Fair to poor

By Joel Thurtell

Fair to poor.

That’s what I think of the February 5, 2010 Detroit Free Press editorial about the need for a new bridge across the Detroit River.

By the way, those are the same words an engineering firm, paid by billionaire Ambassador Bridge owner Manuel “Matty” Moroun, used to describe the condition of the Ambassador.

I fear my judgment of the Free Press may not be harsh enough.

Fair to poor?

Nah, they flunk.

How else to characterize an editorial–indeed, a newspaper–that pretends Matty’s done an “excellent job of operating the Ambassador”?

How could they credit Matty with doing an “excellent job” of “operating the Ambassador” when engineers judge the span to be in “overall fair condition,” but its deck, over which thousands of tons of traffic travels daily, is in “poor” condition?

The editorial is an example of the sly sucking up to power that a newspaper can do only if its editors and reporters shirk their responsibility to delve into a subject and present it fairly to themselves and their readers.

Why, I wonder, won’t Michigan’s oldest newspaper assign some competent staffer to keep track of Moroun?

Or at least assign an editorial writer to read the reports of other media, including The Detroit News which shares a roof with the Free Press, or the Metro Times or across the river, the Windsor Star, which does a superb job of covering this scoundrel.

Then, whoever undertook writing such a screed for the Free Press would at least not be ignorant that the deck of the bridge the Free Press thinks Matty has done an “excellent job” of “operating” is in “poor” condition, and that no less a personage than U.S. Rep. John Dingell, who went to court to have the report released, has lambasted Moroun for his shoddy performance.

One wonders why the Free Press, so prone to head for court when it comes to uncovering documents about Matty’s crony, the disgraced former Detroit Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick, has not felt any duty to inquire into Moroun’s operations.

Armed with a little knowledge, such an editorial writer also would have known better than to construct a sentence that says, “Moroun’s prospects for building a so-called replacement span next to his 80-year-old bridge are equally dim, as Canada continues to fight that plan for environmental reasons.”

By reading its competent newspaper competitors, that Free Press writer would have known that it is not just the Canadians who have stopped Matty building his “twin” bridge in its very tracks.

That Free Press writer would have known–had he or she done some homework–that in fact the city of Detroit has evicted Matty from the very territory he needs for that new bridge but doesn’t own.

That Free Press writer would have known that Matty was trying to expropriate a city park through an exercise of theft known as squatter’s rights.

That Free Press writer would have known that Matty had begun work on his new bridge not only without owning the park land on the U.S. side that it would cross, but that he lacked the U.S. permits needed to begin the unapproved construction he had put underway.

That Free Press writer would have known that the Michigan Department of Transportation had sued Matty, once again the squatter, who had constructed gas pumps and a duty-free store on city of Detroit land. MDOT wanted them removed. Knowledge of the state’s lawsuit and a forthcoming judgment might have prevented  the Free Press from committing the foolishness of printing its claim that Canada alone stands in Matty’s way on the very same day (February 5, 2010) that a Wayne County circuit judge ordered the billionaire to demolish his duty-free store and gas station because, doggone, he doesn’t own the property he built them on.

The store and gas station are integral parts of his now moribund plan to build the new bridge for which he lacks permits and property for footings.

Not just the Canadians, but the City of Detroit and the U.S. Coast Guard and now a federal judge have stuck a spoke in Matty’s hitherto runaway wheels, with a push from Congressman Dingell.

This is a prime example of the phony journalistic even-handedness that comes from keeping your reporters and your readers ignorant of facts that Free Press honchos for some reason don’t want to share with the public.

Problem for the Free Press: Others have done the reporting, which makes any editorial effort to sow murk and confusion easily rebuttable.

Why would a newspaper want to proceed as if inconvenient facts don’t exist?

Drop me a line at joelthurtell@gmail.com

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Another auto bailout?

By J. P. Tappet

JOTR Auto Writer

Got a funny feelin’ ’bout this Toyota mess.

Wonder if it ain’t another kinda bailout.

Comin’ out now that the feds, i.e., the Highway Traffic Safety Administration, cut a deal with Toyota back in the day to do some oddball counting when they heard ’bout runaway Toyotas.

Ya had yer slow runaways.

And ya had yer fast runaways.

Now, to the mind of J.P. Tappet, who’s been drivin’ cars n talking ’bout it fer nigh on sixty years, there ain’t much difference between a car outa control goin’ slow n a car outa control goin fast.

Cause the slow runaway, outa control, is gonna turn into a fast runaway outa control faster’n ya can say “crashed into a tree.”

So now that we know them feds n Toyota was in cahoots fer years (ya know what they say ’bout “figures don’t lie, but liars figure”) messin’ with data pointers, I just gotta ask this question:

Why is it we’re only hearin’ ’bout Toyota?

Toyota don’t wanta admit the problem is sunk deep in its electronics and computer workings, n they been holdin’ back. That is a given. It’s the kinda lyin’ n prevaricatin’ n bullshit promulgation we expect from corporations. Enybody knows that. But even them dim-witted feds know computers is where the trouble lies.

An’ that ain’t no lie.

But is Toyota the only carmaker that puts them fancy computers in its cars?

I didn’t think so.

So why ain’t all these highly-paid investigatative jawboners at the New Yawn Times and the Lost Antlers Times lookin’ into them other carmakers?

Whaddaya mean, ME do it?

When I say “highly paid,” what I mean is they get a salary, even be it meager.

They get a ‘spense ‘count.

Which is more than good ol’ JOTR is payin’ the likes of J.P. Tappet, professional unpaid auto writer fer nigh on seventy years.

I say, let the newsroom guys n gals with paychecks uncover these things.

I jes point things out.

Fer free.

When ya don’t get paid, it pays to ask questions.

As them politicos say, back to script: Why jes’ beat up on Toyota?

My boss, the cheapskate what runs this joelontheroad.com (“com” don’t stan’ fer “commercial” or n “compensation”) blogged about his runaway car that near done ‘im in back in ’95.

Slow runaway that turned into a fast runaway.

Real fast.

Service people told his wife she was nuts.

Real fast.

Second time it happened, service people, kinda reluctant-like, took their brand-new car back.

Engineers looked under the hood.

Lo n behold, customers not such saps after all.

Bad ground.

Computer gettin’ wrong signals.

Whaddya get?

Runaway car.

Coulda killed  somebody.

That there runaway was no Toyota.

It was a Windstar.

Made by Ford.

Computer in a car.

Big time problem.

Wonder if the feds know ’bout that runaway?

Hey feds, got news fer ya: They’re all doin’ it!

So, whyn’t cha lookin’ at Ford, GM, Chrysler, Honda, Suburu, VW, Mercedes n anybody else making cars with computer-driven throttles?

Ya might jist find that Windstar case.

But ya gotta look.

This mess might be a tad bigger than ya thought.

Might be a REAL runaway.

Or maybe just another auto bailout.

Ya kin reach me by droppin’ a line to my boss at joelthurtell@gmail.com

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Third-party scammers

By Joel Thurtell

If you get telephone service from ATT, better cast a wary eye over your bill.

You might find what I found–phony charges.

My January ATT bill contained more than my usual bill for phone and Internet connections.

There are three new companies listed on the back pages of my bill.

All told, they were tugging $58.37 from my checking account.

I never asked for their services.

I’d never heard of these companies.

Enhanced Services Billing, Inc. was pulling $31.69.

ILD Telecommunications, Inc. tapped me for $12.95.

OAN Services, Inc. took $13.73.

What’s going on here?

I called 888-288-3724 for ESBI — Enhanced Services Billing, Inc.

A pleasant-sounding woman told me she couldn’t answer my questions. ESBI bills for two other companies, but isn’t responsible for answering questions about their service.

The two firms ESBI collects money for but doesn’t answer for are United Comm. Link, LLC, at 1-866-527-4973 and Conxtr, LLC, at 1-800-201-7279.

Turns out United Comm. Link, LLC billed me $14.95 for a monthly “voicemail fee.”

Funny thing, but we don’t subscribe to voice mail.

But wait, guess what: The other company represented by Enhanced Services Billing, Conxtr, LLC, also billed me for voice mail at the slightly reduced rate of $13.95.

These prices don’t count taxes.

I called Conxtr, LLC and was told that I’d signed up for this service by responding to a telemarketer in December of 2009.

No way, said I.

But you gave your e-mail address, she said: tldjn@live.com.

Bogus.

What’s your birth date? the Conxtr woman asked.

Uh-uh, I said. You have enough information on me.

Is it March 26, 1982? she asked.

Don’t I wish.

What that tells me is the Internet scammer who fraudulently signed me up is probably a 28-year-old.

Cancel it.

No problem. Conxtr cancelled my voicemail service, which I never ordered and never got.

Then I called United Comm. Link, LLC. I was told that I’d signed up for their voice mail service on the Internet on December 13, 2009. She not only cancelled the service, but she gave me a credit.

Hah! I called Conxtr back and got a credit from them, too. This time, I was told that I signed up for their service on the Internet. Remember, the first operator said I was gulled by a telemarketer. Seems inconsistent to me.

Next, I called Adigitalvillage.com, which was charging us $12.95 for “Gold Webhosting.”

I learned that I was signed up for that bogus service on December 13 of last year, again with the fake date of birth in 1982 and the fake e-mail address of tlbjn@live.com

“We never verify birth dates–nobody’s honest, anyway,” the Adigitalvillage.com person told me.

She erased the charge.

Finally, I called ID LifeGuards, Inc.

IF Life Guards claims to offer “credit protect/repair” for $12.95 a month.

Too bad they don’t offer “scam protect/repair”.

Cancelled and credit.

After half a dozen phone calls and the better part of an hour, I’d made myself whole.

I called ATT and was told they’re getting lots of complaints from customers who didn’t ask for services they’re nevertheless being billed for.

If ATT customers say the third-party companies refuse to give them credit, ATT erases the bills After all, they’re ATT bills.

ATT’s advice: Wait for the credits to appear, then call ATT and ask them to block third-party billings to our line. The disadvantage, she said, is that if I ever need to bill that way, like, say I’m in a hospital and need to bill television services,I’d be out of luck. Guess I’ll take that chance.

Here’s what I want to know:

Why are third-party companies allowed to tack their billings onto ATT’s charges?

Why is it so easy to sign unsuspecting ATT customers up for bogus services?

Who is signing us up?

The answer, of course, is that the benefit must be going to whomever profits from fraudulent sign-ups.

That would not be ATT. Sounds like it’s a pain for them to administer this mess.

Hmmm. Now let’s see, who is making money off these services?

Let me have another look at that bill.

Drop me a line at joelthurtell@gmail.com

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Canada’s banks

By Joel Thurtell

I was pleased to see Nobel Prize-winning New York Times columnist Paul Krugman has discovered the benefits of banking in Canada.

Finally.

The rule here at JOTR is that we never gloat over other writers’ failings, since we know we have a few of our own.

Still, it’s hard not to point out that Paul is a wee bit tardy noting the soundness of Canadian banks. Why, the same conclusion was reached in a February 24, 2009 column posted by yours truly on the well-known blog, howtostopabankrun.com.

What JOTR reported was stale news across the Detroit River in Canada.

But since most of our readers live on the U.S. side of the border, we’ll share the essay.

Al and Paul agree — so what?

By Joel Thurtell

Feb. 24, 2009

Ain’t it neat?

Al and  Paul agree.

Al is Alan Greenspan, former chairman of the Federal Reserve Board who got it all wrong on the housing bubble and the sub-prime bank disaster.

Paul is Paul Krugman, Nobel Prize-winning Princeton economist and New York Times columnist who called it right on the bubble and the sub-prime scam.

Now the Ayn Rand-worshipping Greenspan and the left-liberal Times columnist both say it’s time to nationalize the nation’s banks.

Some of them.

For awhile.

Nuts.

It would be easier, more intelligent and more efficient to simply abolish the Federal Reserve System.

Not that I’m against the federal government taking over and managing Zombies like Citibank and Bank of America.

But I know that the government could never find the cojones to do what really needs to be done: Take over the ENTIRE BANKING SYSTEM, boot the managers and shareholders and in one fell swoop create a system of national banks with local branches similar to what has existed for generations across the Detroit River in Canada.

What we have in this country is not just a problem with some huge banks that got in over their heads lending money to people who couldn’t afford to pay it back.

We have a system that allows too many banks.

We have a system that lets incompetent bank managers muddle on for years without discovery or corrective action from the so-called “dual system” of federal and state regulatory agencies supposedly entrusted with detecting and correcting insolvency.

Good luck.

I’m writing a book to be called “How to Stop a Bank Run,” based on my joelontheroad.com blog post of October 2, 2008 which brought so much traffic that it swamped my site. In trying to explain for myself what happened when a small town banker rebelled against Roosevelt’s 1933 Banking Holiday, keeping her bank open, I am learning things about the banking industry that I never understood.

Actually, I still don’t understand much of it, but after a retired Michigan bank regulator confessed to me that he too doesn’t understand fractional reserve banking — the basis for the Federal Reserve System — I don’t feel so bad.

In fact, I feel empowered to opine. My discoveries about Depression and pre-Depression era banking are relevant to what’s going on with banks today, it turns out.

For instance, even now, with banks on the ropes, new banks are being formed.

I was astounded [in early 2009] while doing research in the Lansing office that oversees banks in Michigan to hear staffers bragging that they’d just weeks earlier chartered Michigan’s newest bank, in Ann Arbor. Take a drive around Ann Arbor. Lots of banks. Did Ann Arbor need another bank? Or did some lucre-crazed folk decide to toss the dice to see if more money — fees and interest and who, knows, dicey home loans and credit cards — could be milked out of the citizens of Ann Arbor? The day has long passed when people needed a bank as a place to keep their money safe. Who needs a new bank?

We have way too many banks. Our history as a nation is one of too many banks, most of them turning Zombie at one time or another with little or no oversight from government. When bad things happen in crises oddly termed “panics,” government typically helps the banks and screws depositors by restricting or suspending withdrawals to give the yokel bankers a breather, then letting the good-for-nothing cashiers come back and run their banks straight into the ground — again.

I’m not kidding. When I first noticed it, I thought I was misinterpreting the old state banking reports I’ve been studying. But no, it is a fact that when Michigan banks started failing in droves after 1930, the normal procedure was to appoint a conservator to examine the books and salvage what could be saved of the bank’s bad investments, paying depositors and other creditors over a period of years and often a fraction of what they were owed.

Who were these “consevators”? Why, they were, invariably, whoever was the bank’s cashier at the time state bank examiners found it to be insolvent. Now here is an intriguing fact: Every year, according to the reports of the state banking commissioner to the governor, each bank in the state had its books examined by state regulators. It took a national banking respite followed by more minute checking of books to discover that many, many banks were operating with minuscule reserves. But citizens demanding their money were doing what bank examiners failed to accomplish — forcing banks to face the reality that the deposits they owed people far outweighed their ability to raise cash to repay those liabilities.

Sometimes during the Depression, the banks were outright closed. Other times, they emerged from what amounted to bankruptcy to be managed by the very same officers, directors and cashier who’d earlier run the bank into the ground.

The shareholders won. The losers were the depositors who trusted their “friends,” their local bankers.

This was not happening on a small scale, either. In Michigan between January 1, 1930 and February 11, 1933, we had 163 banks fail.

I’ve seen a calculation of some 9,000 banks that went belly up nationwide during the Great Depression. Few are aware, though, that throughout the Roaring Twenties, on average 600 banks a year failed in this country, Elmus Wicker in The Banking Panics of the Great Depression, Cambridge University Press, New York, 1996.

Six hundred banks! Moribund. Dead in the water.

Who created them?

Who thought such a pox was necessary?

What I am learning as I research this book is that historically, the United States has been overbanked. Where there might have been an adequate market in a small town for one bank, instead two, three or more were established. On one day in the Great Depression, three Ann Arbor banks failed. Farmington had two banks fail. In my home town, Lowell, bank examiners found that both banks were insolvent.

Mostly, these banks were started and managed by people with little or no formal education who had no fundamental understanding of how to keep a bank liquid enough to withstand the “panics” that induced people to descend on their banks in masses demanding the deposits they had every right to withdraw when or if they chose.

Bank runs, I’m discovering, were learned behavior in the U.S. They were the natural, even rational, reaction to irresponsible bank management often protected by governments all too willing to restrict or suspend bank operations to prevent citizens from getting their hands on their own funds.

Now here’s a thought: During the Great Depression and in the decade before, when the U.S. was losing thousands of banks, how many banks failed in Canada?

Zero.

I’ll write more about this in future, but let me leave you with this curious thought: In the Great Depression, what did Canada, Great Britain, Sweden, Denmark, The Netherlands, Spain, Portugal, Greece and Czechoslovakia have in common?

No bank runs, no bank failures.

Not one.

Was central bank activity involved, such as our Fed’s printing of scads of dollar bills to induce spending-equals-inflation or tinkering with interest rates to hopefully influence inflation or deflation?

Nope.

Interestingly, none of those countries was on the gold standard.

But the big common factor was this: A system of well-regulated national banks with local branches. No mom-and-pop startups mismanaged by storekeepers, farmers, plumbers and general goof-offs with a hankering to get their hands on their neighbors’ money.

What I say about the startups applies to the biggies, too. Because while it was mainly small banks failing in the 1920s, when the time came for lightning to strike during the Great Depression, the national Banking Crisis of 1933 was ignited in Detroit by a moribund bank controlled by Henry and Edsel Ford. 

One might argue justly that Henry Ford in many ways was a hick, but penny ante he was not. More on this later, too.

The problem with doing entirely away with our dual state-and-federal banking system is that there are some bankers out there with common sense and feelings of responsibility who did not take part in the greed-spawned sub-prime scramble, and they don’t deserve to lose their banks just because the biggies screwed up.

Yet the fact remains that even in these tough times, the Canadian banking system is sound, with zero failures being recorded. It makes me wonder what it would take to re-organize U.S. banks along the Canadian model.

If the Chinese premier is correct in accusing the U.S. financial system of plunging the entire world into a Depression with its sub-prime banker mania, a re-organization into a national system could prevent the next disaster.

Had a national system been in place before now, the current world economic crisis might be a figment of some lunatic’s paranoid fantasy.

Drop me a line at joelthurtell(at)gmail.com

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Sticky throttles or goofy electronics?

If we found anything, we would take appropriate action. But we continue to think it’s entirely unlikely that an electronic malfunction is the cause.

— Mike Michels, Toyota spokesman

By Joel Thurtell

Think again, Toyota. 

I had trouble with a runaway car a few years ago, and the cause turned out to be with the electronics. It was a terrifying experience, and I can well understand why Toyota owners are hesitant to go driving in their cars.

I can understand why Toyota is concentrating on mechanical problems as the cause of runaway Toyota cars that have crashed and killed eight people. Changing or re-shaping a few parts would certainly make it an easy repair, given that millions of Toyota vehicles have been recalled. Troubleshooting the electronics would be harder and could take a long time.

As this problem has unfolded, Toyota has reacted slowly, in corporate denial. Early on, Toyota didn’t want to hear complaints. That reminds me of our situation in the 1990s as we tried to get a dealer to listen to our report that our brand-new Ford Windstar had twice begun accelerating rapidly, propelling the car towards nearby stationery vehicles.

Even now, having stopped production of eight models of Toyota in the U.S., the company is focusing on the idea that the runaways result from malfunctioning accelerator pedals.

It’s quite possible that Toyota is fixing the wrong problem. The problem may well be with the cars’ electronics, a far more difficult fix.

We were driving on Interstate 96 headed for a wedding on a bright Saturday afternoon in the spring of 1995. Cars were packed close together due to highway construction, and like everybody else, I was creeping along in the Windstar. Suddenly, the engine raced. I pressed my right foot on the brake, but the engine was turning so fast that the brake wouldn’t stop the car. I was headed directly at another car bare yards away with no way to turn except towards other cars. I grabbed the gearshift lever and pushed it into “park.” The Windstar stopped dead just a couple feet from a car that it otherwise would have creamed.

My wife took the Windstar to the Ford dealer who sold it to us. The reaction in the service department was to tell her it was impossible that the accelerator had stuck and that the car had raced of its own accord. It must have been operator error. My fault.

Meanwhile, a second runaway acceleration happened on a street in a Detroit suburb. The engine was idling, I was again the driver, and we were waiting for a traffic light to switch from red to green. The engine took off on its own and the car jumped forward, towards the car ahead. Again, the brake couldn’t stop it. I shifted into “park.” The car came to a sudden halt.

We were scared to drive the Windstar. My wife took it back to the dealer and got more of the same response: Your husband must have been stepping on the gas.

I’d had enough. I took the car to the dealer and told them exactly what my wife had told them. The only way I could stop the car was to slam the gears into “park.” It was a new car. The problem was theirs. We needed to have it fixed. The car was not drivable.

There was still disbelief at the service department, but we left the car. Our new car stayed with the dealer for a few weeks as people in Ford’s engineering department tried to solve the problem.

At some point, disbelief was replaced with concern at Ford that this was indeed a potentially fatal flaw.

Eventually, Ford returned our Windstar to us. The explanation: A faulty ground on a cable shield was feeding erroneous instructions to the car’s computer.

It was an electronic and not a mechanical problem.

I was absolved of having a heavy foot.

We drove that car for several years and never had another acceleration problem with it. It was a great automobile.

Still, I never forgot those two runaway experiences, and I never fully trusted that Windstar.

I can well understand the feelings of Toyota owners fearful of driving their cars.

Until Toyota investigates and rules out the possibility that electronics is causing its out-of-control car problem, Toyota owners have a right to be scared.

Drop me a line at joelthurtell@gmail.com

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Bush-butts on my nerves

Patti by Pat Beck 2008By Peppermint Patti

JOTR Columnist

First things first, Sophie. It’s not true that they found me in the pound.

I was a resident in the Humane Society, which is head and shoulders above the pound, thank you very much.

It’s true that they CALLED me a “stray,” but that does not properly describe my status at that time.

If I had truly been a “stray,” I would not have known where I was when the two-legger tricked me into his truck and put me behind bars.

Of course I knew EXACTLY where I was!

Really!

I had in my brain a precise map of every trash can in our neighborhood and at any time I could have sniffed my way back to the yard I’d left in a snit.

But it was not to be, Sophie, and here I am.

Marooned, so to speak.

A dog without kennel papers is like a two-legger without a passport.

That is my current status.

I am unable to prove to the satisfaction of two-leggers my true blue-blood identity, thus I am condemned to suffer indignities when my present two-leggers crack jokes about my apparent lowly provenance.

Lowly provenance, indeed!

I’d like to see them produce papers like the ones my first two-leggers had for me.

Oh, well.

It is our lot to make the best of life, Sophie, and I must say that an ample back yard with two humongous maples and a line of pines is, well, it could be a lot worse.

Those bush-butts getting on your nerves?

Me, too. Stand by, I’ll give them a scare.

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Ka-ching! MT links $1.1 million from Matty to pols

By Joel Thurtell

The more people look, the more they find Manuel “Matty” Moroun, Michigan’s billionaire bridge-owner, handing out money to politicians. Often, his family and employees are the givers, but the effect is the same — an attempt at influencing politicians who might have a say in whether he 1) builds his “twin” bridge beside the Ambassador span, and 2) preventing the government from building an international bridge not owned and controlled by Matty.

In an excellent story, Sandra Svoboda of the Metro Times pegs the total at $1.1 million over the last couple decades.

Something tells me more digging will find more of Matty’s largesse.

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Matty & money, again

By Joel Thurtell

The pixels were hardly dry on my recent post assigning kudos to The Detroit News for publicizing billionaire Matty Moroun’s largesse to key political and judicial people when reality arrived in the form of a corrective note from frequent JOTR commenter Alan Stamm.

 

Alan wanted me to know that while The News deserves credit for exposing Matty’s attempts to buy friends in high places, the newspaper seriously underestimated the extent of Matty’s attempts to influence public figures with bucks.

 

According to The News, Matty slid a hundred grand to various political figures over the last 10 years.

 

A hundred k?

 

No way.

 

Not according to Alan Stamm. Here’s what the former News editor tole me:

 

Joel:

 

[Detroit News reporter] Tom [Greenwood] and my ex-shop definitely deserve the kudos in your post today . . . though his piece, based on 49 Mich Campaign Finance Contribution listings, tells just 38% of the influence-seeking/access-buying story. 

 

A PDF link alongside Tom’s report shows his results comes from searches only on ‘Moroun, M.J.’ [47 hits] and ‘Moroun, Manuel’ [2]. But the state’s database is as narrow-minded, literal and unforgiving as . . . well, as some of your past editors.

 

His results don’t reflect 18 donations attributed to M._J. Moroun or three by ‘Mr. M.J. Moroun.’ (Totals below.)

 

But wait, there’s more: A Moroun search without any first name shows a few dozen contributions — most to the same candidates/PACs, often on same dates — by wife Nora (7), son Matthew (21), daughter Lindsay (4) and sister Agnes (6).

 

Why stop there? Let’s toss in 7 gifts from Dan Stamper and 5 by Mickey Blashfield — all listing their corporate affiliation for this more complete Empire Moroun picture:      

 

    *

      Added Matty gifts: $82,600

    *

      Nora Moroun:         $21,100

    *

      Matthew Moroun:   $38,500

    *

      Lindsay Moroun:    $15,800

    *

      Agnes Moroun:      $  7,600  .

    *

      

    *  Dan Stamper, bridge pres.: $19,900

    * Mickey Blashfield, VP:         $  1,550  .

    *   T O T A L:                       $187,050

 

That means Tom’s “more than $100,000” figure was at least 35% shy.


 

That more than doubles The News tally: “In the last decade, he has donated more than $100,000.”

 

Alan

 

Thank you Alan for setting me and Matty straight!

 

Drop me a line at joelthurtell@gmail.com


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Best little political system Matty can buy

By Joel Thurtell

Kudos to The Detroit News and reporter Tom Greenwood for their story today, January 28, 2010, about the influence-buying habits of billionaire Ambassador Bridge owner Manuel “Matty” Moroun.

According to the News, in the past decade, Matty donated 100 grand to “judicial elections, political action committees, members of the Detroit City Council, local and national political races and to both the Democratic and Republican parties.”

Matty knows that basic rule of human nature: Money talks.

If money talks, and Matty can pass it to the politicians, then he boosts his own talking power.

Now that the U.S. Supreme Court has made it legal for businesses to pay unlimited amounts for political advertising, I expect Matty to open his wallet and shower more money on political hacks who, he believes, will do his dirty work.

For a man who seems to file lawsuits daily against government agencies, it’s interesting, though hardly surprising, that he’s buying influence with judges, too.

It’s encouraging, though, that despite his largesse, the troll under the bridge is meeting increased resistance to his demand that he be allowed to build a second bridge without proper permissions.

Money talks, but dollars signs are not the only ones speaking.

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Scraping ‘hope’ from rubble

By Joel Thurtell

One week after the disaster that left Port-au-Prince and surrounding areas in ruins, the toll on this country has been measured almost entirely in lives. But Haiti’s institutions, weak as they were, have been grievously wounded too. A day immersed in this country’s struggle to recover makes it clear that their absence leaves a palpable void.

New York Times, Page One, January 20, 2010

I’m still puzzling over that line, “A day immersed in this country’s struggle to recover makes it clear that their (Haitis’s institutions’) absence leaves a palpable void.”

I wonder what this means: “A day immersed in this country’s struggle…”

The Times article had a double byline: Ginger Thompson and Deborah Sontag. Did Thompson and Sontag together take part in Haiti’s “struggle to recover”?

Does a single day spent “immersed” in this little country’s “struggle to recover” provide enough insight to draw the sweeping conclusion presented in the article’s headline: “Haiti Takes Tiny Steps on the Long Path Back”?

If the reporters actually took part in some aspect of Haiti’s “tiny steps,” did they forsake their journalistic objectivity?

Readers of JOTR know that I don’t believe there is such a phenomenon as “journalistic objectivity,” but since many working journalists suffer from that delusion, for the sake of this article let’s pretend it exists.

What does it mean for a reporter–no, TWO reporters–to be “immersed” in a “country’s struggle to recover”?

Did the Times reporters work for a day handing out aid to Haitian people? Did their self-proclaimed “immersion” mean they worked alongside Germans (described in their story) trying to bring water to a population whose own water department in the best of times was a sham?

Did the reporters pitch in and help cops (again, described in their story) at a rubble-strewn police station bury their dead and make patrols in their wrecked precinct?

Did they help doctors and nurses (also in the story) conduct operations in a largely-destroyed hospital?

My reading of the article makes me suspect that “immersion” consisted of two reporters showing up at different places to watch and chat with people who were trying to get some real work done. Their so-called “immersion” too get a quickie story was at best a distraction to those were coping with the emergency.

Something tells me their instructions were to fill in the blank spaces in a story whose outline was dreamed up over a cup of Starbucks in Manhattan: Give us a tale we can pop on Page One that says Haiti is making “tiny steps” on its own.

Give us a story that gives our readers hope.

Let’s us feel good.

What arrogance.

What condescension.

To claim that a few hours of kibitzing constitutes “immersion” is breath-taking in its journalistic chutzpah.

Hey, it got them on Page One.

Am I too sensitive?

I never boasted that I was “immersed,” but I can claim to have taken a small part in foreign aid. It was in the early 1970s. I was a Peace Corps volunteer assigned to build U.S. government-financed schools and wells in a small town in northern Togo.

I repeat, I would never claim to have been “immersed” in Togolese society. Yes, I spoke French, the lingua franca of Togo and lived among Togolese, worked with Togolese. But I was, ultimately, an outsider, white person with the ability whenever I liked to withdraw myself from this hot, impoverished land and return to the relative wealth of my previous existence in the U.S. Not what I would call “immersion.”

But in Togo I learned enough about the complexities of delivering aid in a poor country to know that anyone who draws conclusions from a single day spent observing people at work and then claims to have been “immersed” in that activity, in that culture, is spinning bullshit of the first order of magnitude.

I worked far longer in the newspaper industry than I did as a Peace Corps volunteer, yet not long enough to tolerate these pre-fabricated “situation” stories. I did my share of this kind of know-it-all story for my employers at the Detroit Free Press: Tragedy or scandal strikes some small Michigan town and the plot line is just bizarre or terrible enough to rouse the editors of big regional newspapers.

They dispatch a reporter who most likely knows nothing about the targeted town and its inhabitants. The idea is to serve up a story that makes readers think the newspaper knows all about this place, an impression which is a total fraud. While the reporter is chewing the fat with locals in barber shops and coffee houses, some intrepid desk person pulls up the town’s demographics, a graphics person whacks out a locator map, and voila! Sometime that evening, a breezy, vacuous story is on its way to the presses.

Whether it portrays the target community accurately is of no consequence. Whether it makes wrong assumptions about the target population is irrelevant. The key objective is honing a story that will amuse suburban readers over coffee.

Actually, an even more crucial goal of such a story is amusing editors as they chew the fat in their afternoon story meeting. The story would succeed if editors agree it’s a “talker” and a “hoot.”

“Tiny steps” is a curious concept. “Tiny steps” toward what? “On the Long Way Back,” according to the Times head.

Long way back to what?

If we’re to believe the reporting about Haiti, the place was a hellhole before it was hit by an earthquake. Corruption was rampant and infrastructure virtually nonexistent.

Again I ask, “long way back” to what?

More of the same crappy regime where rich people can count on clean water and everyone else gets sick?

Not only is the Times methodology suspect (“immersed in this country’s struggle”), but the idea that this kind of story somehow lights the path back to normalcy is just plain dumb.

When normalcy is hell, the long way back to it is a waste of time, and the tiny steps discerned by those Times reporters in their day-long immersion are an exercise in futility.

It didn’t take me two years in Togo to understand that this little west African country is hugely poor and riddled with graft. While it made me feel good to work on schools and wells, that country needed far more than our piddling foreign aid to provide people the sanitary water supplies and sewers we take for granted.

What they need in countries like Haiti and Togo is a society free of corruption within and equally free of domination by foreigners who stay for a time, give a little help, but never immerse themselves enough to identify with and address the real problems.

Those problems are so fundamental that they escape the ken of most visitors. For instance, those Germans laboring to supply clean water to Haitians. That is a fine goal. But what happens when the Germans go home? Even if they leave their water-purifying equipment to the Haitians, how likely is it that local people will understand how to run the equipment or have money to maintain it?

Not likely.

That is why, in Togo, I insisted on digging a large-bore well rather than drilling the kind of well we know in the U.S.–a pipe run vertically underground to a water-bearing layer of soil, with a pump to draw the water to the surface. Even a simple pump will eventually need repair. Where are the parts going to come from? Who’s going to pay for them? Who’s going to know how to install them? Sounds so simple in our complex American society, problems that could easily be solved with a phone call or a google search. Not so simple in a place where the annual per capita income is under $300.

I preferred a well wide enough for people to drop a bucket and haul the water up with a rope. I was proud of that well. Previously, women and girls carried earthen pots several kilometers to fetch water from a stream, and the well eliminated that  long back-and-forth hike. 

Yes, they had water. Major improvement. But would you or I drink that water? Not without filtering and boiling it. But villagers drink that cloud stuff straight out of the well. So what if the water is open to insects and animals and pollution is its constant condition? When people don’t know better than to drink contaminated water, the problem is not just one of access to resources. It is much more profound, for we’re dealing with basic ignorance of public health essentials.

What kind of government would tolerate contaminated drinking water?

That is the condition those “small steps back” are leading to.

If they’re headed for the old status quo, I don’t seem much cause for hope.

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