City Hall Answers — Calmly

Ari L. NoonanOP-ED

The Todd Tipton who answered tough questions on Monday morning about redevelopment on Exposition Boulevard seldom is on display publicly. Eminently disciplined, he is low key and very private. He possesses one of the least known resumes of a public figure in this town. Acerbically worded arrows routinely are aimed at Mr. Tipton, the Project Administrator of the Community Development Dept. The arrows flung at him during the past week have been dipped in an especially unpleasant inkwell. Encountered in the elevator on the way to his top-floor office at City Hall, Mr. Tipton was so relaxed that he looked as if he already had begun his Fourth of July holiday. Once at the third floor, he sank gracefully into a large easy chair. Leaning back, he crossed his legs and folded his hands, all taken as signs that he was poised on the firing line. The essential question was, How do you respond to people who say you and your people are cold-blooded villains? “This work is an extension of who I am,” says Mr. Tipton. “Those who know me know that I am not a villain. A lot of people have worked hard to get the community where it is today.” When he is lathered with criticism, Mr. Tipton said that he attempts to maintain balance within himself “by focusing on the differences we are bringing to the community.” Another answer is that someone whose job is inherently negative sounding to a segment of the city, such as a bill collector, never is loved. This is Mr. Tipton’s job: Once territories for major redevelopment have been scouted out, it is the duty of him and his team to approach the entrepreneurs. To be succinct, their hand-in-glove message is that the owner will need to sell to accommodate the greater public good of the community.

Any Old Accusation

Ari L. NoonanSports

The combination was lethal. It was comparable to standing in a telephone booth with 10 of your closest relatives who have cultivated an unhealthy proclivity for the grape. The crowd was not — how you say it? — stellar. The story, “Blacks Call on UCLA to Reform Admission Policy,” was reported 10 days ago in the Los Angeles Times by the journeyman reporter Stu Silverstein. He is not one of the Times’s trenchant correspondents. When the Times and its army of opinionated reporters — the affirmative action-types and the marginally talented white boys and girls — disagree with the premise of a story, a countering view is commonly included in the opening sentence. In this typically unbalanced Silverstein report, UCLA is accorded 2 sentences. The kernel of the story is that only 96 black students are among the 4700 scheduled to enroll at UCLA in September, the lowest number in more than 30 years. In an academic sense, the fact that only 2 percent of the incoming freshman class is black should be of no more significance than the fact that only 2 percent of freshmen had mothers born in Kansas on a rainy Monday. When the Times agrees with a premise, legitimation is scarcely of concern. Any person can make accusation.

Ousted Owners Say City Hall Not Truthful

Ari L. NoonanSports

The last two beleaguered property owners left standing on tiny Exposition Boulevard say that contrary to frequent assertions made by City Hall, the city has not, in fact, relocated any of their fellow business owners in the 8800 block. All 12 entrepreneurs on the Culver City side of Exposition have been ordered out by January, Marc Chiat and Patrick Vorgeack told thefrontpageonline.com yesterday. According to Mr. Chiat and Mr. Vorgeack, none of the owners on

Exposition Boulevard

knows his next address. None has received any of the publicly and privately pledged assistance from City Hall in finding a new site. “We can be out on the street for all the city cares,” said Mr. Chiat. ”The city obviously does not care what happens to us.” They charged redevelopment personnel with callous behavior, putting themselves out of reach when they didn’t want to talk, and giving evasive answers when they did dialogue. The last two Exposition survivors are, at the same time, “angry” and  “devastated” over their “impersonal” and “misleading” treatment by the city as City Hall clears land in anticipation of the building of a light rail station in some unknown year in the future. The rail station may or may not be built for a myriad of political and fiscal rewasons. Both men say their personal lives have been permanently disrupted ever since the Community Development Dept., the professional arm of the Redevelopment Agency, came into their businesses a little less than two years ago. They are not quite sure when or how it will end. They agree, sadly, just that they have lost.

 

knows his next address. None has received any of the publicly and privately pledged assistance from City Hall in finding a new site. “We can be out on the street for all the city cares,” said Mr. Chiat. ”The city obviously does not care what happens to us.” They charged redevelopment personnel with callous behavior, putting themselves out of reach when they didn’t want to talk, and giving evasive answers when they did dialogue. The last two Exposition survivors are, at the same time, “angry” and“devastated” over their “impersonal” and “misleading” treatment by the city as City Hall clears land in anticipation of the building of a light rail station in some unknown year in the future. The rail station may or may not be built for a myriad of political and fiscal rewasons. Both men say their personal lives have been permanently disrupted ever since the Community Development Dept., the professional arm of the Redevelopment Agency, came into their businesses a little less than two years ago. They are not quite sure when or how it will end. They agree, sadly, just that they have lost.

 

What’s the Plan at City Hall? Asks Silbiger.

Ari L. NoonanOP-ED

After unexpectedly joining his colleagues on the Redevelopment Agency board last Monday in unanimously approving the transfer of two privately held properties to City Hall control, Mayor Gary Silbiger said today it is time for the city to pause. He is worried that those in charge of redesigning or updating the shape of Culver City are veering uncomfortably close to disfiguring it. In the next 90 days, the mayor said, a community-accessible study session will be held to review all aspects of present and future development in Culver City . “We just keep approving these property acquisitions at a very fast pace in different neighborhoods,” Mr. Silbiger said. “The trouble is, there is no grand strategy. There is no great plan for the city that I know of. We can’t continue to go on this way.” Two months into his one-year term, the mayor does not want Culver City to lose the quaint, small-town charm it possessed when he moved here as a teenager from Cleveland. But that was 40 years ago. Long Beach bragged in those days that it was Iowa by the Sea. Culver City , with unabashed pride, was pleased to be regarded as its Middle Western-inspired bucolic cousin.

They Made Me Smile Again

Ari L. NoonanOP-ED

Certain residents of this community are determined not to allow School District Supt. Dr. Laura McGaughey to respectfully fade into retirement without milking the story for just one more smile. The Dr. McGaughey I have known the last few years is a nice lady. Personable and courteous. Whether she was overmatched in the position is a discussion for a different day. It is important to maintain our equilibrium and our perspective. We are not talking about someone who has selflessly contributed a century of perspiring, backbreaking service to the greater good of the School District . This is not a doddering old lady, like the Queen Mum, walking out the door. Dr. McGaughey is in the prime of productive period. She is merely four years older than the most senior baseball player on the San Francisco Giants. She is 40 years younger than the average resident at my wife’s place of employment. This is not an end-of-life retirement in the traditional sense. Her driver will not take Dr. McGaughey directly from

Irving Place

to the home.

 

to the home.

 

Wrong Lives up to His Name

Ari L. NoonanSports

The worst and least surprising news of the morning was that Mayor (Mexico First, Last and Always) Wrong of Los Angeles and the unethical leadership of two teachers unions k-nocked heads yesterday while they were hurriedly staggering into bed with each other. He desperately needed their backing, and he cut a whisper-whisper deal to pull off the upset. The power-greedy mayor’s bid to become the unquestioned czar of the dilapidated Los Angeles public school system has moved from Odds Against to Much Likelier. This is a madam seizing control of the region’s houses of ill-repute, an apt analogy. Based on public disclosures to date, Mayor Wrong knows exactly as much about running schools as his corrupt cousin in thuggery, Cardinal Mahony, knows about morality. Acting out the earlier stages of his life, Mayor Wrong has turned his back to the audience, hunkered into a crouch and lowered his voice, as if he were refereeing a back-alley craps game among petty criminals. This is how slipperily he has conducted himself in the months since his landmark announcement.

Silence Is Golden — and Also Odd

Ari L. NoonanOP-ED

The long-ago days of silent film stars Buster Keaton, Rudolph Valentino and Theda Bara were unintentionally invoked on Monday night at the stormy meeting of the Redevelopment Agency. The five normally loquacious members of the Agency sat stone still — lips included — as two property owners vehemently protested City Hall’s forceful bids to take control of their land, against their will. Four of the Agency members have been together for between four and six years. Reticence often has been described as their enemy. Not always kiddingly, the members have observed that their colleagues hold opinions on every political development since Moses fell a few miles short of the Promised Land. As with this instant, the members of the Redevelopment  Agency make more news when they practice lip-buttoning. When members do speak, sometimes they are clocked by calendars rather than by stopwatches.

One Worry Still To Be Resolved

Ari L. NoonanOP-ED

During an ever so slight lull in Tuesday afternoon’s community meeting with the Food Services Director of the School District, Marla Wolkowitz, a member of the School Board, parted the curtains of seriousness and lightened the mood in the room. A confessional glow illuminated the faculty dining area at Culver City High School as Ms. Wolkowitz proceeded to drop a caloric bomb. Enjoying herself immensely, she admitted that “I love candy.” Not only that, “I ate some orange slices before I got into the car and came over here.” Just as Ron Hacker, the congenial Food Services Director, was attempting to finalize language in the District’s new nutrition policy for students, Ms. Wolkowitz struck a note of reality for the gathering.

It’s All Relative, Pal

Ari L. NoonanSports

With Father’s Day looming last week, I telephoned one of my sons. It probably was the seventh or eighth time I have tried in the last two months.  The response always is the same. No call back. As the father of a few sons, Father’s Day passed uneventfully this year. Again. Neither my wife nor I had our quiescent Sunday musings interrupted by the incessant jingling of a nagging telephone in any room from any relative of mine extending felicitations of the day. On the warm sidewalks of our community, my fe-mail postal person was grateful that her already curving back was not further burdened by the beastly weight of Father’s Day cards from any of my sons. Still, Sunday was not entirely unremarkable. When I telephoned Pop with a Father’s Day greeting, an unfamiliar voice answered. I thought it was my stepmother’s daughter. But it turned out to be my oldest sister. I presume the telephone was causing burn marks or filthy stains on her hand. She handed off the telephone even more quickly than my other sisters who are not talking to me these days.

Democrats Prefer a Cold Peace

Sweet Revenge for the School District?

Ari L. NoonanOP-ED

For the sake of Culver City students who eat, it probably is a good thing that the late Mrs. M. Antoinette — who famously said “Let them eat cake” – dropped dead, after a fashion, a couple of centuries ago. She would only have reminded the students of what used to be. It isn’t final and it isn’t official yet, but cake-eating on Culver City campuses, at least in spirit, soon will be going the way of the dodo bird, into a museum, parked alongside the blacksmith, Packard, Nash, Studebaker and dinosaur displays. At next Tuesday night’s School Board meeting, members are expected to adopt significantly more stringent guidelines regarding the types of food that can be dispensed and consumed throughout the District.