|The Declarer (Floyd McWilliams' Blog)|
Thursday, January 08, 2004
Witness this sham that took place recently in San Francisco. The article goes back and forth in its chronology, so I will quote selectively. A San Francisco school had a student-painted mural:
Some students were allowed to paint a mural. There was no agreement as to how long the mural would stand. Sure, murals stand around for awhile, but did Marquez and company think people would still see it in the year 2052? Anyway, the school closed. Why would anyone expect that the mural would survive it?
And even if you think that the students were wronged, what possible legal recourse could they have? Could the students actually be given money because their mural was painted over? When the people who did so were not employed by the school district? Of course not! The very idea is laughable, right?
Well, there was an activist lawyer:
(Oh, come on. As if anyone gave a shit. Well, people at the School of the Arts were probably relieved that they no longer had to look at lumpenfuckingproletariat idiocy.)
And there was a school board that was happy to shovel money at their ideological pals. Deficit, schmeficit! It's not their money:
("Art conservationists for both sides?" This sounds like a courtroom drama gone horribly wrong:
"We need to plan the art conservationist testimony. Who have the plaintiffs got?"
"Well that's good news for us. That guy hasn't won a case in a decade. Anyone else?"
"They might have Smythe. He won't return our phone calls"
"Smythe!? David Smythe? My God. He's the Restorinator. By the time he gets done the jury will be in tears. There's only one thing to do: Get me Magnum, P.A.C.")
And so some lucky kids, a charity, some paint stores, and of course a lawyer got a big payday:
Let's review how the loot will be split:
I hope the kids all agree on how much work they did. I can see it now:
"Two hundred fifty? Yo bitch, I own tha mothafuckin' fist. Ain't no mothafuckin' ''united for a common cause'' wit'out no mothafuckin' black fist!"
Where the hell did that come from? I'm drawing a blank as to how painting over a mural injured single women. "Every time revolutionary art is painted over, an angel gets a new pair of wings and is born into a nontraditional family"?
The charity was probably stuck into the settlement on a last-minute whim, to make the operation look better. I bet it was like the scene in Die Hard where the head thief pretends to be a revolutionary and agitates for the release of Asian Dawn. "I read about them in Time Magazine."
It was very polite of the Mercury News to obscure how much Brooke Olive earned for a few afternoons of indignance. I'll do the math:
Oh, and the district isn't done spending tax money:
And how do we do that?
Add the diversity workshop scam artists to the list of people with their hands out for the district's money. They don't work for free.
The next time someone whines about how California's schools face unprecedented hardship, or how education is in crisis, remember how easy it was for the San Francisco school district to give away forty grand of taxpayers' money.