
Art by F.T. Rea
Unfortunately, my work has me sitting down and indoors for too much of my time.
So, it’s a pleasure to walk for my everyday short errands. A walk
frequently improves my disposition. Like it or not, I’m better off if I
stop to take notice of the world around me and make an effort to be
courteous, if not friendly, to the folks I encounter.
Fresh air is good.
Several
years ago on one of my walking excursions, it was in late October, an
incident provided a memorable private laugh. As it unfolded it felt
like a scene in a movie. Perhaps that was suggested to me by the fact I
was in a video store, looking over the rack of current releases.
Reading
the film notes on the box for Scorsese’s latest blood bath, I sensed
movement behind me. As I had been the only customer in the room,
curiosity turned me toward the counter. On the other side of a
wall-of-videos display rack, I caught sight of a man I saw
rarely, but I recognized him right away, even from the back.
Having just come into the store,
he purposely handed a plastic bag to one of the two female sales clerks
behind the counter. Being obscured by the maze of video boxes was a
blessing, as this was a guy I had good reason to prefer to ignore. I
returned my attention to the movie selections in front of me. When I
heard the little bells that meant the front door had opened, I glanced up in
time to see the aforementioned customer leaving the store.
As I
breathed more deeply of the improved air, a woman behind the counter
laughed as she dumped out the contents of the last customer’s bag. With
comic exaggeration she acted as if she was troubled by the mystery of
what might tumble out.
“What’s tha-at?” said the other woman, backing away and sounding playful.
My curiosity was aroused.
“Is that one ... is it wet?” asked the one holding the bag.
Naturally,
I stepped closer. All I could see was regular black VHS video tape
cassettes. Yet the two young women, who I knew only in that video rental
context, were going to some trouble to avoid touching what appeared to be
ordinary stock from that store.
A spray bottle of Windex
was produced and I wondered if their Halloween spirit getting the best of them. Then
they brought me into their conspiracy with the sparkle of eye contact.
Both them busied themselves spraying and wiping off the tapes. It was
reminiscent of conspiratorial children removing cooties from objects
touched by kids they want to mock.
Assuming there had to be
something peculiar about the movies -- like maybe they were kinky
flicks, or who knows what? -- I stepped closer to see what the
titles were. I noticed a couple of titles. Both
were mainstream films; one a crisp black comedy I had recently seen.
Playing along with their tongue-in-cheek tone I asked, “Do you have to
wipe down all the tapes like that?” They laughed, apparently happy for my joining in.
No, they assured me their procedure was especially for the customer
who had just left the building. They shuddered. I laughed. Suddenly, it was clear
to me the two of them were simply doing what bored service workers
everywhere in the world do, to kill time. To amuse themselves, they were
mocking a bad-vibes customer who they saw as deserving of ridicule.
Being
in on their silly joke reminded me that the spontaneous sharing of
unanticipated moments of levity -- contact! -- is truly one of life’s
treasures.
My stride for the walk home had a jaunty bounce. Fresh air.
Today (Saturday) their less fortunate neighbors, down the hill, are living through yet another nightmare of rising water.
Some of Katey’s neighbors lost their homes during last month’s Ernesto fiasco. She says the rains of the last two days has the water back up at Ernesto level again. More neighbors’ homes are being damaged/destroyed by the foul water that is backing up from the sewers, instead of draining off.
Perhaps the feds or the state will help Battery Park. But no amount of blame-shifting demagoguery will change the truth -- this problem had been bubbling for decades because Richmond’s government had other priorities.
Mayor L. Douglas Wilder didn’t bury an essential sewer pipe below a landfill. No. That happened long before his watch began. Nor was he a member of the City Councils that ignored the fact that pipe was probably leaking in the 1970s, 1980s, etc., and was likely to cave in one day. But it has happened on his watch.
While Mayor Wilder diddled with where to put a new baseball park or other costly developments, his administration -- if not he, himself -- knew that sewer problem in Battery Park was there.
In 1978 the Fan District Softball League played some of its games on a softball field on that same landfill. I remember that whenever it rained heavily right field was a swamp. It was a swamp that smelled bad. We were told it was because of the landfill. That explanation worked then. Now I’m pretty sure we were smelling raw sewage leaking from a cracked pipe.
The neighborhood around that field on top of the landfill, several blocks south of where Katey lives now, was rather isolated and mostly poor people lived there. It seemed to me then that nobody cared to look into the problem of the stinky floods. All the softball players cared about was that it made the field unplayable.
Now I want to hear the unvarnished truth about what The City knew about that sewer pipe and when it knew it. The citizens of Battery Park deserve no less. Now I want to know how trusted officials could ignore that infrastructure problem while they poured tax money into new projects.
Wilder knows that a long list of local politicians, weren’t willing to raise the tax money and apply it to Battery Park’s problem. He knows, too, that if this problem had been in Windsor Farms it would have been fixed a long time ago. So, when will he announce that all expenditures for new projects are being put on hold until we get our arms around what it’s going to cost to solve Richmond’s basic problem with draining off storm water?
This is not just Battery Park’s problem, it’s Richmond’s problem. The ball is in Wilder’s court. Can he deliver more than rhetoric? Does he have the will to make this right?
Read Bill McKelway's excellent Richmond Times-Dispatch piece, "Draining Battery Park," about this tragic situation, with no end in sight. Then the RT-D’s Michael Paul Williams wades in with his, “City flooded with need, not action.”
Now I call upon metro area bloggers to pull together to help shine a spotlight on this worthy issue. We don't have to agree on everything. But I think we can agree that the truth has to come out before a real solution will ever been found. If blogs such as Buttermilk & Molasses, Haduken, One Man’s Trash, RiverCityRapids, SaveRichmond, South of the James, and others who are willing, band together ... maybe we can use the Internet to help save a neighborhood from drowning in the indifference it is accustomed to being shown.
Note: This post was updated on Oct. 9 at 12:15 p.m.