I am filling my retirement with the intent to serve civic good. Engaging, in various venues and manners, in group decision-making.
Whenever you get a bunch of folks together, of course, to make decisions, to take actions, there will be differences of views. Different notions, opinions, perspectives.
How can one engage calmly and effectively with people with whom you are highly likely to disagree?
At my best, I’m pretty good it. A big key is helping lower others’ defensiveness by asking questions and listening intently. Stating one’s own views is risky, even when asked.
At my worst, I’m annoying and overly contentious. Needing to prove my own points. Quickly rebutting others’ arguments.
But either way, I seem to be drawn toward exploring human conflict. And in the last 72 hours… have I ever been running headfirst into that!
Specifics? You want specifics? Ok, here are some scenes from a life of contention. Views on parade.
The Israel-Gaza War
I’m poised to take on the position of president of Temple Beth Hatfiloh (TBH) in July. So, folks are already coming to me asking questions, expressing opinions and requesting actions.
On Tuesday, a fellow temple board member called to say she wanted to talk. She told me about seeing war protesters at The Evergreen State College (TESC – my alma mater) occupy Red Square – that’s the name of the main campus plaza. She had read their posted demands that included banning academic programs in and about Israel and Zionism and divestment of institutional funds that involve Israel. The former being a direct assault on academic freedom, the latter part of an international movement to isolate and condemn the state of Israel’s very existence, much like the anti-Apartheid movement applied to South Africa. She was upset about what she saw at TESC and other recent personal experiences that felt like careening antisemitism.
After our call, I decided to go over to Red Square to get a sense of the dynamic. I called a friend who lived near campus to join me.
When we arrived, we saw a gathering of about 25 students. A boom box was blaring what I presumed to be Palestinian-Arab music, but otherwise the scene was peaceful and even serene. A handful of tents had been erected, and people were playing ball games and milling about.
As we approached the center of Red Square, a young woman in a red blouse came to us and asked if we had any questions. She was calm and offered to explain what was going on. This is what we heard from her:
- The administration and protesters were negotiating terms for their withdrawal from Red Square.
- She had heard that they had come close to an agreement which would include:
- Removal of all TESC investment from “Occupied Palestine.”
- The university’s call for a cease fire in Gaza, a freeze on Jewish settlements in the West Bank, and the right of return for all Palestinians to their homes.
- Elimination of all academic programs in “Occupied Palestine.” No sabbaticals or student visits to the country.
- Elimination of all programs that teach Zionism (e.g., what Professor Nancy Koppelman is teaching in her Many Israels class.)
I also ended up talking with another young man wearing a keffiyeh who was the one using his boom box. He presented as soft-spoken and sincere. In addition to what we heard from the previously referenced young woman, he said that it was his hope that all Israeli Jews with dual nationalities would leave Palestine. He wasn’t clear what should happen to the other 7 million Jews. He said he hadn’t thought that question through. Then he asked us, in a hushed, almost insecure way, whether we were supporters of his effort. I assured him that we wanted the violence to stop.
We parted his company. Never directly confronting his opinions or the protesters demands.
But that’s not the end of the story of Jewish-centered conflict. For later that evening at the temple, a celebration of the end of Passover – the Jewish Moroccan-based holiday of Mimouna – was set to commence. Jean and I had already decided to attend the event, but my concern for the safety of Jewish gatherings was elevated by world events.
While TESC’s scene was calm enough, violence had been breaking out that day at multiple college campuses around the country, topically centered on the war in Gaza. School buildings were occupied and clashes between Pro-Palestinian and Pro-Israel advocates were accelerating.
When we arrived at TBH, I told Jean that I wanted to stand by the newly built exterior gate and function as a greeter. I had misremembered that the temporary new protocol was to leave that gate open and to have the greeter function be at the main door. Our Rabbi Seth, who was providing the greeter function at the door, saw me at the gate and asked me what I was doing. We immediately got into a mini-confrontation about protocol, and whether the exigent circumstances did or did not call for heightened precautions. I backed down, but there was real tension there between us.
Later we talked it out and acknowledged that recent political events were increasing both our reactiveness.
The Mimouna event went off without a hitch. It was lovely and fun.
I did speak with Nancy Koppelman who was there. She showed me a set of pictures and narratives which were disturbing. They were documents promulgated by the TESC protesters and included misleading and highly provocative language which was threatening to her and to anyone in opposition to their point of view. I offered support to Nancy who affirmed that she was not backing down from her academic freedom rights and responsibilities and would go on with her course. She said she had the administration’s backing. (Do check out her course in the above link.)
As it happened, I had spoken a day before with a past-president of TBH who suggested that Evan Ferber – the retired head of the local Dispute Resolution Center – would be a good person to lead a discussion of TBH member feelings about the events in the Middle East and their impact on our Jewish lives in Olympia. I saw Evan at the Mimouna celebration and we sat down to talk. I suggested that he lead a discussion and he replied that he and his daughter Eliana (a close friend of my son Zac) had just suggested such an event to Rabbi Seth a few days before. I’m now hopeful that that will happen. A gentle and productive way of expressing one’s feelings during a time of great conflict.
Port of Olympia Land Use Impacts on Downtown Olympia
I sit on the Board of the Olympia Downtown Alliance, where I represent TBH. ODA is a “Main Street” program which advocates for and provides services to downtown Olympia businesses, non-profits, and residents. I have been chairing the Vibrancy Committee, which, among other things, oversees our downtown guides, graffiti abatement, and maintenance service programs.
At yesterday’s board meeting, ODA was asked to weigh in on land use plans for the Port of Olympia property, which lies directly to the north of the ODA jurisdiction. As a former contract planner for the Port 35 plus years ago, I am aware of many of the complexities of Port land use decisions.
My input into the ODA Board discussion was to be cautious of staking too strong a stance ahead of what is now looking like some seismic changes in the internal politics and positions of the Port. The conversation around the table was thoughtful and productive. I have been so impressed by the maturity and intelligence of ODA leadership, and for me, it has been fun to be back involved in city planning issues… something I left behind for the most part, when I joined State Parks.
Traffic Court
In March, I received a letter from Seattle Municipal Court, stating that I was given a traffic ticket for speeding in a school zone. The notice said I had the right to appeal and provided me photos and even a video of my alleged infraction.
In looking at the video it was clear: the school zone flashing light started less than a second before I passed it on the road. There was no practical means for me to even see it, never mind quickly putting my foot on the brake pedal to comply. I decided to contest the $236 ticket and the pre-hearing conference with a judge was set for yesterday.
The pre-hearing was held online and it was complicated to sign up for the visual connection. But I finally did figure it out and eventually the judge and I were face-to-face on computer screens. Then, hilarity ensued.
The judge had extended difficulty bringing up my case on her screen. She complained mightily about how the new system was much more complex than the old one. Eventually, she was able to bring up not only my case, but the video that showed my practical innocence. Before dismissing my charges, we got into a lengthy discussion about the problems with the police review of electronically triggered violations which has escalated since Covid; about her life growing up in southern Illinois; about my grandson’s name – especially the Antolept part; and about her property tax burden in Seattle which annually approximated the cost of her initial home purchase. She would gladly retire, but the taxes were killing her. We laughed a lot. Dare I say, even flirted.
I sadly informed her that I needed to move on with the day.
Parks and Rec
I sit on the city of Olympia Parks and Recreation Advisory Committee (PRAC) and I Chair a separate Olympia Metropolitan Park District Advisory Committee (OMPD AC). The latter committee meets twice yearly and has a simple task: confirm that the tax allocations of the Park District have been budgeted properly to the city’s parks department. That’s it. A compliance observation function.
But I – and apparently only I – want the OMPD AC to also analyze the relationship between the budgeted funds allotted to Parks and the actual funds that should have gone to Parks if the revenue forecasts were accurate. Follow that? Doesn’t matter. Suffice to say, it somehow matters to me, and I received push back from staff and even push back from one other advisory committee member.
This request for additional information – which in my mind is a trust-building exercise and the core purpose of having the oddly established OMPD in the first place (again, too much detail to explain here) – is only one of the problems I’m seeing/causing with my city parks advisory committee responsibilities. Tomorrow, I have a meeting with the Mayor and a councilwoman to go over a set of suggested changes to PRAC and OMPD AC procedures and department processes. I am (mostly) allied with a set of parks citizen advocates on this initiation. I’m not at all clear that I have any agreement with the Chair of PRAC who has been absent for much of her tenure and has not responded to my repeated efforts to coordinate the upcoming meeting tomorrow that she too is scheduled to attend.
Did I somehow offend the PRAC Chair? Are my suggestions nutso? Who knows? What is clear is that when the objective of interaction with someone who is likely to disagree with you is to understand the other’s ideas and positions, that’s the easy part. Having anyone listen to your ideas and hopes… much harder.
City of Olympia Security Guard
When one walks into City Hall for an evening PRAC or OMPD AC meeting, there is a security guard who lets you through the door. Last night I decided to strike up a conversation. An older, heavy-set man in uniform, I asked him whether he was responsible for sitting there only when advisory committees were meeting at night, or every evening. He said it was the latter.
He then got into a soliloquy about the nature and effectiveness of civic protesting. Not surprisingly, he was no fan of that kind of political action. A fair summary of his basic analysis was that the protesters were stupid, spoiled and counter effective. I nodded compassionately and excused myself to go to the meeting.
Thai Restauranteur
After OMPD AC, I walked over to meet Jean at the Olympia Center where she was finishing her French class. As the students were departing, they saw me waiting outside and mentioned how wonderful Jean was as a teacher. I concurred. Then I took Jean out for a Thai dinner down the block.
The waiter, it turned out, was also the restaurant owner. He had just purchased the restaurant in the last month and was in the process of upgrading its offerings. He was a Vietnamese refugee who came to this country when he was ten. His early years in Vietnam were ones of great privation. Poverty, even difficulty in finding food, and a separated family (his mother came to the US first and then brought her children here years later) became drivers for him to succeed in his new country.
He has since gone back to Vietnam twice, witnessed extraordinary economic growth and prosperity there, was critical of over-regulation of business in the US, and was working from 6 in the morning to 10:30 at night every day to make it. I suggested that some regulation was helpful but didn’t really challenge his basic thesis.
Oh yes, and the meal was beautifully presented and quite delicious. You learn a lot by just listening.