Last night, the Harrisonburg City Council assembled for their bi-monthly meeting. Although I had attended several of their gatherings over the last few months, tonight I went for a specific purpose; I planned to speak with the council regarding pedestrian safety in the city.
When the mayor motioned for me to approach the podium, my heart became a jackhammer in my chest. For those who know me, this reaction might seem rather strange. After all, I love speaking about politics with anyone and everyone who cares to listen (as well as many people who don’t). However, this experience brought back a rather harsh memory, a reminder of the last time that I spoke before the council.
If we rewind the clock, 2006 marked both the first and only time that I stood before the Harrisonburg City Council. Back then, the council held a public forum regarding selling the Harrisonburg High School building to James Madison University. As it turned out, the hearing was little more than a formality. Looking back, it seemed that the deal was more or less made and whatever the public opinion happened to be, it mattered little to the members of council. As I recall, they weren’t a particularly receptive or sympathetic group and offering my opinion to them was a waste of time.
However unreceptive that council happened to be, the Harrisonburg School Board was far worse. Arguing that the city schools shouldn’t forgo any usable classroom space, I informed the board about my experiences in 8th grade at Thomas Harrison Middle School; where I spent a good chunk of my days in one of those trailer units and how, when we got a heavy rain, I had to place a trashcan on my desk to collect the rainwater which dripped through the leaky roof. Once I relayed my thoughts, I left the meeting. I was told that after I did so, one of members of the school board stated that I was a liar. As you might imagine, news of this allegation made me so incensed that I located my 8th grade homeroom teacher, a woman that I had not seen in many years, to see if she would either deny or confirm what I had said. Yes, she told me that my memory was correct. Another bitter pill to swallow was the fact that most of the councilmen and school board members, including the one who claimed I was deceptive, were fellow Republicans!
So, getting back to last night, with all of these thoughts in my mind as I spoke before the council, I felt that my words were horribly nervous and disjointed and, although I had planned what I wanted to say beforehand, nothing came out right. It was an important issue, but, at that moment, I thought I was a poor spokesman. I tried to remedy the situation in my mind by reminding myself that all but one of these men were not the same as the ones from 2006, that I had spoken to each previously and, with the possible exception of Mr. Chenault, each knew me and presumably we had some measure of respect for each other. In fact, in mid 2012, Mayor Byrd told me that he read this blog. But the memories from over half a decade ago gone by proved to be too strong. Hopefully, they will lessen in time, but I believe that I must force myself to go before the council again, (once I have something important to discuss) so that these newly rediscovered demons from the past can be put to rest.
My take-home message to you, the reader, is as follows. No one should ever be afraid to talk with their elected representatives, be they local, state, or federal. Don’t ever be tricked into thinking that you exist to serve the government; the government exists to serve you. And so friends, I encourage you once again to study the important political issues of the day, speak out when the time calls for it, and never be cowed into silence, as I was for many years in local matters.
In liberty, now and always!