom of the press, (including the freedom to perhaps cool it for a while), the dark spectre of governments spying on each other (as if they didn’t before) are all part of the stories. It seems like a muddle from which we, and for sure the Obama administration will never disengage itself. I spy, you spy, we spy, they spy, but does anybody really know (or want to know) what Everybody is doing?

Douglass Statue Saga: a Catalyst for D.C. Statehood


As we begin our celebration of our nation’s birthday, we in Washington, D.C., have a special reason to celebrate. On June 19, for the very first time, the citizens of D.C. were finally represented in the U.S. Capitol Building.

No, unfortunately, it was not with a voting representative or two U.S. senators, but with a glorious and magnificent sculpture in Emancipation Hall of D.C. resident and freedom fighter, Frederick Douglass.

Each of the 50 states has at least one statue. We, until a few weeks ago, had none.

A little history is in order. Many years ago, I observed a memorable ceremony in Statuary Hall in the Capitol Building. Sacajawea, the Native American who guided Lewis and Clark on their Northwestern expedition, was being honored with a statue. It seemed to me the entire state of North Dakota was there. There was such a wonderful spirit of state solidarity and pride. I thought to myself: why doesn’t D.C. have a statue of its own?

I once had a very brief conversation with former Speaker of the House Dennis Hastert about this idea. Hastert was extremely unpleasant and hostile to the idea. In fact, he mumbled that “Then, the territories will want one,” (as if they were not U.S. citizens too).

On my radio commentaries and in articles, I frequently mentioned how a statue could be a catalyst for concrete action towards full D.C. statehood.

On July 15, 2012, I wrote an op-ed piece in the local opinions page of the Washington Post, headlined “Monuments to the Mistreatment of the District.” Accompanying the article was a picture of the sculpture of Douglass which Steven Weitzman had so beautifully done.

On June 19, the ceremony finally took place. But the ceremony was seriously marred by one of our own elected officials, who failed to share the credit for this momentous moment. D.C. Delegate Eleanor Holmes Norton navigated the bill through Congress but she never once mentioned the essential role that others played.

First of all, Norton did not even have the courtesy to acknowledge or recognize our present Mayor Vincent Gray or former Mayors Sharon Pratt, Anthony Williams and widow of the first appointed and elected Mayor Walter Washington, Mary Washington. She couldn’t have missed them. They were sitting in the front row.

Second, she ignored the sculptor Steve Weitzman, who lovingly created this powerful presence in bronze. This was inexcusable.

And, finally, the councilmember who secured the funding and was most responsible for the statue actually being constructed, Jack Evans, was never acknowledged. This brazen and deliberate omission by Norton has to be called out.

The highlight of the day was the inspiring remarks of House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi and, best of all, Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid’s stirring endorsement of D.C. statehood by saying he had “signed on” to the D.C. statehood bill.

Sen. Tom Carper, D-Del., the introducer of the bill, said he would hold hearings in the fall. The statue had achieved its purpose. Now, things are starting to happen.

D.C. Corruption: How Far Does It Lead?

June 20, 2013

This should be an interesting, even energetic time for politics in the District of Columbia. While the lineup may not be complete, with the official announcement of Ward 2 Councilman Jack Evans into the mayoral fray, there are now three council members in the race to replace Mayor Vincent Gray.

Gray himself has so far declined to say whether he will run for re-election or not. Although it’s fair to say that in normal times, he’s got a pretty good record to run on, what with a boom in population and development projects all over the city and a fat budget surplus in the kitty.

Except . . .

What is everybody—the politicos, the media, the wags in the neighborhoods—talking about? Michael Brown, the ex-at-large-Independent-Democrat councilman caught in a federal sting operation accepting money-for-influence from agents posing as small business folks. In addition, there’s a wire donation to Brown from developer Jeffrey Thompson, who, along with the mayor’s election campaign, is still being investigated by U.S. Attorney Ronald C. Machen, Jr., and his office for running a shadow campaign which collected more than $600,000 for the Gray campaign.

At the same time, it appeared that at-large councilman Vincent Orange was being talked to by federal investigators in relation to contributions from Thompson.

Brown pleaded guilty last week to bribery charges and admitted a relationship to Thompson and accepting an illegal contribution from him.

Corruption in D.C. politics and rumors that the ongoing federal investigations were about to heat up were the talk of the town, not the relative merits and chances of Evans, Ward 4 council member Muriel Bowser and Ward 6 council member Tommy Wells, all of whom have announced that they are running for mayor.

Wells has made a point about focusing on ethics in his campaign.

If you look at the latest developments, you can see several things happening. One of them is that to be a political blue blood in this city is no guarantee that you are safe from temptation, even if you’re electorally successful. With Michael Brown’s guilty plea, the chit chat starts all over again: what is the matter with elected officials in the District?

We’ve sat down with Michael Brown—the son of Ron Brown, President Clinton’s Secretary of Commerce, who was killed in a plane crash—and found him, as other colleagues have, to be smart and full of ideas. Kwame Brown, who resigned as chairman of the District Council, was a highly thought-of, risen-from-the-community and local-politics native son. Harry Thomas, Jr., a powerful, stirring orator and the son of a long-time council member, is serving time in prison for taking money from funds earmarked for youth programs.

All of them had the best jump starts politicians can get here—membership in successful political families and being highly regarded members of their communities. That’s a lot of political talent squandered to the interests of what can only be called venality of the sort that smacks of entitlement and arrogance.

They’re also cautionary tales about the political arena and anybody who steps foot in it. There’s always the danger that you’re going to step in it. The local list includes former Mayor Marion Barry, a man once so powerful that the media’s sarcastic honorary title of mayor for life was not that far from reality until he was toppled in spectacular fashion. Barry, now the Ward 8 council member, was one of the most gifted politicians we’ve seen around here—he had the same ability to embrace crowds and people and was as popular as Bill Clinton, who also managed to trip up spectacularly.

The list of successful politicians who’ve also entered the valley of “What-were-they-thinking?” is a long one. Local pundits are whispering that may get longer soon.

We can only cross our fingers and hope that the outcome is otherwise.

Douglass’s Debut


Today, a stirring statue of Frederick Douglass, who rose from slavery to fight for the emancipation of slaves and stirred the conscience of a nation will be unveiled at the U.S. Capitol Visitor Center’s Emancipation. The statue, the work of sculptor Steve Weitzman, was given by the city to Congress after residing for six years in the lobby of Judiciary Square.

The unveiling Wednesday—even though it involves the city and its residents and government representatives—appears to be a closed affair, courtesy of House Speaker John Boehner, who apparently has his hands full .

At a press conference this week on the statue, Boehner was asked by Fox 5 reporter and long-time statehood champion Mark Plotkin why D.C. residents hadn’t been invited. Boehner did not comment.

According to a Huffington Post story, Plotkin had reported that Congresswoman Eleanor Holmes Norton had asked that the city’s Advisory Neighborhood Commissioners be invited, a request to which the Speaker had not replied.

This seems to us to be another example of the cavalier and disrespectful attitude of the powers that be in Congress on matters concerning the District of Columbia and its government and residents. Even a fragmentary memory of local and national history ought bring about the idea that such treatment is insulting to all of us who live in the city.

We’re not actually sure if Boehner even bothered to thank the city or anybody else. Most likely he did. After all, even Boehner couldn’t be that careless.

Plan B Becomes Plan A


The Obama administration has decided to release the resistance against the age limit placed on the morning after pill.

The administration’s decision means that any woman or girl of any age can walk into a drugstore and purchase the pill, Plan B-One Step.

I think that every decision made by the current administration should be thought about in context to the time and culture that we live in. As a conservative, I cringe at decisions that seem to facilitate reckless behavior.

With that being said, I would definitely consider this new change to be of that nature. Personally, I think that this country is morally decaying from the inside out. Therefore, this addition does not completely surprise me.

In today’s culture, sexuality seems to be exploited to the highest degree. Evidence of this exploitation is clearly evident in almost everything we see and hear in media. By allowing females of any age to have free reign on the morning-after pill, severe repercussions can ensue.

I think that underage teenagers that are already sexually active will feel as though they can continue being careless because they have the “safety net” in the form of a tiny pill. This will only encourage people to be more sexually active, but probably at a younger age, as well.

Proponents of this change could easily make the argument that if a teenager wants the pill they can obtain it through other means.

However, making the pill so accessible will not only make the problem worse, but it gives the public a false sense of security. There is no 100-percent guarantee when taking any contraceptive.

I think my biggest questions to all of this are: “What’s next? How far will we go?”

Should we create more boundaries that will increase the likelihood of accountability and responsibility? Or should we continue to give people at any age the opportunity to make these personal decisions on their own?

Racquel Richards is a student at Mercer University in Macon, Georgia.

How My Dog Taught Me Politics

June 18, 2013

It’s Election Day in the middle of a picture perfect, weather-impediment free Tuesday afternoon of the kind that offers no excuses for would-be voters.

Around the city, folks are going to the polls, many of them taking advantage of a new rule which allows voters to register and vote on the same day – this day. At this point, it has turned out to be a cumbersome process, and at least one election official we chatted with said that it may slow things down some, since every polling place in the district allows same-day registration-and-voting.

Still, even now no one is certain of what is going to happen tonight at the end of it all, and no one knows for sure who will win and who will lose and why.

Did Mayor Adrian Fenty, running somewhat frantically and with more than his usual urgency, convince enough voters that his considerable accomplishments trump his considerable people-skill deficiencies which revealed themselves in not one, but two Washington Post polls?

Has City Council Chairman Vince Gray given folks enough reasons to vote FOR him, and not just against Fenty, and has he allayed worries about a return to old school politics?

Those are some of the true and remaining questions in the 2010 mayoral campaign leading up to today’s Democratic Primary election, which, in Washington DC is the election, to be formalized by the November election.

All of these things are important today, along with all the other races conducted by good and honorable men and women. For myself, I’m not running for anything, nor do I expect to win anything. But as the moment approaches where we see who won, who lost, I’d like to nonetheless offer a few thank yous.

This is predicated on an oft-mentioned adage almost as old as the ones that say “Thou Shalt Honor Thy Father and Mother,” “Never lend money to your friends,” and, “Never sleep with anyone who has more problems than you do.”

All politics are local.

That’s the one.

So on this day, I want to thank my dog. Yes, my dog. Sometime this month we will note his 14th Birthday. His name is Bailey and he is a Frishe Bichon. He is a true democrat and would ignore Adrian Fenty and Vincent Gray with equal amounts of disdainful disinterest. He has a gift for this, but because he remains, even in old age, adorable and cute, people ignore his disinterest and substitute their own interest and try to pet him. Come to think of it, he might have been a politician in a previous life.

Bailey’s politics – or lack of them – is not important here. What’s important is that I walk him four times a day, out of the house on Lanier Place, around the corner to Argonne and back onto Lanier Place, across Ontario, past the 100-year-plus firehouse and the four apartment houses on the two blocks, past the hospice for the homeless, past the bed and breakfast, past the dry cleaners, the deli, the Exxon, around to Adams Mill Road and past the children’s playground and park, onto Ontario Place and its overarching trees, around past the Ontario, up the hill to Lanier again, and home.

All politics are local.

It doesn’t get anymore local than this. All along the length of this election campaign, roughly from the time about a year ago when rumors began that Vincent Gray (he had not yet become Vince) was going to run, through the poll that showed a divide in the city that was economic and racial, through Gray’s announcement and his One City signs, through the mayor’s muted announcement, through two major firings of DCPS school teachers, through the teachers contract agreement, through a blizzard of achievement announcements from the mayor’s office by e-mail – as well as three real blizzards – through the long and really hot summer and finally the big Washington Post poll that showed Gray with a double-digit lead.

That’s when things got really intense.

I want to also thank my neighbors. You know who you are. Because if not every day, almost every day, and with greater detail and force, my walks, especially this past month, were about politics. Which are, of course, local.

When politicians say all politics are local, they usually mean a state — as opposed to the big government — or a region, or city, town, or village. In cities, this sub-divides into neighborhoods, and again into street blocks and street corners, and finally – and this one turned out to be important in this election – the human heart. That’s how local politics can get.

Everyday my neighbors and I had conversations—about Gray’s chances, about his tour of duty as DHS director in the old days, about the police, about Chief Lanier, about Chancellor Rhee, about cops in the hood or the lack of them, about service cuts and snow plows, or the lack of them, about fire hydrants and the renovation of the Safeway, and the new jobs at Teeter, and how it wasn’t safe to be out on 18th Street at night at times, and about immigrants in this very, very diverse neighborhood where graffiti on garage doors was as omni-present as peeling paint.

I am here to tell you this: I knew the city was divided before Vince Gray told me it was, and even before the Washington Post told me so. There are people just on my block who admire Michelle Rhee or who dislike her intensely. There are teachers who live here, and EMS workers out of the firehouse down the street, and there are people who work for the city — quite a few. There are newer young people with young children, and people who lived in the same house for decades. There are houses being renovated, usually with work crews consisting of Hispanic workers. Trucks are all over the place. There are people that curse Mayor Fenty (cab drivers especially so) and there are people who like what he’s done. “The curbs, they clean, the crime, not so much,” a Hispanic homeowner who voted for Fenty told me today.

“That SOB had done more to hurt affordable housing than anybody,” an affordable housing advocate said angrily just a week ago.

You see where this is going. Vincent Gray hasn’t come here much that I know of, but he would be welcome here and asked tough questions. I think he’d be a little more at home here than the current mayor, even though the mayor grew up here.

All politics are truly local. There’s one man here I have practically daily talks with, which my dog allows me to do grudgingly. We solve the problems of the world and those of the more immediate area. We disagree on some things, but tomorrow, we will still talk about the things we disagree about. He likes what the mayor has accomplished and worries about the disruption that might result with a new mayor.

I happen to think, after much thought, that politics is as much about people and perception as it is about the use of power. What has puzzled me about the mayor since he came to power practically unanimously is that he appears himself puzzled about the displeasure, the disappointment with him in the city, especially in the economically stressed wards. It’s as if, being all but unanimously elected, that he shouldn’t have to worry about observing the niceties of basic human contact and interaction. Gray, on the other hand, doesn’t just worry about it; he often revels in it.

I think that the conduct of both Fenty and Gray since the last poll which electrified the city so much is to some extent revealing. Fenty has promised to change in addressing inclusion and listening to people and the promise doesn’t quite ring true. He lists his achievements, which alone are compelling, denounces Grey for his DHS reign, and promises to keep on moving forward. Grey presents papers and position tomes, but more than that he’s fleshing himself out as a candidate right before our eyes. He seems to often see the campaign as a way to get to know more people, as a kind of social gathering.

Mostly what I’ve learned from my daily walks is that politics is local in the sense of what I see and hear around the block every day. The man who has trouble finding work talks about his ailing 90-some-year-old father while resting on his bicycle: jobs, health care the elderly, and transportation. The woman living in an apartment tells me about the constant battles with landlords, half-hearted renovation and rent raises and dealing with city agencies: governance, rent control, urban housing issues. People gossip about the price of renovated houses in the neighborhood. Everyday you see more and more children in the park. In the neighborhood, there are two new grocery stores and a renovated Safeway. In the neighborhood there are also still no foot patrols. One of our neighbors is building an enclosed backyard patio. People move in and out.

On our block, one of my neighbors celebrated the birth of a son, his second child, last week. He helped deliver the baby himself on a night near midnight, and no doubt for a second felt himself a king.

All politics are local. Even the birth of a child, where all future policy planning starts.