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Monday, December 28, 2009

The City Manager's Daughter
Mary McElroy's smile was beautiful to behold. A contemporary described her as a tall, big-boned, and plain-looking woman with large eyes, wide mouth, and a radiant smile. She was her father's shadow and the apple of his eye. His name was Henry McElroy, City Manager of Kansas City, the most powerful man in the city other than the shrewd boss of the Democratic Machine - and the biggest political boss in the nation - bigger even than Boss Tweed: Boss Tom Pendergast. The old city council of aldermen used to have two houses - an upper house and a lower house, with a total of thirty-two members - which the two Democratic factions, the Goats and Rabbits, managed to control under a split-the-spoils, fifty-fifty deal. In the winter of 1924-1925, reformers who wanted to rid the city of the boss system drafted and managed to get adopted a nonpartisan charter to reconstruct the city council into a single body with only nine council members, the Mayor being the presiding member. The council in turn hires an expert administrator to serve as City Manager. This so-called nonpartisan structure actually simplified Tom Pendergast's job - it is easier to control a council of nine politicians than a council of thirty two.The appointment or council "election" of the City Manager had foregone conclusions - he was not really the Council's hired man. For instance, Mary and the council members got quite a laugh when, in 1938, her dad was nominated for the last time: he jumped up to give his acceptance speech before it occurred to him that the nomination had not yet been seconded.
Mary called her father "Old Boy," but most Kansas Citians called him "Judge" McElroy. He sat on the Jackson County Court (county commission) since 1922 as a judge (county commissioner) from time to time. Another Pendergast man, Harry S. Truman, the future U.S. senator and president, served on the county court with Judge McElroy for awhile. Together they restored the authority of the Goat faction and ran the court like a business, adding to its prestige with their accomplishments. Judge McElroy was pleased to follow Truman's good advice on many occasions when they sat together on the court. After a margin of 200 votes in November 1925 gave the Democrats control of Kansas City, which they would retain for thirteen years Judge McElroy was appointed City Manager, and the first thing he did was dispose of the nonpartisan tomfoolery and anounced that the Democrats were in charge.
Mary shadowed her father at City Hall, at dedications, on business trips. Her father's detractors were quick to point out that he was a vindictive despot; they did not mention his soup kitchen on the East Side or the poor folk who got hand outs from him at City Hall. As far as Mary was concerned, he could hardly do any wrong. Not that she was a yes-woman. She was a rebel. He encouraged her to run free, but she never strayed afar. She imitated her dad: she was proud, independent and somewhat self-reliant although socially awkward and unsure of herself in public as she tried to strike a sophisticated pose next to her great father. She knew that machine life had its seamy side, that power corrupts, that the human species can be vicious; wherefore bossism, in her estimation, was a necessary evil, and the despotism of her father was warranted: he was simply a hard-headed realist, a Pendergastian or Goat Democrat who, as they all said of The Boss, "got things done."
Bossism was a modern version of the ancient patronage system. It was based, first of all, on friendship. Friends are loyal. Friends exchange favors. Ingratitude is a mortal sin. Patrons provide bread and circus - in downtown Kansas City, that meant plenty of booze, narcotics, floozies and jazz rifts. Napoleon had the right idea: give people what they want as long as they are obedient, while taking them for all you can get. Party organizations were made necessary by the mass politics of universal suffrage, and arose from local roots up to presidential politics. We know the familiar story. Cities had the greatest voting power and city bosses bought votes, sometimes several votes from each citizen, alive or dead. Heads were cracked to keep the voters lined up in the right line. There was plenty of booze even if it was prohibited. Patrons vied for power; political patrons allied themselves with godfathers and such. Boss Pendergast made his alliances in order to keep Al Capone out of town and to satisfy his gambling addiction. The Pendergast dynasty was established by Alderman Jim Pendergast from the proceeds of a horse race; Tom Pendergast wound up gambling on every horse race in the country in a single day, and what he did to cover his losses got him busted for income tax evasion.
Mary McElroy certainly knew about Kansas City's wild side. She knew that her dad was the best man around. And we know that some men can keep themselves clean while working with political machines. As far as we know, Harry S. Truman was independent, honest, and squeaky clean, although he could have cleaned up to the tune of millions of dollars while sitting on the county court alone. Pendergast let well enough alone because Truman's honesty handed him a goodly portion of rural Jackson County on a platter. He backed Truman for U.S. Senator, and we know the rest. And President Truman was no ingrate: he was true to his friend Pendergast when The Boss was disgraced by backstabbers whom he had put into power - everybody "decent" was distancing themselves from him.
That is the way it was in those days, and some old folks look back upon them as fondly as many of us look back on the Sixties. Yes, those were the days, my friend, we thought they'd never end. That was when Tom Pendergast "got things done" and people had plenty of fun, so much so that reformers thought law and order had completely broken down.
City Manager McElroy certainly got things done too. His daughter had good reason to idolize him. Even the so-called nonpartisan but Republican Kansas City Star praised him, not realizing they would have to eat some crow when a huge deficit was uncovered along with the Water Leak among other things after the Depression boom.
Water leak? An engineering firm was paid $5,000 a month for looking for water leaks, but that job consisted of submitting bills for unperformed an service: $356,500 was paid out.
Depression boom? Yes, Kansas City was doing relatively great during the Depression. McElroy had proceeds from the 1931, $32 million (Kansas City's share) Ten-Year-Bond at his disposal, as well as his magic "Country Bookkeeping System" involving an "Emergency Fund" on the side, not taken from the bond fund, which made old debts disappear and rabbits willingly appear among other things. Civic-minded Boss Pendergast had as much ready-mixed concrete as money could buy, and his Machine had ample labor to provide to civic causes.
As Kansas Citians can well imagine from the current traffic, roads were a fundamental consideration back then too, hence men were put to work on them - they were advised to leave the paving and other machines behind to increase the demand for labor. There were other products of the Great Depression building boom, the results of which we can still tour as we tick them off. City Hall, Jackson County Court House, Police Headquarters, Power & Light Building, Nelson Art Gallery. And many more.
Mary was especially proud of her dad's Municipal Auditorium and his fostering of the new air-age at Wheeler Airport. Indeed, legend has it that Henry McElroy fell in love with Kansas City as he looked out over the Bottoms from Quality Hill: wherefore some time later he had cleared an observation area there. A woman held out: she wanted $5,000 for her house; the city offered $1,000; she refused; she came home one day to discover her home was not at home! the house had mysteriously disappeared and was never seen since.
We can hardly blame the City Manager's daughter for basking in the glory of her father's deeds. He was really something. He thought a lot of himself too. He claimed that his work was the model for the make-work approach to economic depression, the acclaimed WPA program of Franklin Delano Roosevelt's administration. McElroy might have been right to take credit for its origination in the boosting Heart of America. Roosevelt certainly knew what was going on in Kansas City. Pendergast was a national power broker. He knew Roosevelt and had thrown Missouri's delegates his way at the convention. Alas, Roosevelt and his federal money trough eventually spelled the end of the machine system. And, among other things, he had Tom busted and hustled off to prison. The machine was flying apart with the continuing investigations. City Manager McElroy put up a hell of a fight, but he eventually stepped down. He died before he could be indicted. Of course Mary was by his side.
Mary never married. She flowered with her dad and approached spinsterhood. She was seen at functions. She stood apart and was rather inept socially speaking. She was somewhat of a rebel - her dad let her have her run, but she did not stray afar. She was seen in the company of men, but none stuck. She was given to dark moods after she was kidnapped in, May of 1933. She had hit it off with her kidnappers, and could not stand the thought of their imprisonment and the death penalty one of them drew.
The kidnappers numbered four. Walter McGee and Clarence Stevens entered the McElroy house, waiting for Mary's brother to show up - he was the intended victim - while Clarence Click and George McGee stayed at the hideout. When Mary's brother did not arrive, the kidnappers went upstairs to kidnap her instead, assuming that she must be a little girl. But she was 25 and was taking a bubble dress. Of course she was frightened, but she soon recovered her composure and asked for some privacy to get dress. They complied, so she donned a pink frock, tan hose, and a white summer shoes, accompanied them to the car, and sat on the floorboard as they drove away to the hideout on Clarence Click's farm near Shawnee The young men conversed pleasantly with her along the way, probably glad to have her for company.
Mary was handcuffed by the left wrist to a wall in a garage under a small frame house. The kidnappers were polite and friendly. They brought some clean sheets, an electric light, a radio, food. She was held for less than two days. George McGee, a former medical student who had fallen on hard times, was her guard and her favorite kidnapper. In fact the kidnappers and their victim were so mutually pleased that Mary said she would recommend them as kidnappers, and they said they would recommend her as a kidnap victim. A ransom note asking for $60,000 had been left behind at the McElroy home - they settled for $30,000, and released her
"It would be foolish to say that I felt no fear at all. At the same time I felt sure that any one of the four men I saw would have been ready to protect me against any other person or danger," Mary said in an interview. "It is because I knew that and felt that they were not bad at heart that I would hate to see them sent to the penitentiary. I would fight to keep them in such a fate."
They grabbed the wrong girl, the devoted daughter of the most powerful man around excepting The Boss himself, and they were not about to get away with it. Clarence Stevens escaped but the others were nabbed forthwith. She visited them, and rumors were bandied about as usual. She did not want to testify against them, but her father convinced her that it was the right thing to do, so she complied. Clarence Click got 8 years, George McGee got life, and Walter McGee the death penalty.
It was questionable at the time whether the death penalty could be applied to kidnappers as well as murderers. The case was appealed; the jury's sentence was upheld. Mary was devastated and fell into a deep depression. Her father complained that the strain had ruined her health. They vacationed in Europe, gave the fascist salute to Mussolini, and so on, but she despaired again upon their return to the Heart of America. In February of 1935 she hopped on a bus with twenty cents and a pack of cigarettes, and disappeared until she was spotted in Illinois and brought home.
Kansas City Star reporter Conwell Carlson interviewed her. She said she just had to get away from the city, where she was seen as the City Manager's kidnapped daughter. She suffered from nightmares about the kidnappers' fate.
"I cannot forget them," she said. "I cannot get away from the feeling for the underdog." Mary set to work on her powerful father to get the death sentence commuted by the governor. She was not a political activist but she was on the side of the sick and oppressed - she felt that help should come from individuals, by means of personal kindness. She had no political reservations about the legal system. She figured the sentences were just as they stood, that the death penalty should be applied to kidnappers as well as murderers, but she wanted mercy in this case. Her father was opposed at first, but he eventually caved in and they went to see Governor Park in Jefferson City.
"In pleading for Walter McGee's life," reads her plea for clemency, "I am pleading for my own peace of mind. Through punishing a guilty man, his victim will be made much to suffer equally. He would not even have this advantage: he would not have to think about his execution afterwards. I do not forget the suffering this has brought in many ways to many people. Walter McGee's death will not erase nor ease the suffering. Rather, I believe the mercy shown him, and the feeling of warmth and hope any act of mercy brings, will serve as balm to all."
Governor Park, after pressure was applied by Henry McElroy, and being assured that mercy would not detract from the death penalty precedent for kidnappers, commuted the sentence. Mary's spirits revived, and she continued her work for the welfare of her imprisoned friends and their families.
I very much regret to say that Mary's life had a tragic end. As the Pendergast machine fell in 1939, she was hurt to the quick by the harsh criticism of her visionary father, who had, after all, gotten so much done for the people of Kansas City. At age 72, Judge McElroy had a heart condition and eye trouble. He went to St. Mary's hospital for a cataract operation, came home, and was cared for by Mary until he died, leaving her alone, virtually a spinster. On a wintry day in January of 1940, Mary wanted to shake off the doom and gloom, so she invited some friends over for a party. They demurred. She fixed herself something something to eat and drink, then retired to the sun room to read. It was two degrees below zero outside early in the morning when she shot herself to death. She left a note.
"My four kidnappers are probably the only people on earth who don't consider me an utter fool. You have your death penalty - so - please - give them a chance. Mary."
Notes on Bossism:
"(Franklin Delano Roosevelt) destroyed the old-time boss. He destroyed him by taking away his source of power.... The old boss was strong simply because he held all the cards. If anybody wanted anything - jobs, favors, cash - he could only go to the boss, the local leader. What Roosevelt did was to take the handouts our of local hands. A few little things like Social Security, Unemployment Insurance, and the like - that's what shifted the gears, sport. No need now to depend on the boss for everything. The Federal Government was getting in on the act, otherwise known as social revolution." Edwin O' Connor, The Last Hurrah
From: Herbert Hoover by Eugene Lyons, Garden City: Doubleday 1964
By 1936 relief scandals, evidence of manipulation of projects for vote-getting, exploitation of distress by a swollen bureaucracy to enhance its own power, were a matter of common knowledge. Charges of extravagance and corruption had become almost routine under federalized relief. Hoover often cited examples of the waste inherent in the new system:
Recently I had the opportunity to observe comparative morals in the spoils system by a contrast between Tammany Hall and the New Deal. In a Tammany-dominated borough in New York in early 1933, before the New Deal, there were about 11,000 persons on relief. Tammany had appointed about 270 additional officials under their particular spoils system to manage relief at a cost of $30,000 a month for the officials. This job was taken away from wicked Tammany influence and directly administered by the New Deal.At a recently date there were in the same borough 2,000 federal officials appointed under the New Deal spoils system at a cost of $300,000 per month for salaries to manage 16,000 persons on relief. Tammany may learn something new in the spoils system. It was only 10 percent efficient. And the same thing is going on all over the country.
Labels: henry mcelroy, mary mcelroy, tom pendergast
Saturday, September 08, 2007
"The biggest question is not what title to select, but what we want those titles to say to the community." Jonathan Kemper
This foolish journalist thrice submitted the title The Praise of Folly to Kansas City banking dynast Jonathan Kemper's secretary for his consideration as one of the titles to decorate the jumbo parking garage next to the renovated Neoclassical- and Renaissance-style bank building that will serve as the elegant ark for Missouri's high civilization once the downtown Kansas City Public Library is relocated therein. Mr. Kemper is the motivating force for the conversion of the old bank, dubbed 'Jonathan's building', into the new main library.
I recommended to Mr. Kemper that the alfresco method - in widespread use during the heavily walled Romanesque period, and revived during the early Renaissance - be employed to embed the titles on the outside wall of the library's large parking building, thus making the mural a lasting part of the architecture. I also urged Mr. Kemper to review the names of authors sculpted a century ago on the frieze of Kansas City's second library building, a Renaissance-style building at Ninth and Locust, before considering what he wanted to tell the community a century from today with his titles.
Copies of my recommendations together with several critical articles on the new library project were sent along to librarians at the downtown Kansas City Library. A few of them responded with scandalous information about the goings-on at the library and the governing board. Only one librarian asked that his name be removed from the email list for my periodical releases - 'Criticism of the Policies and Practices of Kansas City Missouri Public Librarians' - stating that the subject was of no interest whatsoever to him. Another individual questioned my recommendation, The Praise of Folly, stating that he has never heard of the book, and that the community might get the wrong message and commit itself to folly. In response to which my favorite moron, namely me, once again quoted Lady Folly's view, that nothing would get done without her, and referred the gentleman to my recent library blog entry 'Mystical Real Estate Development.'
The Praise of Folly has in fact been familiar to book lovers for several centuries. Even those few Lutherans left who still hate scholarly works know the title well; or at least they know the author by name, for Luther once said to his friends, "When I pray, 'Blessed be Thy Holy Name', I curse Erasmus and his heretical congeners who revile and profane God." Erasmus, in turn, said that he, Erasmus, had caused humanists to celebrate Christ, but Luther then appeared and threw his "apple of discord" into the world.
Erasmus, for one thing, blamed Luther for the Peasant's Revolt, and Luther was proud of being the cause of the rebels' deaths. "I, Martin Luther," attested Luther, "have slain all the peasants who died during the rebellion, for I goaded authority to the slaughter. Their blood be on my head." Indeed, he had urged the princes to "stab and kill" the peasants whom he had inspired and who had revered him so greatly as a leader: "Those who rally to the side of the princes will become holy martyrs; those who fail, will go to the devil; therefore let all who can, both in public and private, strike down and strangle these miscreants, bearing ever in mind that there is nothing more poisonous, more noisesome, more devilish, than a man who incites the people to insurrection." Furthermore, "The donkey needs a thrashing, and the brute populace must be governed by brute force." Of course Luther stated Christ authorized the killing with, "I come not in peace but with a sword."
Years before Luther penned De servo arbitrio, his notorious response to Erasmus' temperate missive in favor of the pacific pursuit of reform, Luther believed that Germans should go berserk, "I do not think," he wrote to Spalatinus, "that the cause can be carried to a successful issue without tumult, vexation, and insurrection. You cannot make a quill pen out of a sword, nor change war into peace. God's word is war and vexation and destruction, it is poison. Like a bear in the path, like a lioness in the jungle, it attacks the sons of Ephraim." Yet he advised the authorities to kill the peasants, led by Munzer, flying the rainbow banner of God's covenant. When confronted with his contradictions, Luther attributed them to "God's mysteries."
As for pacifism, the world's greatest bigot and hypocrite at the time wrote to Erasmus, "Let be with your complaining and clamor (for peaceful reform); against such a fervor no medicine can prevail. This war is our Lord God's war. He has unchained it, and never will it cease raging until all the enemies of His word has been wiped from the face of the earth. " And Luther said to his friends, "I intend to kill Satan (Erasmus)" just as I slew Munzer, whose blood is on my head."
Erasmus once remarked of the clerical quibbling, prevarication and hypocrisy of his day, "These words 'Evangel', 'God's Truth', 'faith', 'Christ', 'spirit', are perpetually spilling from their mouths, and yet I see many of them so conducting themselves as if they were possessed of the devil." And, in a letter to Zwingli, Erasmus took issue with the errors of Luther's irrational doctrine: Luther denied the merits of free will; he asserted that all good works are mortal sins; he insisted that justification comes from blind faith in God alone.
Of course Erasmus is best known among bookish people for his The Praise of Folly, which was well received by all except the clerics - princes were much amused by being made the butt of jokes by Lady Folly, who gladly served the purpose of a court clown. This foolish cub reporter for Downtown Kansas City was fortunate to stumble over a copy of the book again. Many book lovers have recommended it over the years. For instance, the eminent historian, illustrator, radio commentator, and journalist Hendrik Willem van Loon, best known for The Story of Mankind (made into a movie staring Groucho Marx), admired Erasmus of Rotterdam - Van Loon hailed from Rotterdam.
"I have spent more than a half-century reading books...," wrote van Loon in his prefatory biography of Erasmus, "and now I find myself face to face with the terrible problem of 'What in Heaven's name can I read that I have not already read a dozen times before?' The modern output is like a mighty river. At certain spots it is a veritable Rio de Plata, almost fifty miles wide but so shallow that ever crossing it in a rowboat throws up such quantities of mud that it begins to resemble the mighty Missouri in spring." Hence van Loon returned to the hinterland creeks of his youth to take up the "highly explosive literary dynamite known the last four centuries and a half as The Praise of Folly. So did I.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Compassionate Police
April 29, 2004
Good News! Cops have been seen making arrests in the Compassion Zone! Weapons among other things have been seized. It is great to see the unmarked and marked police cars and the paddy wagons around the neighborhood.
Not that the residents of the Compassion Zone want to see their neighborhood locked down by a police state. It's just that the cops have been too compassionate lately. They have the huge Greater Metropolitan Kansas City area to cover as well; their resources are insufficient, they are spread to thin. Five million more dollars right away would help.
In fact, City Manager Wayne Cauthen recently chopped a million bucks from the police department in the budget he presented to the City Council. He and Mayor Kaye Barnes have been busy raising untold millions of dollars for their pet developments. Of course those projects include, besides a half-billion dollars or more of tax-incentive handouts to favored big private developers, funds for fixing up the infrastructure all over town. Many millions were already available for that purpose but were unused, so the City Manager is hiring private consultants to cut the red tape for him because he lost his scissors in Denver.
Of course the most important part of any city's infrastructure, as we can see from the Iraq debacle, is security. We need a well-funded and effective police department that will serve to protect everyone equally. Incidentally, until the recent revolt in Iraq, the one or two people killed daily there reminded us of the KCTV 5 local crime news - local homicides however seem to be rising with the death toll in Iraq; why is that?
Anyway, Mayor Barnes recently insulted residents of the Compassion Zone, which among other needed things serves as a compassionate concourse between revolving doors of jails and prisons, when she implied the residents were imagining things in their neighborhood, like the knifings, shootings, door push-ins, and so on, things that make even those who really do not like cops very glad to see them around.
The "civic leaders" just do not get it: police security should come first. But the civic leaders and their press putas always put police protection at the bottom of their shopping list, or just above the grocery store, two things the people have clamored for to no avail because the first thing on the civic leaders' shopping list as composed by their press putas is the development of their friend's real estate into expensive condominiums and lofts. Expensive entertainment facilities and stores are at the top of the list too. Then the cops will have something worth protecting besides Vice President Cheney when he shows up at the Marriott.
Of course Compassion Zone residents have their own list. Police protection is at the top of it. Next is a new mayor and a new city manager. After that is a large grocery store and clothing store. Somewhere on that list is legislation to stop the legal graft or land-banking that the power elite uses to curb competition - otherwise the residents would already have the stores and neighborhoods they want downtown.
Of course the power elite, including the vested interests who like to get something for nothing, namely unearned income, would rather upgrade the city, run prices up and run residents of the Compassion Zone off. Many of them have already moved anyway, sick and tired of what is really going on in downtown Kansas City.
Mature Ladies and Gentlemen, I am pleased to announce that there are putas from time to time in the Compassion Zone, barely two blocks away from the historic Metropolitan Kansas City Police Headquarters.
Last winter I encountered 'Pedro' near the Diamond Shamrock. He was panhandling while his puta worked a customer in the big back seat of his dilapidated Lincoln. He also uses the car to deal drugs at the gas pumps from time to time. Maybe he has been busted or went somewhere else more lucrative as I have not seen him around for awhile. But there are usually a puta or two available at any time on the next block east, at the Cherry Inn Motel.
Besides Pedro's puta, I perceived a plethora of virtual putas inside the Shamrock one Sunday morning - I dropped by at 7 o'clock as usual to buy a cup of coffee, a chocolate muffin, a copy of the Sunday paper. The store was deserted but for the cashier and a grizzly old fellow, who was warming up under the pretense of shopping - on Sunday, people do not drift into the Shamrock from the shelters and half-way houses to get their whiskey and play the numbers until around 9 o'clock.
A man, poorly dressed, short, with black hair, about thirty years of age, burst into the store in an agitated state.
"Call the police! I've been mugged!"
"Where?" asked the cashier.
"Right outside! Right there! A Mexican guy mugged me. I'm a Mexican too," he responded - I thought the Mexican references were rather odd.
"Hurry up, he'll get away, he took my wallet," the Mexican insisted.
"I'm calling now," responded the clerk, phone in hand.
"No good to call them, they won't do anything," said the grizzly old man. "I'm an Indian, veteran of the Korean war...."
"You don't know nothing. You aren't the police," said the Mexican.
"I'm an Indian and a veteran of the Korean War, and I'm telling you, it does no good to call the police here, they won't help you even if they come," the Indian declared.
"Leave me alone, you puta!" the Mexican was getting really hot under the collar.
"Don't you call me a puta, you puta!" yelled the Indian.
"Puta!" the Indian responded.
"Puta!"
"Puta!"
The cashier spoke to the police and hung up the phone. The angry exchange between the Mexican and the Indian continued, but it did not phase her one bit. It was an ordinary event for the Shamrock in the Compassion Zone. That's why we refer to it fondly as the S---- rock. It's the only place open when the sidewalks are rolled up and almost everybody goes back to the burbs after work. Some people who live in the area want it torn down since it attracts vagrants and predators. As far as I'm concerned, it should stay, more people should move into the area, more stores should be opened up, and maybe the cops will look after the neighborhood around their headquarters then.
Anyway, having had enough of the childish but amusing exchange, I left behind another flurry of hot putas and exited into the frigid morn.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
April 5, 2004
Most of my neighbors have stopped going to the Shamrock even though it is the only place open in the neighborhood on Sunday. Just the sight of poorly dressed men lined up for half-pints, six-packs of quarts, cheap smokes, and lottery cards scares them away, not to mention the aggressive panhandling at the counter, against house rules, especially when you have change coming from a ten or twenty. But I still drop in there almost every day. Usually it is not what goes on inside that is alarming, but rather what might be waiting for you on the way to and from the store.
Last Sunday an ambulance and fire truck were just leaving as I walked in. There had been a seizure outside, I was told. The store was not busy, just a half-dozen customers. I got my Sunday paper, a purchase I regretted after I went through it - the Sunday edition is usually excellent, but not this one. Of course I picked up an empty paper cup and lid from the counter so I could get coffee from the machine in the back of the store - I confess that I take extra creamers and sugar. Also a sugar-coated sort of bun-thing in cellophane - it was disgusting. There goes almost four bucks. A cleanly dressed young man - he looked like a college kid - wanted some of my change at the counter, and he was told he could not panhandle in the store. Several people were standing in front of the place and sitting on the wall alongside the store as I exited - two men eyed my bag intently: slim pickings.
It was a gorgeous day. As I crossed the parking lot between the old library and Old St. Patrick's Church on my way back to my cave, a large pit bull started barking, and ran towards me. As it struggled to squeeze through a barrier on the edge of the lot, I figured I would give the disgusting frosted roll I had already taken a bit out of to the dog if it charged me. The barking did not seem particularly threatening, and just seemed to say, "What are you doing here? Who the heck are you?" Well, the pit bull did not come to the attack. Such is life.
Later in the day, Bob pointed out some blood splattered about a dozen feet along the 8th Street side of Old St. Patrick's, saying it was quite red in color when he first noticed it. I made like a member of CSI, with an imaginary flashlight, swab and test tube, and said it was human blood, and it appeared to have originated from a bloody nose, maybe after a fist fight, or something innocuous. Whatever. At which point a young couple got out of a Volkswagen, stared at the Cosmopolitan Condominiums, got back in their car and drove away. We hung out for awhile with an elderly couple outside of the University Tower next door, exercising "extreme caution" as advised by the property manager.
Bob said he admired me for even going to the Shamrock during daylight hours, and for being so gregarious with everyone in the area, considering how dangerous the situation is. I said that the mayor was right, the Compassion Zone is not as dangerous as some people think it is, although it is more dangerous that what others believe it to be. As for me, I said I prefer to know who is around, and feel a lot safer when I do.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
On Multitasking Stupidity
Multitasking or doing several things at once is the craze in all walks of life in this fast-paced age. For example, former Denver mayor Wellington E. Webb went to Kansas City, Missouri, in December of 2003 and advised the Downtown Council, a landlord organization, on how to revitalize the downtown.
"You have to be in a hurry, and you can be thorough while you're in a hurry, but you have to do more than one project at a time," said Webb, after advising the Downtown Council to just ignore naysayers. "Don't wait a long time to get everybody to buy in." (1)
Kansas City's Mayor Kay Barnes and its City Manager Wayne Cauthen took Mr. Webb's advice to heart - before his arrival in Kansas City, Mr. Cauthen was Mr. Webb's assistant in Denver. All sorts of projects funded largely by the public were subsequently approved in Kansas City over the objections of the naysayers, whose protests were unheard via mainstream media unless they had a great deal of money for advertising.
Kansas City Star Sports Columnist Joe Posnansky was more single-minded than the scatter-brained multitaskers. He urged real estate developers and the Mayor and City Manager to focus on building a new arena downtown. He said the old Kemper Arena down by the tracks (the Bottoms) just would not do for the Big 12 and NCAA tournaments - among other things, he said Kemper Arena had a narrow selection of pretzels, and the plumbing was leaky . He said civic leaders should not be pulled in 12 different directions because of other, less important items on the plate: bad roads, bad schools, bad zoos, and inadequate indigent health care. Those sort of things will be around forever, he said, hence the leadership should focus on the golden opportunity to build a new arena. (2)The arena proposal was approved after an acrimonious public campaign: the naysayers were heard this time because Enterprize Rent-a-Car, the largest car rental agency in town and the country, objected to it - Mayor Barnes, with the help of Sprint CEO Gary Foresee (Sprint got the naming rights to the arena), defamed Enterprise for being a St. Louis corporation with ulterior motices. Even a couple of Kansas City Star columnist, ordinarily big boosters for multiple big-corporation projects via the TSF (tax slush fund), advocated a less multitasked approach to revitalization.
Occasional protest from some prominent naysayer shall never serve to dampen enthusiasm for multitasking, not in sprawling, scatterbrained Kansas City, the city where newcomer Edwin J. Shannahan in 1911 coined the phrase "Heart of America" for the Kansas City booster spirit. The further the city is spread out, the more difficult it becomes for a city slicker to pull the wool over everyone's eyes, so it becomes increasingly important to just ignore naysayers who do not appreciate perpetual boodling and boondogling, fast-paced fleecing, and, worst of all, because of its aggravation of public stupidity, multitasking.
Workplace newspaper columnists who write employer litany for the CareerBuilder section may talk up multitasking until they are blue in the face, but not every resident of the Great Blue Country (Missouri) is keen on the subject. Still, people can not just say nay to their employers, not if they want to eat. Bank Midwest's advertisement for a financial analyst/accountant must have had enthusiastic responses from self-motivated applicants; one important requirement:
"Must be able to hand multiple tasks concurrently." (sic) (3)
Take note that good grammar must not be employed in headlines, advertisements, and resumés. Complete sentences, with personal pronouns, and repetition of the person's proper name, are much too personal for resumés.
Alas, when are people going to wake up to the obvious fact that multitasking is making them stupid? Of course that is a stupid question. After thousands of multitaskers read the warning in the Wall Street Journal (4), they went right back to multitasking!
"A growing body of scientific research shows that trying to save time by doing two or three things at once actually can make you less efficient and, well, stupider. Multitasking can take longer overall and may leave you with reduced brain power to perform each task," quote the WSJ. According to David Meyer, a psychology professor at the University of Michigan, chronic high-stress multitasking is linked to short-term memory loss. If you do not believe that, read the study published in the Journal of Experimental Psychology, or ask Marcel Just of Carnegie Mellon University - see the study published in Neuroimage, or just take a look around the office boxes.
The stupidity of people inside of the box is of course more obvious to anyone who has actually been thinking outside of the box for some time, probably because she is unemployed, so there is evidence that the stupidity acquired from multitasking is reversible. We have all heard this stupid cliche from inside of the box: "Think outside of the box." To think outside of the box, one has to crawl out of the box made by multitasking and fast-pacing and the like, and concentrate on priorities.
That being said, never mind. Multitasking might work out for Kansas City on the whole if everyone will focus on doing their little part of the great revitalization task.
(1)'Denver's ex-mayor shares expertise', The Kansas City Star, December 3, 2003
(2) 'KC suffers from arena envy', The Kansas City Star. March 13, 2004
(3) Help Wanted, The Kansas City Star, March 14, 2004
(4) 'Multitasking can make you stupid, study finds', Health Watch, Wall Street Journal, c. 2002
Monday, January 31, 2005
Enroute to the Final Solution
Abandon your sick joy, Kansas City,
These tears of mine you see
Speak not to coup d 'etat
But are as mist on wintry seas
I must forever sail.
I came to you as refugee,
A stranger in your midst
But in your towers that so search the sky,
There is no place for me,
Nor in your modern streets.
I'll dream of you, I'll dream of you,
The beauty of your hills.
But when I wake I'll wake to Truth
And walk away from you
(Though not entirely free)
For I'll be guided to the Compassion Zone
By Compassion Zone police.
--by Ruth--
Parole in the Compassion Zone
June 24, 2004
I have lately encountered many parolees chatting in the back of a bus that goes up and down Main Street. I was listening in on a lively discussion just yesterday, and heard an ex-convict say that he did not like the "honor system" very much, that prison-life was better than living in the half-way house.
Another fellow said that was nonsense, because if a man serves his whole time and has no place to go when he gets out, he is dumped on the street in the cold with nothing but a few bucks, and when that is gone, he has no choice but to steal, maybe mug some old man or woman walking out of the convenience store, or hold up the store itself. But if he is in the honor system, he has a place to stay, and some help with finding work.
"That's right," remarked another fellow, "and don't run away, because that will get you a couple more years on your sentence."
Although I have never served time, I joined the discussion. I said I was running into a lot of parolees downtown, and wondered why there were so many.
A parolee declared that the prison business and the honor system business are very profitable businesses. He said lots of legitimate companies feed off crime. The state has twenty-some prisons, he figured, and in this state you can get thrown into prison for almost anything - lots of people are sent up for some minor first offense. He said he drew a four-year sentence after his estranged wife called him up and told him to come get his property out of the house. After he did just that, he claimed that he was arrested for violating the restraining order prohibiting him from coming within so many feet of her. She testified for him at the trial, to no avail. It was his first offense, but he mouthed off to the judge, and he was sent up. What upset him the most was the loss of his $50,000 job as a computer programmer - the company will not take him back. At least that was his story.
"Well, what are some of the rules for parole?" I asked him.
"First of all, you can't leave the state."
"Even worse," chimed in another man, "you can't drink or do drugs."
"What? Not even a beer?" I asked.
"There's a way to work it, a way to have a drink once in awhile, but better not do drugs," a heavilly tatooed man chimed in. "The tests vary to pick up different kinds of drugs. If you have been smoking or otherwise using nicotine, you have to take cessation classes."
"You're kidding!" I said.
"No, that's the God's truth, but smoking cigarettes can be worked into the schedule."
"Is there any help getting jobs?"
"Yeah."
"Housing?"
"There are half-way houses at first, then housing assistance if you qualify."
"Good grief!" I exclaimed. "I think I qualify for parole. I don't drink, don't smoke, don't do any drugs except caffeine, can't seem to get out of the state, could use some shelter and work - so where do I apply?"
"You have to commit a crime first, get busted, serve some time, then you can get benefits."
"Aw Shucks!"
April 3, 2004
As I walked through the Compassion Zone at 4:30 pm on Friday, I thought about how nice it would be to hang out at the Plaza or other pleasant spots on a Friday evening. I did just that on two evenings after my arrival in Kansas City, but I learned my lesson the hard way: on both occasions I was harassed on my return to the Compassion Zone, the first time by a man armed with a pistol. By the way, I like to walk, and I cannot afford a car.
As I approached the beautiful old library on Ninth and Locust, I noticed that there were no Yellow Jackets around. Now the privately employed Yellow Jackets, or "safety ambassadors," do a good job keeping the neighborhood relatively safe when they are about; but they do not work at night, and would not if they could: "It is too dangerous at night, and we are not cops," one said.
Sure enough, there were numerous groups of two or three vagrants on the street. Since I had not dressed way down, I stuck out like a sore thumb, and many pairs of eyes stared at me. I was greeted by two aggressive panhandlers - the panhandlers are usually lone wolves. One just waved, smiled and said Hello: he was a regular, a professional hustler, and he knew me; the other man asked for money. I continued on my way, observing how pitiful some of the vagrants looked. Which reminded me that I had noted some time before that Mayor Kay Barnes, at a faith-based community meeting, had not advised Christians to go out and bring a "homeless" person home.
If the mayor had thus advised the followers of Christ to just bring home some homeless person off the street, they would have been ill-advised unless they were excellent judges of people and were prepared to sacrifice their lives in some cases.
When I arrived at my guest room at the University Tower Apartments, I found a paper had been slipped under my door. I scanned it as I entered the room, and noticed the following:
IMPORTANT - PLEASE READ CAREFULLY To all Residents of University Tower Apartments:April 2, 2004
NOTICE
Please be advised that an incident occurred.... A female adult was attacked.... The victim was taken for medical treatment at Truman Medical.... No one can assure your safety.... We request everyone including guests to exercise extreme caution when outside the building.... Your security is your responsibility and that of the local law enforcement agencies.... Call 911.... Respectfully.... Property Manager
Heaven forbid, again! I thought, and recalled the little going-away party in the library the Tuesday previous, for a little old lady who had lived in the building for several years: she had had her door pushed in by the "cookie salesman," was assaulted and robbed, so she decided to move. That sort of thing is happening all over the city even in well-secured buildings; and lightning seldom strikes twice in the same place; but we understood why she moved. In fact, I came several thousand miles to Kansas City for the express purpose of moving my father out of the dangerous Compassion Zone; that being accomplished, I seem to have replace him!
I went down to the lobby after reading the NOTICE to get the scoop on what happened. The manager had gone home by then, so I tuned in to the gossip. Not much was known except that a forty-year old woman from Lawrence, Kansas, had invited a male guest into an apartment on the floor above mine, where he stabbed her. Her liver was penetrated; she was bleeding out badly. It was unclear where she had met the attacker, but it was thought to be at a bus stop. The police have a description and a video tape.
Maybe the predator had hustled her nearby, said he was hungry or whatever. We do not know. We have seen nothing on the news about it. Rumor has it that bad news in the building is virtually blacked out to protect the interests of Time Equities of New York in the University Tower's sister-building next door, Metropolitan Condominiums - formerly Pinnacle Tower.
Time Equities recently closed a deal for the purchase of properties in the core downtown, City Center Square and the Jones property, key components of the huge Kansas City Live District, a seven-block downtown revitalization project pressed by Mayor Kay Barnes and approved by the City Council - nearly one-half billion dollars of tax incentives will reimburse the developers for about eighty-percent of the cost. Time Equities also bought the Pinnacle in the Compassion Zone, and converted it into Metropolitan Condominiums. Kansas City officials at one time wanted Time Equities to make a larger commitment to the blighted Compassion Zone, but the firm refused albeit the "blighted" area consists of very few buildings. The New York developer coveted the University Tower, but the Texas management company held out for a higher price than the city had appraised the property at. The property is presently under an intention to purchase agreement with another buyer.
Both towers mentioned, along with the gutted-out tower behind the two, the Vista Del Rio tower on Admiral Boulevard, were once the three towers of a retirement residence complex established by the University of Missouri. The complex has long been the subject of gossip including allegations of real estate fraud and tax fraud in which city officials allegedly colluded with impunity; there are so many tall tales bandied about the neighborhood that it is difficult to ascertain exaclty what is going on.. In any case, the effect of the events on the senior-citizen community, including the recent Time Equities takeover, have been tragic, thus the properties have a terrible reputation with every social worker who has been around the city for awhile.
After hearing numerous complaints from old people in their 80s and 90s, about the allegedly "criminal" conduct in respect to the original Vista Del Rio retirement complex over the years, I contacted Kansas City Star Kevin Collison, the business reporter who reported on the assembly of the Kansas City Live District project and other city-supported developments. I asked him to look into the allegations since there might be quite a story there; he was not immediately interested; but the Metropolitan Condominium project has been covered, and pre-construction advertising now appears in the Star.
As for the allegations of a bad-news blackout in the Compassion Zone , I doubt they are true. Crime is widespread over the Metro area and police and news reporters are thinly spread over same; residents of other neighborhoods have told me they knew of unreported robberies and murders in their neighborhoods.
A police source informed me that the Compassion Zone is not regularly patrolled because the downtown area is just too dead to warrant much attention except for routine drug stings at the Cherry Inn - which security guards in the area would like to see turned into another parking lot. Residents know better not to come out at night, so that keeps the crime rate down. I unwittingly stayed overnight the Cherry Inn during a brief 1997 visit with my father; there was a gun battle outside my room that night, near the pay phone used by the drug dealers - I had my brother come and take me to Lawrence.
Yet another police source told me that the Compassion Zone is a sort of unofficial sanctuary for vagrants; they are not harassed there so they will stay away from the property of major landlords a few blocks west.
The historic City Hall and Police Headquarters are located in the historic Civic Center at the heart of the Compassion Zone - the most dangerous "blighted" area is three to six blocks away from the Police Headquarters and City Hall. The mayor, city manager, and police chief attended a February community meeting to appear to listen to the concerns of beleaguered downtown residents who have little political clout because they are so few in number. Many residents who moved downtown moved away because of the lack of police security and amenities such as grocery and clothing stores. When the subject of police security was raised at the meeting, Kevin Collison reported that the police chief greeted it with disappointing platitudes; the mayor said the downtown was not as dangerous as residents perceived it to be: "I do believe we have a safer and more secure downtown than many people believe." City Manager Wayne Cauthen was relatively quiet at the meeting, but said he had "taken note of things you have mentioned and will be certain they're taken care of in due time. A few weeks later he cut the police budget by a million dollars.
After I digested the information about the murder attempt in the Compassion Zone, I risked venturing over to the only store open in the zone, the Diamond Shamrock convenience store, to buy a phone card. I did not feel as much compassion and pity for the people loitering around the streets under the dull yellow sodium lighting as I had felt earlier, at 4:30 pm. One of them was yelling at me from a half-block away; he walked toward me, but I did not recognize him because he was in a very dark spot, so I walked briskly towards the store - he followed me for a half-block.
During my stroll back from the Shamrock, it occurred to me to make a constructive suggestion to Mayor Kay Barnes: improve the lighting in the area, install surveillance cameras and face-recognition software. Then the cops could keep an eye on the area, and eventually identify wanted criminals and track those on probation. Wherefore I will send this journal entry over to the mayor and to the city manager and the City Council.

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Thursday, January 13, 2005
The Unemployment Corner: the Ideal Resume
It is crucial for unemployed people who want off the Unemployment Corner to study the employment market to determine what employers are looking for in employees and to draft their resumes accordingly. I happen to be a generalist, so I studied the want ads, found out what employers generally want, then wrote the resume below. I sent out 6,000 copies yesterday, and am looking forward to the results.