Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Stranded Child

Stranded Child
By
Robert W. Stanford

Previous to the September 11th 2001 tragedy in New York, yet in that very same year, I happened to come across a homeless girl of 10 years of age, living with her mother in and around Moose Park.

The mother of this child was an intravenous drug user, possessing a serious and life threatening dependency on the injection of several controlled substances, including, but not limited to methamphetamine and black tar heroin. Both child and mother were constantly surrounded by several adult males. Many of whom were often confrontational with me because my presence and interaction with the mother and the child made them suspect that I was perhaps an under-cover police officer.

From my interviews with the child and mother I was able to make the determination that though the child did not appear to be malnourished, she had not bathed in an extremely long period of time and was suffering from a lice infestation that was causing multiple large sores on her scalp. Further, the many men in her surrounding environment had questionable character and value traits, since many, if not all, were seriously addicted to various controlled substances as well.

For a majority of the time, day or night, the mother had no knowledge of the specific location of the child, nor did she ever seem to be concerned about the well being of her child.
After having spent three days personally investigating this situation, I called the Stanislaus County Child Protective Services Department Main line.

The person I spoke with, told me in no uncertain terms, "We can’t just go and look for a little girl in the park."

Not only did I feel this statement was unprofessional; I felt that it was uncaring and insensitive to the actual needs which I knew for a fact were in our community. Right here in Moose Park.
I then called a friend of mine, who has now since retired from the Stanislaus County Child Protective Services Department. Fortunately, through many contacts he had still at his disposal, he was able to get the ball rolling, so that within the space of another five days, the child was removed from this dangerous environment.

One can only speculate on what this little girl’s chances are to avoid in life the pre-determined pit-falls bestowed on any child exposed to similar circumstances, but if the apathy demonstrated to me during my initial contact with the Stanislaus County Child Protective Services Department, are of any indication of the amount, we as a community care about an innocent ten year old girl stranded in a secluded park with an apathetic, strung out guardian, forced to live amongst parolees, sex-offenders and junkies, I would think any child’s chances of a fruitful future are quite dismal indeed.

Robert Stanford

Communication is the Key

Communication is the key

Communication is the key that unlocks the shackles of fear, guilt, hatred, and apathy in our communities.

Although at first, the subject and discussion of communication is quickly identified, categorized, and usually affirmed as understood when stated by an individual or an organization, it is in fact needed by two self-identifying parties such as a police department and a community group.

As a Civil Rights activist, I have often witnessed that when a community feels it has been treated unfairly in some way, an immediate knee-jerk reaction occurs in which communication, regardless of its previous state, will consist more of verbal missiles lobbed by various members of the community. Accusations are made and historical events are recited. Law enforcement generally becomes defensive, while under advice of their city and/or county legal advisors, and denial becomes its position.

The heated debate is, more often then not, reduced to nothing more than accusations that usually cannot be addressed in a forum, if at all, and denial of those accusations results in an involuntary denial of the reassurance previously sought by the community from local law enforcement.

At a recent Modesto National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) meeting, a police officer fielded an accusation of police profiling by saying, "My wife complains of the same thing every time she brings home another speeding ticket." This was said in a "Take my wife, please" humorous manner to make his point of denial to the accusation of prevalent profiling as palatable as he could.

"Is she white?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied, showing me right away that he had not put much thought into a response if the issue were to arise. Nothing more was mentioned for the remainder of the meeting although a few people traded glances as though speaking aloud, "Naturally" or "Typical".

Many of us present that evening would have absolutely loved a statement to the effect, "Yes. I am aware that in a few incidents profiling exists, but I assure you that we, as a department, are taking proactive steps to address them."

But there is no way the officer can say anything like that, especially at an NAACP meeting. He is only authorized to say what he has been instructed to say in response to general questions or statements regarding the conduct of all personnel within the police department.

This is the point at which communication between a community and its local law enforcement begins to break down. It breaks down on the side of the community because many feel that their concerns are invalidated and/or their experiences are dismissed out of hand as though their concerns are not important. This particularly angers parents who feel their children have been mistreated.

Communication breaks down on the side of law enforcement because officers may feel that the community’s concerns place them in a catch-22 type situation; If they admit to any flaws in procedure or problems with any officer, they may inadvertently open themselves up to possible legal problems, or the current forum may escalate to an undesirable state of affairs whether they answer or not.

Though what I have just described is in fact communication, it is strangled before it can benefit either side. An opportunity for growth is missed due to the inability of both sides to sufficiently empathize with the other. The "We’re all in this together" attitude must be addressed and considered before conversation can begin.

Venting, taking opportunities to let one side know how they other feels, may very well be important if not necessary. However, if that is all that occurs, great opportunities for understanding by both parties are missed by all.

To achieve successful communication, either to effectively change the community or to give fair warning against inappropriate actions against the community by local law enforcement, it is absolutely vital to be mindful of ecclesiastical philosophy; i.e. there is a time and place for everything.

Asking questions before meetings is beneficial to success. Questions such as: Who is the real audience? The police or the press? Are there others who may not be sure where you stand? What exactly would you want the police to do? Grant amnesty to a specific group? Practice affirmative action with their arrest and/or stopping procedures? Reduce or increase their presence in specified areas of the community? Usually, it comes down to either modifying procedures or starting or stopping activities. What activities would you like the police to start or stop? Stop daily harassment of homeless persons in a certain area? Start diversity training? Reach out more to the community? How? More importantly perhaps, how does local law enforcement feel about the things you want?

A couple of years ago, I witnessed a pre-teen Chicano child dressed in Converse tennis shoes, baggy pants and sporting a white t-shirt reaching his knees, stopped by police officers working with the Stanislaus County Gang Task Force Unit.

I immediately approached the officer and demanded, "Hey, wait, wait, wait, what’s your probable cause here?"

"He was riding his bicycle in the street," replied the officer, knowing who I was, and pausing for my response rather then ordering me to stand back or walk on, etc.

On this particular street in a desperate area of Modesto, there are no sidewalks, shoulders, or bike lanes. Further, by the child riding his bicycle in the street, moving with traffic, he was still well within his rights and not breaking any laws.

My first thought was to confront the officer, in front of witnesses, with the facts that he did not have probable cause to stop and roust the Chicano child. Instead, it occurred to me that, since the officer had paused, he was ready to listen (to whatever extent) to what I had to say. I had an opportunity to avoid a typical verbal scrimmage and effectively communicate with him as opposed to communicating against him.

I decided to forego my usual combative and often threatening response consisting of an insistence of releasing his subject because he did not, in fact, have probable cause, therefore leaving his circumstances open to criticism as an act of racial/cultural profiling. I let him off the hook and said, "When the neighbors that live around here see you do things like this, they think you’re profiling. They don’t know what your probable cause is."

He then turned and let his subject go, then turned back to me and gruffly asked, "Any more questions?"

I know the officer understood that his probable cause was non-existent and perhaps we were both a bit frustrated after not having expressed what we both wanted to, but I felt that we were all winners, even if by a little, tiny bit. I validated his actions with a reason for my concern. In turn, he listened to what I said, and released the child. Win-Win.

We do not have to accept a point of view, or even believe it, to acknowledge it. Once a side takes the first step to create discussion, real communication can follow, if both sides care enough to express their feelings to each other, no matter what those feelings are. There exists the opportunity for something beautiful and amazing to grow between all persons involved. The ramifications can be miraculous.

Robert Stanford
Airport Neighborhood Activist
http://www.google.com/search?source=ig&hl=en&rlz=&q=%22robert+Stanford%22+modesto

The High Price of Heroism

The High Price of Heroism

Many of us have had the great fortune of having lived in the United States all our lives, never so much as once being exposed to a world lacking in so many of the everyday things we have come to take for granted at our earliest ages. Those things which we assume everyone else in our community enjoy as well.

We are taught by our community what is considered appropriate and that boldness combined with the expression of unique ideas or truths may lead to embarrassment and ridicule or much, much worse. For the most part, we as American Citizens have become creatively and compassionately sterile and quiet. When all the while, there are secrets which we all know should never be kept (i.e. DUI, AIDS, etc.).

So precious is the one individual that suddenly breaks away from conventional wisdom and speaks out, with a faltering and nervous voice or reaches out, with a shaking and timid hand to anyone or on behalf of any cause.

And so sad are the all too frequent moments that the individual must pay a hefty and sometimes even lethal price for their selfless and charitable efforts. With dirty and/or suspicious looks and words from those surrounding them. Some of whom they may even admire. Such is the risk those take when stepping away from the ocean waves of popular opinion. They begin thinking for themselves and stand up for what their hearts tell them is bright and true.

If it sounds to you that I know how this feels, you would be quite correct. I could not even begin to count the times that I have been jeered, laughed at, thrown out, and yes even beaten senseless by rednecks and law enforcement both, for saying those things I knew in my heart needed to be said. And I said them, trusting in constitutional rights of freedom of speech to do so.
And even to this very day, my reputation and name are being pillaged by the most publicly celebrated of local community and cultural leaders. Those who prefer I keep secrets, turn my head and look the other way (play the game by giving up my turn). All the while, those unable to pay their politically correct prices suffer in unimaginable ways. And for what? What would I receive? A pat on the back by those who would have me call them my leader? Never. And neither would you.

It’s all right now; it’s all right to be afraid, nervous and apprehensive. You are the only on that needs to be proud of you. Those that would prefer you to be quiet or speak other then what you feel will not be standing beside you when your ultimate time of judgment comes. Nor will they be holding your hand as you lay inside your deathbed, recounting these moments as invaluable assets in and of you life. Moments in which you bravely fought for those weaker than yourself. And when those you respect the most ever so subtly twist your words and accuse you of ridiculous atrocities and outrageous conspiracies, you can hold your head up ever so high, knowing that all along, you have performed your duty and fought for truth, justice and the American way. A real super hero. And what’s more, you will finally know for sure who your real friends are. Very quickly too, I might add.

So, if you do decide (or have already decided) to speak up (with or without a cape), I have some tips for you. A few skipping stones of arrogant tid-bits I have collected along my way that will certainly NOT make you task any easier at all.

1. Beware of he/she who takes you aside only to advise you on what or what not to say – anytime and anywhere.

2. Never be afraid to read a previously written statement.

3. Know your facts and know their myths. In that order.

4. Don’t stop speaking for anyone or any other reason until you are done no matter what they say or do. A jury never disregards and neither will anyone else.

5. Only answer the questions you care to. Don’t be afraid to say "No comment" and repeat as needed. (5th amendment – remember?)

6. Regularly monitor freedom of speech and libel/slander laws, as they may change practically with every new court case (I keep various cases printed out and folded with me at all times).

7. Feel free to immediately leave after you’ve finished speaking. And why not? Your job is very well done.

8. Call 911 if you think your’s or another’s safety is in question (no call is ever to small if 911 comes to mind). Even if you are feeling threatened by what may or may not be loosely referred to as authority figures (PoliceOfficers, Security Guards, Men in white coats – or black).

9. Don’t argue unless you want to (see number 5) and if you do want to argue, only argue the way that you want to – for your rights to advocatefor the rights of your cause – if necessary – Don’t let them pull your chain – you are always in complete control of you! And you already finished what you started; (see number 4) so feel free to stop arguing at anytime. Or not.

10. If you really feel the heat and your heart is bleeding from the stings of optical and/or verbal daggers, try and remember it’s all a lot like a casino – if the pit bosses are starin’ you down and sayin’ sly stuff you can’t quite make out, it is only because the evening is ever so much better for you then it is for them. Seriously. 11. And last, but not at al least, please remember this dear reader, whenever anyone tells you like it is, no matter who it is, find out every single fact on your own. You are the only expert you will ever need.So, let the record show now, that you too can be a hero. Suddenly your on your own - Alone.And you look like a fool, but not to everyone. There are those that will see who you really are – a real life super hero and they just might hold your hand.

GO GETTEM’ TIGER! The suffering need someone to cry out for them. Will you cry?

Robert Stanford
Airport Neighborhood Activist
http://www.google.com/search?source=ig&hl=en&rlz=&q=%22robert+Stanford%22+modesto

Gangs are Cults and We are the Solution

GANGS ARE CULTS - WE ARE THE SOLUTION!
BY
ROBERT STANFORD
AIRPORT NEIGHBORHOOD ACTIVIST

Perhaps there are more of us then we realize, that cannot remember times as difficult as times are for us now.

I have always found it ironic that one photo in particular of the aftermath of the Jim Jones People’s Temple tragedy. With bodies strewn across the floor from drinking suicidal Kool-Aid, and prominently displayed on a pillar is a plaque that read, “Those who forget the past will be condemned to repeat it.”
How many of us have forgotten the past? Will anyone reading this remember the Moonies and Hari Krishnas spewing flowers and love in our American airports? Though I am sure everyone reading this remembers Nortenos and Surenos spreading bullets and graffiti throughout our communities, as a society, have we not done a poor job of passing on stories that can be contrasted with current events for understanding and possible solutions?
In the seventies, when a person joined a cult, our society did not consider incarceration with other cult members as a plausible solution. De-programming was an acceptable approach to dealing with cult members. Cult members that would seem to forsake even their parents for the benefit of the cult.
Of course, society’s predominant mental picture, fed to it by the media was a white cult member, a runaway from a broken home perhaps.
Today, it would seem, the public’s mental picture of a gang member is Latino or Black. An image that most white people think represents a weakness inherent within the biological heritage of these racial lines. And then we stop thinking about it all together and this negative stereotyped image (usually male) becomes what we then consider “conventional wisdom” and oh so dangerous when looking toward solutions.
Because, I submit to you, that if the other pieces of the puzzle were included, to fill out this picture beyond the halted comprehension of racial and cultural biasness, the public would see that none of us are immune from these same things our children are falling victim to. None of us are immune to the human natures and natural instincts existing within all of us. The need to belong afflicts all of us as much as the need to be loved.
Unfortunately, we are on our own, when it comes to expanding the story as it is presented by the grand stage of our environments, media, as well as national, state and local governments.
By remembering what we, as a society have been through before and by contrast and comparison, we can find the missing pieces to our problematic puzzles, thereby saving lives and possibly mankind’s very future as well.
Today, in most cities throughout California, there are neighborhoods in which the residents are consistently aware that they are being ruled by two factions: Law enforcement and Street gangs.
Because of the historical evolution of these disparate neighborhoods, law enforcement rule of these neighborhoods are broken into two separate factions of City police and county sheriffs, sometime over-lapping and sometimes not.
For the vast majority of the residents there really is not that much of a significant distinction between the two – a cop is a cop, as it were.
As far as gang rule, however, also being broken into two or sometimes even multiple factions, the distinction can be a deadly mistake if not made correctly, as well as timely.
The gang rule distinction is made by slang, gang signs and colors distributed throughout territories who’s very boundaries constantly change a result of present and ongoing gang warfare and marketing. Warfare that ranges for graffiti to homicide. And these things are only becoming worse.
We feed the gangs with soldiers – our very children. And our solution to solving this problem is to incarcerate our youth, treating them like criminals. They are fully educated and skilled upon their release for only one thing – benefit of the gang. To the death if necessary.
Where do gangs come from? Our prison system which is a viscious conglomerate and the result of our corporate American revolution of greed. But where does the majority of our youth end up? Dead or in and out of the penal system for the rest of their lives, particularly if they are black or latino.
I have seen the heart breaking aftermath of gang violence over and over again in my work as a civil rights activist/advocate.
I have had the ringing in my ears last for hours, after holding a wailing mother, whom I had never met before the funeral of her seventeen year old son, with no one else present but me, the mother, the minister, and the forgotten corpse of her dead son.
I have seen elderly Mexican women feverishly and fearfully practicing new gang signs in preparation to walk to a corner store.
And I have witnessed the fallout of a solution to our gang problems that is as effective as a loose band-aid; children, Latino children, forced to empty their backpacks all over the ground by police officers. These were elementary school children with their only claim to gang involvement being that they were of Latino descent.
Our youth are kidnapped in our very communities and a ransom is set that we have long since forgotten how to pay. We are struck by gangs at our weakest point. The point at which we have forgotten our past. We have forsaken our desire to comfort and support one another for something so much more desirable than our heritage – material wealth and popularity within our limited adult social and political circles. Of all the groups in my area I am involved with - this is all too true.
One day, we as a society will evolve to remember our past and thereby save our future by reaching out – loving and supporting one another equally before any of us or our children will ever have to look to a gang to get what they should be getting at home or from their communities at large.

Copyright 2008 (c) by Robert Stanford/Mundo Hispano - all rights reserved.
Robert Stanford
Airport Neighborhood Activist
http://www.google.com/search?source=ig&hl=en&rlz=&q=%22robert+Stanford%22+modesto

Modesto Airport District Spay/Neuter Clinic - SUCCESS!

Airport District - Spay and Neuter Services - Success!

Saturday, July 26th 2008, the non-profit organization, the Stanislaus County Animal Services Auxiliary held a Mobile Spay & Neuter Clinic from 8 a.m. to 1 p.m. Saturday in the airport neighborhood. The operations were offered at $5, and rabies shots at $2 for those that could provide proof of public assistance or poverty.

Auxiliary President Mary Whetstone took the lead, bright and early at the Sheriff Substation located on Santa Cruz. Several volunteers from the auxiliary showed up, nervously awaiting the animals and pre-set appointments.

I was there as a Spanish translator and general gopher, especially helping with toting large items such as portable kennels and tables. As well as greeting some at the gate, most of which I had to explain to that I had instructed them that they needed to call beforehand to be on the list. The calling was very important, because they would then be given precise instructions on not feeding or watering their animals from 10 pm the previous night.

Many that showed without appointment were in fact people I had encouraged to come earlier and several came by word of mouth, thinking that they could acquire vaccinations at low or no cost for their animals.

All in all it was a success, except that I believe that out of the 23 appointments that were successfully serviced with the spay/neuter services, only 3 were actually residents of the Airport District.

Mary Whetstone, emphatically stated. "3,500 animals arrived at the shelter from the Airport District. This is inhumane. We have GOT to do SOMETHING."

Mary Whetstone and the auxiliary is hoping to have another event this September. This time it will probably be at a location in Ceres, with the focus on the residents of Ceres and some of the South Modesto Area.

Robert Stanford
Airport Neighborhood Activist
http://www.google.com/search?source=ig&hl=en&rlz=&q=%22robert+Stanford%22+modesto

Airport District National Night Out

Yesterday August 5, 2008 Tuesday – was the National Night Out Celebration. The 25th anniversary of this wonderful event that is being put on by communities all across the United States to show solidarity and community unity within neighborhoods.

Airport District was no exception. Though not our first Night Out, this one was indeed spectacular!

We had Sheriff Deputy Moebe with the Stanislaus Sheriff Department in prominent attendance. Passing out Junior Officer badge stickers to the children and constantly looking for opportunities to interact and answer questions from all of those surrounding him and the two bright and shiny Sheriff patrol cars.

Dick Monteith from the Stanislaus Board of Supervisors was there. No, not just for a couple of minutes looking for a photo op or an “I came I saw so there.” – He stayed for the ENTIRE EVENT. Wonderful. And so great to see his interaction with the community he represents. In my opinion, that was the best part of the event for us!

Stanislaus County animal control was there with one of their trucks (a sight we seldom see actually) – and information on proper care for cats and dogs as well as spay an neuter information. Two animal control officers were there to answer questions and visit with the people.

A representative for HealthNet was there with their table as well as a representative from Catholic Charities – offering much needed information for MediCal supplication to needy families.

Friends Outside, they were there with a whole bunch of stuffed animals that they passed out the kids at 6 O’clock sharp.

Airport United, once again, provided tables and approximately 500 hotdogs and sodas for everyone.
And so many other wonderful people and organizations were in attendance. Another success for us and another step on the way of bridging law enforcement and the community. Dispelling fears propagated by myths of the street. Every year is another triumphant step toward community improvement.

Robert Stanford
Community Advocate

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Immigration and Thin Skin - A Methodist Perspective Is Given a Chance

From the program handed out during the evening of the panel I beleive sums up the panel and it's purpose from the Methodist church's viewpoint very well:

Faith & Politics: U.S. Immigration Policy

First United Methodist Church

Panel Discussion September 10, 2008

Many leaders, citizens and advocacy groups are calling for immigration policy reform. Estimates of the number of illegal/undocumented immigrants range between 12 to 14 million with the majority coming from Mexico and Central America. Approximately 40 percent live in California. Modesto of these immigrants is employed in low-paying jobs that citizens seem unwilling to do and have become vital to our economy. The Biblical mandate of radical hospitality encourages us to welcome strangers and aliens as citizens and neighbors. Many people of faith have led protests against deportations by ICE (Immigration & Customs Enforcement) as Homeland Security has increased the enforcement efforts. Yet, general concerns for security have increased since 9/11. On October 26, 2006 President Bush signed into law the "Secure Fence Act of 2006", which authorized the construction of a 700- mile wall along the border between Mexico and the U.S. debate has shifted from a focus on whether this decision was wise to how we can fund a wall for the remaining 1,400 miles. Congress is debating the SAVE act (Secure America through Verification and Enforcement). Californians are struggling to balance a budget and are concerned about how many resources are used for undocumented immigrants.

The General Board of Church & Society of the United Methodist Church calls for reform, which will allow for five priorities:

Guest worker visas with a path to citizenship

Protect workers

Reunite families

Restore the rule of law

Enhance security.

Tonight we listen and learn from three panelists who have been involved in thinking about immigration issues to help us as people of faith to sort though the many complex issues.

Stanford:
For the complete story in the Modesto Bee that sums up the forum VERY WELL – please visit this link:
http://www.modbee.com/local/story/425980.html

And then the reflections on a clique:

I had mistakenly thought that the forum was the previous night, and had showed up for it, fortunate enough to walk in on what appeared to be a board of director’s meeting of the church. They politely informed me that it was the following night. Having just gotten off of work, I had not had time to change and was still dressed in business attire with a tie.

Last night just before the panel speaking with one of the persons that were present when I walked in on their meeting – she said to me that when I said that I was an activist, she seriously thought that perhaps she should tell me that rather than it being held the following night that she should have told me it was held a few weeks later, so that I would miss it all together. The reason for her doing this, she said, was that when I informed them that I was an activist, after they asked if I was one of the panelists, this conjured a vision in her mind of radical chest beating and outbursts – something that the church that organized the event were fearful of when dealing with such a controversial subject.

The Panel was fantastic, particularly Solange Altman – She was also a member of the Charter Review Committee for this latest decade and I have slammed her on the Bee Hive Blog for cutting Latino populations and being obstinate about using census data as a sole base of numbers – it all came down to a numbers thing.

When I approached her during the break, I could tell that she was not terribly happy with me, and this is probably with good cause. But it got me to thinking about other people that I interact with and attack verbally, in print or what have you.

It gives substance to the common definition of being thick-skinned. I do not know precisely what Ms. Altman thinks of me. Though through vast experience of similar situations, I believe that she thinks that I am probably only looking to see what is in the issues for me and that I have no substance to my arguments – including attacks, in print, on-line, etc.

I have never had more than a moment or two of conversation with this person. If all she knows about me is from the Hive, the press, television and side articles in small press papers, I would think that she actually would not have a clear picture of who I am in a professional sense, much less ANY personal sense. But it is obvious that SHE DOES NOT LIKE ME.

And why should it matter? It matters to me because I admire her. After a Modesto City council meeting one night, in which I declared that I had no confidence in the current charter review committee and stated why, pretty much based on the numbers and referring directly to Ms. Altman as having stood fast with using a 10 year old census to justify a 50 percent under estimate of our Latino population, she caught me close to the lobby of the chambers and said, "Hey, you were picking on me…" to which I replied, "Hey, I’m just doing my job.." and cut her off rather abruptly I believe in favor of doing some more of my job and palm pressing people I was a shmoozin’ with.

But it was true. It had nothing to do with attacking her professionally; it was only my resentment over the use of her data to gauge the City’s Latino population, directly as I felt that it applied to District Elections. I felt that it was my duty to point this out and make a big deal about it, because otherwise, no one else would even give it a second thought. And of course with King Maker, Robber Baron George Petralukas at the helm of the charter review committee, nothing I said ever had any bearing on their decision or recommendation. It was all tossed aside. I was given the same respect these same people pay to Carmen Sabatino. And was even compared to him in the most negative way by another one of the charter review committee members.
Throwing the baby out with the bath water. I would not refer any clients to her for legal immigration assistance because I fear that she would retaliate against me by hurting them. That is a fear I have that has no basis in any fact and is a fear of the unknown, because I do not know her. I know more about her, then she does about me. I do not believe that she has any idea of what I do, or the role I play in the community. She may know more than user Activist1, Linda Taylor, but not by much.

Further, though I have no evidence whatsoever, I believe that she would be inclined to use the same tactics that Activist1 uses, in that she would try to discredit me just as she and others try to discredit Carmen Sabatino.

If I had the opportunity to have coffee with her for a couple of hours and explained to her what my primary goals were and what I did on a daily basis – I believe that she would completely change her mind about me. If she could set aside the one point regarding Latino population – though she would probably try to council me on how that would have been better handled, I believe that she would do so to help me.

I think the world of this woman. But I had to call her out on the numbers. No one else would – I had to be the bad guy. But other than that – I think she is great and I admire her very much.

At the panel last night, I could see why.

During the break, I knew that I had done my job – because I never kissed her ass.
What does all of that have to do with immigration – everything – if you don’t see the connection – you don’t know very much about me, nor my activism.

The bits and pieces that I attempt to throw out – do not do justice to the scope of what I do.
Robert Stanford
Community Advocate