TO THE EDITOR
BURIED TREASURE
A
s the new state senator for District 4, I want to address an issue that recently has sur-
faced in the Oregon Department of Human Services (DHS).
I was extremely frustrated to learn last week that an additional $120 million was
“found” by DHS. I understand why voters lose their confidence in government when
facts such as these come out after the legislative budget process, which was agonizingly
long as we worked to balance the state budget in the face of shrinking income.
The Legislature relies on data provided by
state agencies to build a budget, and in this
case the data originally showed that the
Legislature needed to increase revenue this
session or else state services would have to be
cut drastically. As both a senator and a voter, I
am extremely upset that the projections from
DHS proved to be so far off the mark.
Since Oregon has a citizen Legislature
that only meets in session about 180 days
every two years, we must rely on agencies to
provide sound financial information. As a
member of the Interim Joint Audit
Committee in the Senate, I will be asking the
DHS director to explain how such a mistake
could have been made and not realized until
now.
It is possible that this additional money
may be the direct result of fewer people re-
ceiving services. The Legislature changed the
rules as to who qualifies for such services, re-
quiring a higher co-pay from recipients. But it
— Floyd Prozanski is unacceptable that the agency did not alert
the Legislature to this major change in its fi-
nancial situation before the Measure 30 election.
With the defeat of Measure 30 causing a shortfall in state revenues, state agencies
must be held to even higher standards of accountability than ever before. The Legislature
must increase its oversight of agencies’ budgets and how the agencies manage their re-
sources. The Legislature must ensure that every tax dollar is properly spent on delivering
essential services to Oregonians. If you have an issue involving a state agency, please do
not hesitate to call me for assistance. I look forward to serving you.
Floyd Prozanski
Oregon State Senator, District 4
‘As both a
senator and
a voter, I am
extremely
upset that
the projections
from DHS
proved to be
so far off
the mark.’
BEYOND THE BASICS
ADVICE NEEDED
Your article “Genetic Trespass” (4/8) was
about as clear as mud. My husband and I both
read the first paragraph several times to try to
understand what this is about. Crops are fer-
tilized by pollen, not seeds. Is that what you
meant? The rest of the article was equally
confusing. We both have graduate degrees in
biology, so if we can’t understand your arti-
cle, what sense are you making to the average
reader? This is a very important issue for peo-
ple to rally around, but they will only do so if
they understand what it is all about. Please try
again to explain it, starting with the basics.
Sharon Blick
Eugene
As a former member of KLCC’s Advisory
Board, (which, incidentally, was eliminated
by station management), I echo the senti-
ments of John A. Hickam (letters, 3/25).
While I served on the board, I was disheart-
ened by the seemingly nonexistent impact we
had in effecting any real change. It appeared
to me that the board served no real purpose
other than existing only to satisfy some lofty
station policy; to give the illusion of a demo-
cratic process.
Many of us in the KLCC listening audi-
ence are dissatisfied with the status quo, not
to mention the losses of such shows as
“Pacifica News,” “This American Life,” and
BY JERRY HARRIS
Mau-Mauling The
Class Catchers
Eugene needs a class act.
N
ow approaching my fourth year in Eugene, I am finally getting a grip on the
place: It is the most unconsciously class-driven little society that I’ve had the
pleasure of observing. I was in Café Paradiso the other morning watching anti-
Starbucks poets shoot the breeze, separated outside by post-Columbine rockers and
white Rastafarians who fed their dogs and threw verbal spitballs at passersby. The out-
siders didn’t seem to like those preppies next to me who had on knit caps, and were con-
templating their rosy future. The silence at my table was broken, “You could have
bought a house two years ago there. You could have gotten it for $250,000.”
The quote was from a fairly upper-class lady in reference to a conversation about me
moving to Sacramento. “Now it will cost twice that amount,” she said. I smiled at her
while she sipped on her café latte. She was new to Eugene, and a lover of art and artists.
“Would you like some coffee?” she asked me. I was relieved because I was completely
broke, although my work was up the street at the Jacobs Gallery trying to fetch a few
hundred dollars so that I could pay the rent. This all brought home to me the naïveté of
class in Eugene. It needs a bit of mau-mauling, something on the level of that ‘70s clas-
sic Radical Chic And Mau-Mauling The Flak Catchers by Tom Wolfe. Here’s my catch on
it.
T
he UO must be the citadel of class snobbery; it seems as if the professors there
wouldn’t deign to talk to a mere instructor at LCC, nor would an art professor
attend, to their mind, one of our pedestrian art shows. Sitting in the throes of
academia means to have nothing to do with the indigenous population. The dons have
spoken. The middle-class Blacks, who seem to have a monopoly on the multi-cultural en-
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tities at the UO, seem to disappear when they leave the campus at
four o’clock — never to be seen on the streets of Eugene, and you
can be sure that you’ll never see them eating BBQ at my man, The
Bar-B-Q King, who sells excellent soul food across from the 18th
Avenue Safeway on Sundays.
“Well, Bill, why don’t I see gay men and women hanging out to-
gether?” I asked this gay friend of mine. “Oh no, not in Eugene. They
don’t seem to tolerate us. They have Eugene and we have Portland.” Jesus, I
guess cross-dressers don’t have a hell of a good time in the Emerald City, either.
Separated by class, separated by taste, it all makes me want to run away to the circus
where there’s real diversity. At least the clowns drink with the big fat lady. Class makes
for dullness.
Even in the micro art world of Eugene, most young and a few old heads can’t think of
themselves as artists unless they’re accepted in the Mayor’s Art Show — somehow this
acceptance means to them that they have made it. They can now hang out with the big
boys and girls who show at the Jacobs Gallery, Maude Kerns, or the newly minted Karen
Clarke Gallery where a new type of snobbery is taking hold. It still won’t mean anything
to those nutty art professors at the UO if you don’t have a MFA and a safe teaching job.
You’ll never be admitted to their league. Sorry, that’s the way it is.
D
on’t even talk about the homeless class. There are not many who want to even
start dealing with this problem. Look at the uproar from businesses on East 8th
Avenue when a free food restaurant took over the old Hare Krishna place. “Get
‘em out now,” they hollered — and they did just that, but later reached a compromise to
let families and old people eat there. The funny thing about class is that in America they
don’t even know what it is. The most classless people in Europe shipped out for America
and ever since they’ve been trying to find, or define, some class about themselves, but
McDonald’s wins overwhelmingly. Personally, I wish we had a healthy class, a non-racist
class, a no-war class, and what better place to start than right here in Eugene? And
what class do I belong to? I’m a member of the flayed class. We get crucified for having
big mouths.
Jerry Harris is an international sculptor and writer who resides in Eugene.