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OUR CHARGE
MY HOME
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traits that went far to atone for our faults. As a body, our
pioneer community in California was persistently cheerful,
energetic, courageous, and teachable. In a few years it had
repented of its graver fault, it had endured with charming
good humor their severest penalties, and it was ready to
begin with fresh devotion the work whose true importance
it had now at length learned—the work of building a well-
organized, permanent, and progressive State on the Pacific
Coast. In this work it has been engaged ever since.”
—Josiah Royce192
they really didn’t have a substantive case, but they appealed the
ruling to the La Canada City Council. Filling the chambers
with angry voters, the neighborhood argued their case against
the new family and ultimately won. The La Canada City
Council Members showed their true colors that day, proving
that they were more willing to listen to a mob of angry voters
than to do what was right, an all too common occurence in
contemporary California politics.
A couple years later, the inevitable happened. On August
26, 2009, the hills above Los Angeles burst into flame in what
would become the largest fire in Los Angeles history. The
station fire consumed more than 160,000 acres and burned
over 200 homes. The fire burned to the very edge of Paradise
Valley, coming within twenty or so feet from burning my
neighbors’ homes. Meanwhile I was back in Claremont, fully
enmeshed in football camp, forced to watch impotently as the
fires raged near the home I grew up in. Most infuriatingly, I
heard stories about rubberneckers and looky loos flooding the
street below my house to get a better view of the destruction.
I could understand that people wanted to see the beautiful
pyrocumulous clouds, but sipping lemonade and potentially
blocking the street for emergency personal is beyond
disrespectful. Similarly, watching California self-destruct may
make for some interesting intellectual inquiry for East Coast
writers—allowing them to formulate some grand commentary
about the nature of our society or the failed structure of our
initiative process. But, as a Californian, such schadenfraude
smacks of petty jealousy—the dork laughing at the cool kid
for crashing his BMW. It’s the sort of thing that can drive a
reasonable person to unforgiving anger: idiots blithely laughing
while people like my parents who dedicated their lives to
making this a better place huddle like refugees in my mother’s
classroom.
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