At the Miami Dade county commission meeting yesterday, I was curious what transformation may have occurred as a result of the recall of former Miami Dade mayor Carlos Alvarez and Natacha Seijas, district commissioner from Hialeah. On the table in the special meeting: to set a date for the election to fill empty seats. There was also a question whether an interim mayor would be appointed by the commission. I wondered: had attitudes changed? Was arrogance banished, now that the catalyst-- Seijas-- had been dismissed by 88 percent of voters? Had The New Age of Humility arrived?
The TV news cameras were out in force. Not that they had done much good, exposing the depths where Seijas and her supporters wallowed. On several occasions I had witnessed Seijas commandeer the TV trucks to her purposes. She had less luck with the Herald, despite the fact her supporters complained to the publisher every time a story appeared that contained a whiff of criticism against her core constituency; the builders, developers and rock miners. The Miami Herald printed "by the barrel of ink", she would declaim from the dais while her funders rubbed shoulders with the brass at One Herald Square. It became a popular rallying call of the unreformable majority (and part of the insanity that led Art Teele to blow his brains out in the Herald lobby). According to yesterday's meeting, the refrain hasn't lost its currency. If you read EOM you will know our view: The Miami Herald hasn't done nearly enough to expose the toxic sludge through which Miami Dade politics moves in a torrent. Yesterday, there were again dark utterances from the dais against the media. For doing what? For instigating the public? For using hysteria as a tool to sell advertisements?
The commissioners still find fault everywhere -- too few voters, too few town hall meetings, too few opportunities to meet with each others' constitutents-- everywhere but in their own culpability for the sorry state of the county. Won't the media finally expose how many BILLIONS in infrastructure deficits piled up during the time in which "growth paid its own way"?
A few themes emerged, along the lines of the dark undercurrent of Miami-Dade ethnic politics. During the Charter Review process two years ago (whose recommendations were entirely rejected by the county commission), former state legislator, GOP operator and lobbyist Miguel De Grandy represented the status quo. He claimed (rather, lectured) that anything other than single member districts disenfranchises minorities. It is an appealingly simple concept for the deal-makers on the African American side of the county commission and was embraced, yesterday, by Audrey Edmunson and Barbara Jordan although in cryptic, incomplete thoughts. They are against anything that threatens single member districts (ie. the addition of some at-large members of the commission, as recommended by the Charter Review). So are the Cuban Americans: Javier Souto, Joe Martinez, et al.
Single member districts mostly represent the horse-trading of votes by distant commissioners in the inner city for zoning changes in open space and farmland to benefit land speculators who seed and fertilize political campaigns. That is the equation that Seijas represented in her metaphorical whip and leatherettes. But who gets metaphor on the county commission? (please click, 'read more')
No one. Certainly not Javier Souto who reliably delivers the inappropriately memorable whenever he asks "for a few minutes to speak". Yesterday after emphasizing something about co-chairing the 1992 state legislative committee on reapportionment-- that delivered a Congressional seat to my dear friend, Carrie Meek, he said five times-- he added, "At the end of the day we are shooting ourselves in the head." He meant, foot. Who knows what he was shooting at, but the African American commissioners nodded. (Souto also said, "I decided to leave before I vomited on the people.") I had no idea what the 29 year veteran of political life was talking about and from the fidgeting on the dais-- exasperation, tedious patience-- no one else did, either. Someone in the audience waved a toy American flag at the end of a pencil or chopstick.
There were other non-sequitors worth mention. At the start of the meeting, Chairman Joe gave two members of the audience an opportunity to speak. Miss Williams-- a constituent of Barbara Jordan-- got up to ask that she be appointed county mayor as she was the only candidate to run in the last election in which Alvarez was voted in. She demanded her "first amendment rights" for the "60,191 people who voted for me". I was prepared to move to the speaker's podium to throw my own name in the ring for the interim appointment (Please appoint me, relentless blogger and critic, to fill the vacuum in County Hall.) , but one Pedro Martinez who "put his life on the line when this was a ghost town", which was in 1959, took the wind out of my sails. I assume he meant the Bay of Pigs. "Enough is enough!", he sort of thundered, winning me over. Then he darkly intoned against one who I assumed was Norman Braman, our billionaire benefactor who turned the county commission jugos cart upside down. And that was enough for me. Clearly I haven't been listening to Spanish language radio, but what I gather is that the refrain echoed from several directions on the dais-- that a small group that controls the media (I'm guessing, bloggers too?) is responsible. Oh that small group! Oh those do good'ers! Oh, oh, oh!
Small groups. Media. Meeting in the dark. Conspiracies to wreck democracy. Actually, there are a handful of reporters who, if they had adequate backup and funding from their corporate gigantic parents, could run about half of them to federal prison. But when I go on about that, your eyes glaze over the same way mine did when Joe Martinez kept saying, "some day we have to go back to governing and not just reacting one crisis at a time."
Joe. Joe who wants to fix the Urban Development Boundary is wistful for the chance to "govern". I'm not entirely oblivious to the fact that while the elections and charter amendments ping around in the county attorney's office and on the dais, that the operations of government have virtually ground to a halt. Sources tell us that morale is dragging along the bottom like a claw anchor on smooth rock bottom. It does make me wonder what the county commission is good for, that couldn't be provided by a strong regional civil service taking direction from a county administrator. Why, the county commission?
Joe Martinez is looking forward to the county commission governing again and said so enough times to make even the "ink by the barrel" crowd wake up. But what exactly has Joe Martinez done, other than the bidding of the Growth Machine when the going was good; ie. the time in which he was able to secure a sweetheart price for a building lot from Charlie Martinez of the LBA and Lennar co-host of suburban sprawl where presumably his wine cellar is filled? (If you don't get the reference, read our archive under "Martinez" back to the beginning.) Or to shill for Lowe's at the edge of the Urban Development Boundary. (Read our archive, "Lowes") We all remember the performances, the rent-a-crowds dragged in to fill the Chamber and diminish the do good'ers, and we all know perfectly well that it would not take much juice to recall Joe Martinez. Next!
The will of one man-- Norman Braman-- his wallet, and feisty volunteers organized around Vanessa Brito in Hialeah shook up the political order. Alas, if yesterday confirmed anything, it is that the order is intact. For the time being the lobbyists representing the builders, contractors, rock miners et al. are out of sight. Construction and real estate development is in the biggest ditch since the Great Depression. Yet the facilitators are itching for action. All there. Watching on their video monitors and reading the blogs.
Who could fail to observe yesterday Raul Martinez in the county chamber. Former Hialeah mayor, former candidate for US Congress, former subject of a federal criminal investigation and former supporter of every development pushing to the Everglades. Hialeah was Everglades. Sweetwater was Everglades. Kendall was Everglades. If Joe, Javier, Pepe, Bruno et al. yearn to govern again, just wait for Raul to be up on that dais, settling into his seat and cellphone.