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Ever since the much-promoted alliance between “teamsters and turtles” at the WTO protests in Seattle in 1999, there’s been a renewed hope that the decades-long opposition between organized labor and environmentalists might be resolvable. The original Teamsters and turtles weren’t really in much of an alliance in 1999, what with AFL-CIO leaders trying their best to keep the labor march away from occupied downtown Seattle on November 30, 1999. But we don’t have to rehash that old story because we have a new, local angle on this here in 2009 San Francisco.
Steve Jones wrote about a split between “progressives and labor” in the SF Bay Guardian last week. It is an interesting framing of the current possibilities for social liberation, improvement, or” gasp” even revolution. While thoughtful and well-researched, Jones fails to escape a recurrent set of assumptions that continue to confuse the possibilities of a more thorough-going reshaping of oppositional politics in this era. The most delusional assumption is that “pwogwessives” of a green hue should find a common platform with old-style unionists, most likely over the empty demand for “green jobs.” Before laying out why “˜jobs’ don’t work, let’s recap the recent tempest in a teapot:
The basic story is that Larry Mazzola, Jr., the son of Mazzola Sr. (together they run the nepotistic Plumbers Union), was denied a seat on the Golden Gate Bridge, Highway and Transportation District Board of Directors that has traditionally gone to a Labor representative. Mazzola Jr. was fully backed in his attempt to get the appointment to the seat by the San Francisco Labor Council and other local Labor leaders, but was thwarted by a 6-5 majority at the San Francisco Board of Supervisors. The Board’s Rules Committee, chaired by lefty Chris Daly, rejected Mazzola and quietly asked local labor leaders to advance an alternate candidate at least vaguely qualified to address transportation issues, but the Labor Council and Building and Construction Trades Council and other labor luminaries refused, insisting that Mazzola get the nod. The impasse was resolved by the full Board vote which appointed Dave Snyder to the seat instead of Mazzola or any other labor choice. Snyder (a personal friend of mine) is widely credited with resuscitating the SF Bike Coalition in the mid-1990s, and later helped launch Livable City and most recently has been the Transportation analyst for SPUR. (He took this appointment as his chance to resign from SPUR, which he generally found too conservative, especially when it comes to class issues and development.)
Dave Snyder represents a new cognitariat-rooted kind of politics (for a recent, provocative essay/speech from the theoretical wing of this kind of thinking, find Bifo’s latest here), one that has been framed most often as “environmentalist” but is actually a lot more than that. It is an emergent political tendency that looks at urban design, transportation, food, housing, and every part of daily life as inextricably linked. While Snyder is no flaming radical, he at least understands that the 21st century and its unfolding crises require new approaches and fresh, wholistic thinking. He wasn’t happy to have been chosen by the Supervisors, feeling he got caught in the middle of a political spat between the progressive majority on the Board and vocal elements of organized labor.
Continue reading Of Teamsters and Turtles, Plumbers and Progressives, a MayDay rumination
I flew into New York last week. From the air it still looked like winter, grayish brownish city stretching into the distance from JFK as we flew low over Long Island Sound to land. I took the arduous trip by subway, usually 2 hours to arrive at any Brooklyn address, and got to my daughter’s new apartment where her bed is about 20 feet from the elevated tracks of the J-M-Z. I slept through it with ear plugs my first night, and then moved over to Donald N-S’s place on Grand Army Plaza at the gateway to Prospect Park. All around Park Slope in Brooklyn, and even in City Hall Plaza in Manhattan, spindly dormant trees were giving way to spectacular explosions of color in plum and apple blossoms, and wildly exuberant magnolias. Spring was springing!
 Magnolia in City Hall Park, New York.
There were two reasons to be in New York, the big one for me was Francesca’s 25th birthday! Amazing to be the parent of a 25-year-old, especially such an all around wonderful person who also happens to be a smart, radical, engaged charmer… lucky me! She was part of the 2nd occupation of New School a week ago or so, and when their best laid plans were met by Vietnam war criminal and school president Bob Kerrey ordering the police to violently evict them. Francesca got heavily pepper sprayed, and jailed overnight with the rest of the occupiers, but they are now receiving great support from New School faculty and much of the student body, nearly all of whom detest Kerrey and want to see him go. To what end, though? They eschew demands, and see their efforts as a broader effort to jumpstart a more thoroughgoing student movement of social opposition.
Continue reading Springing Through NYC
My trip to Glasgow was cancelled a few days before I was to go, and then miraculously came back to life thanks to a lovely posse of friends there. Denis, Tilly, Hannah, Jock, et al, are part of a community of friends occupying several flats in Glasgow. Their pal Katie saw my Talk in Bradford and after asking me about it, made some calls and Denis and friends found a venue for me in the Mono Cafe, and I made my way there on Monday April 13. I arrived around midday under graying skies, and after a shower and some serious coffee I was given a lovely tour around Glasgow by Jock and Hannah. Jock is a doctor who plans to “go feral” in a couple of years after he finishes his residency, meaning he’ll be heading away from Scotland and probably end up in the far reaches of the 3rd world somewhere. He’s spent some serious time already in Pakistan, which he spoke very highly of–he speaks Urdu, something he learned while living in Glasgow by taking a class and working at it–so he argued that Pakistan is a friendly place to visit (I was doubtful that I could have anything approaching his experience… which is also probably true!). Anyway, he was a gracious host and pedaled me all around the city, taking in as much as we could in a couple of hours.
 View of Glasgow from hilltop in park.
 Jock and Hannah in the hilltop wind!
 The art museum catching the golden light of evening.
Glasgow has a lot of gorgeous old buildings, but also a vast pedestrian L-shaped area in downtown, basically an outdoor mall, but heavily trafficked by pedestrians and some cyclists. In both Glasgow and Edinburgh the bike infrastructure was often pretty good in small spots, with median-protected green-paved bike lanes in parts, but nothing approaching a comprehensive grid that would facilitate safe cycling all over town. As usual, we had a chance to cycle along a gorgeous canal for part of our tour, and also made it to the top of a nearby park’s high point…
 Ahhh, canals!
Continue reading A Wee Visit to Scotland!
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