Cheers and Fears: A new idea and a crosswalk

This is the first segment in a recurring themed blog post series. For any given current issue, I'll summarize what the need or concern is, with the pros and cons related to it, in as objective and calm a manner as possible, in straightforward language. Comments will be open and there will be a poll at the end. If I end up with an opinion, I'll be frank about it being my own opinion and will be open to having it changed as new information comes available.

To begin with, I'm starting with something that reflects the thing that is nearest and dearest to my heart, and is actually at the root of why I began the crusade to run for Belfast City Council: pedestrian issues on the East Side.

I've been working on asking individuals and business owners on our side of town what their needs are and what they'd like to see their representative in Council focus on and advocate for. So imagine how much my eyes lit up when the owner of the relatively new 1 Mill, at the corner of where Mill Lane meets Route 1, reported that he would really like a crosswalk from his business to the other side of Route 1.

The issue: people on the east side walk to the Big Apple and 1 Mill on the East Side, and many come from the southeast side of Route 1, near the footbridge. It is unsafe to cross Route 1 in that spot, and the closest crosswalk requires backtracking to the intersection of Route 1 and 141 (Swan Lake Ave) which is already a dangerous crosswalk, because cars come flying across the bridge well above the speed limit and often see the flashing pedestrian alert only as they pass it.

Crosswalk Cheers

Crosswalk Fears

·      Encourages additional business for both 1 Mill and the Big Apple ·      The state of Maine has recognized medical marijuana as a legitimate treatment for a variety of health issues, many of which make driving difficult (and thus many patients are pedestrians); as such, a crosswalk would accommodate afflicted individuals ·      The speed limit at that point on Route 1 is within the acceptable speed range for crosswalks and other traffic-calming measures ·      Painting a crosswalk is cheap, at approximately $7 per square foot it’s a reasonable request ·      A flashing pedestrian alert sign placement is also relatively inexpensive and can utilize solar power.

·      May increase foot traffic on Mill Lane ·      Mill Lane is not safe for pedestrians as it is, and increased foot traffic means increased risk of harm ·      Medical marijuana users continue to face a negative stigma, and thus there is a homeowner fear that increased foot traffic of patrons of 1 Mill, a medical marijuana dispensary, will be more likely to commit vandalism or other things that drive house values down ·      May clog traffic further and make it more challenging to make a left out of either Mill Lane or Swan Lake Avenue

My personal conclusion: CHEER!

But what do YOU think? Take the poll and comment to tell me about it!

Growth is painful

While I was at Star Island, I discovered through spotty-service email that some assertions I made on previous blog entries were interpreted in a different way than I intended, and my perspective has evolved as a result.

I have referred to our City Council representatives as upper middle class. While this is, in fact, an assumption, one that I cannot quantify with data, it does accurately reflect the general east side perception of council, and I have a hypothesis as to why. In our town, everyone in the city votes for all five wards, rather than each ward voting on its own representative. When I brought a petition up and down this road to express a need for a solution to pedestrian problems on Swan Lake Avenue, I was told again and again by signers that Council would never do anything about it because the other four wards would never vote for a council member who actually came from the lower class side of the tracks and could prioritize something the trailer park contingent needs.

Right or wrong, this is the perception.

When I have referred to them as upper middle class, I haven’t meant it as an insult or as a suggestion that they have always been upper middle class. Upper middle class exemplifies the American Dream and I’ve sucked into that ideal as much as anyone else in this country. So it is with hope, rather than criticism, that I learn that City Councilors have not always been what I (and others on my side of town) perceive them to be now.

I don’t want their tax returns. My perception is one of culture rather than cut and dry financial definitions. And, that said, my perception is evolving.

Ultimately, I think it’s hard for anyone to represent something that they aren’t right now. The challenges faced by each generation differ vastly, so what poverty looks like now is different than what it looked like forty years ago. The needs that younger families have are different than they were. Costs of childcare, the dissipation of multigenerational extended families staying together, the distance to which one must individually commute for a job and securing transportation to get there, the job skills necessary to flourish in today’s world - those are all different.

So I would like to take a moment to recognize and appreciate the fact that most, maybe all, of our councilors came from different worlds than what they live in now, and that they do continue to work hard to the best of their abilities. I recognize that none of them necessarily came from money, and I would also like to highlight my belief that their collective intention includes serving the lower classes.

But I stand by the belief that the challenges they faced when their children were young were different than the ones faced by families today, and that sometimes it is extra difficult to see those needs clearly when you are no longer in the thick of it.

Star Island, here we come

Progress has been made on the kitchen, but I'm waiting to put up photos until we've got the countertops put in. We decided to go ahead and order new ones. Well, "we" actually means "I" because I knew when Warren decided he could cut the countertops himself - the ones I got on the cheap from the Re-store in Bangor - that they were toast. But it's okay - we ordered butcher block countertops from Viking. Eventually we'll refinish the floors, too...it's never ending, right?

The kids and I are about to embark upon a week-long adventure, slightly outside of Maine. We're going to a family camp/retreat center on Star Island, off the shore of Portsmouth, New Hampshire. We're leaving our technology behind, which I'm especially excited about. I am privileged to volunteer as one of the adult leaders of the high school aged group, and the kids will have camp activities with their own age groups, too. Then the kids and I will be together in the evenings and probably throughout different parts of each day - I don't know for sure, yet. This is our first time, and I look forward to posting pictures!

I'm excited to get away for many reasons, and honestly, one of them is that I feel I botched my first learning experience regarding the salmon farm thing going down in Belfast. My opinion at this point is an approximate "what's the problem in starting the process over...?" However, I got really irritable when questioned about GMOs, which I also need to learn more about. If there's one thing I struggle to understand, it's why everyone thinks I should pick a side on an issue without thinking about it. As I've said before, I think I'm patently incapable of being anything but myself, and sometimes, that means I take my time to come to a conclusion. Perhaps it's attributable to my career; I'm a natural fit for clinical therapy, at least through the social work lens, because I see both sides of many debates very easily.

Therefore, while I've been looking forward to this trip to Star Island anyway, the added bonus is that it will forcibly shut my social media mouth for a week. I'll also miss the planning board's ultimate decision regarding what they will recommend to City Council regarding the process of considering the salmon farm, but I know I'll hear about it as soon as I get back.

I've also been debating whether to take down my posts from while I was at the planning board public hearing, because they're pretty brusque and cynical - but I've ultimately decided to leave them up, though I'm going to edit the grammar, to be true to myself, and clear about my own foibles. I was expressing my thoughts at the time. I still think the new guy who hijacked the podium and tried to rile up the crowd was a narcissistic twerp, though.

At the beginning of next week, when the kids and I return, I'm planning a series of blog posts about municipal government and what it all means. How many people know what the role of a city's planning board is? What about the various appointed committees (including one I quit) - who knows what they are for? I'd like to write all of this down to summarize and make city government understandable for anyone with an interest.

So - happy trails! See you next week!

Politics and parenthood

So some close-minded idiot publicly questioned my ability to run for office as a mother of small children.

Why does no one ask this question of fathers of young children?

Does motherhood make one less deserving of representation? Are children less deserving of time spent with fathers? Does working to represent my family’s interests in the political sphere diminish in value because of the more traditional mothering time I might sacrifice?

Currently, the one person representing my particular interests in this state who has young children is state representative Erin Herbig, and I am very grateful for her presence. City Council’s currently youngest member does have school-aged children but they are significantly older. Poliquin, Thibodeaux, Arrison, and our mayor - people I see as ostensibly my other representatives - are so far removed from my position in life the idea of them representing any perspective of my family is ludicrous.

That also brings up the income class discrepancy. I am part of a working middle class family on the east side. Like many similar families, I have credit card debt, and Stafford loan debt, plus exorbitant childcare costs in order for us to work to pay off that debt, our mortgage, and our bills. We do not have any investments or savings. We have an extra credit card for emergencies and we are blessed with good health insurance through both of our employers. That’s better than many.

And it’s an accurate representation of my side of town, and my income class in this oligarchical caste system. Not one single Belfast City Councilor has to deal with this. Not one of them must cope with childcare costs. Nor do any of them fall into an income class level below upper middle class.

Is this a horrible thing? Is it a crime to be more financially successful than I currently am? Assuredly not. I look up to all of these people with hope for my own future. But how can they possibly represent my interests, struggles, challenges, and needs, when they are personally so far removed from my current position in life?

If I wait to represent parents - yes, even mothers - of young families, I will lose valuable perspective, because the challenges that face any given population change from year to year. And if I wait to represent the working class - hell, we’ll never be represented accurately. Because who else is raising their hand in my age group AND income class?

I want my children to know that they matter. I want to empower both my four year old daughter and my seven year old son to advocate for themselves and their neighbors. I will keep hugging them, I will continue to take them lots of places, I will continue to make cakes and casseroles, and I will go to their school functions. And the ones I can’t make because of whatever political path unfolds? Oh, that’s right, they have a second parent who loves them just as much as I do. Just like sometimes I attend school functions solo because of his job, sometimes he can attend solo because of mine, and our kids will learn balance by example.

So, disrespectfully, to hell with you, sir. When we met at City Hall for a public hearing and you said you were considering running for Ward 5, I encouraged you to do it. Apparently you are still considering it, despite, as far as I can see, you having never even attempted volunteering for a city committee. You should still go for it. And by all means continue to suggest that being a mother of young children means I shouldn’t run, as well as bring up my volunteer participation on a city committee that I ended up feeling was a waste of my time. You just keep going there, bud.

Bring. It. On. I’m a working class mother of young children. And I’m going to win.

Salmon Farm Thoughts

I will admit that I have avoided this subject, which is highly unlike me. But I’ve been searching for answers, and all I come up with are more questions, plus some serious fear and pain on all sides of the great debate. Should Belfast support the introduction of a Norwegian salmon farm?

I have more questions than answers.

Do I care about the disruption of the natural beauty? In a state with a tourism based economy, I most certainly do care about that. It is something very real that we should take into consideration. It is relatively recent in our history that Belfast has been a bastion of tourism. Previously we were a fairly disgusting chicken town, with an economy in the tank and fewer jobs than ever.

Speaking of, do I care about the potential for additional jobs? Absolutely. Tourism jobs are available less than half the year. However, I want to know what kind of local training this company is committed to providing. The jobs are not unskilled. We have seen companies from Athena to Bank of America come in here and expect inexperienced individuals to magically fit their jobs - and then outsource when they don’t. Is this company committed to local education and employment?

Do I care about the fact that this whole thing seems extremely rushed? And that there is vitriol being spewed on all sides with some particularly defensive comments coming from the direction of local government? Yes. Anger, fear, and defensiveness do not create a good environment for success. I have not been given a good answer yet for why the process cannot be slowed in order to assuage everyone’s fears and work out a lot of different details. 

Do I care about how a salmon’s life feels to the salmon? Believe it or not, I do. I do think as a species it is our responsibility to be as humane to the other species we eat as possible. There is a reason I have processed my own chickens. I eat the chickens, knowing that they had a good life and were humanely slaughtered. So, are there ways in land-based salmon farms to ensure the salmon are treated humanely? Is this company going to do that?

I want someone in the middle (is there anyone left?!!) to sit down and explain it to me. And then I want to do my own research. I want to talk to my friends at Craig Brook National Fish Hatchery in Orland and some of the people developing the marine magnet school in Searsport. I want to read about land-based fish farming, which I do recognize as the future of eating seafood because of the extent 

And if you have a comment - please, could you link to where you got your information from? As in, not just, “I’m so tired of this because I’m right and you’re an idiot so there.” I am neither wrong nor right at the moment because I don’t know enough either way!! I want to know your sources and I’ll research where those sources get their funding from myself. THEN when I have an opinion feel free to bite my head off. :-)






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Hello, Maine

I am frequently asked what led me to Maine. The answer is a story of Gen-X disillusionment, working class struggles, and financial desperation, with an exceedingly rare blissful ending.

Prior to living in Maine, I lived in Lubbock, Texas, or, as I like to call it, the ass-end of hell. The whole town is segregated - seriously, all of the people of color are on one side of the highway, and all of the white people are on the other side of the highway. The only school in town that teaches evolution is the Catholic school. The public schools teach “intelligent design” and are also prone to referring to the American Civil War as the War of Northern Aggression. Oh, and everyone in town looks the other way, pretending not to see each other, when they buy liquor. Don’t even get me started on the Boom Boom Cabaret, just outside of the city, a classy establishment that a large percentage of the white male population frequents and then lies to their upstanding Protestant wives about it.

Don’t get me wrong - I have nothing against strip clubs. Everybody’s got to make a living, and you only have to look at the covers of magazines in Hannaford to understand that sex sells. I was sad when the topless coffee shop in Augusta burned down. Who doesn’t like the female form, right? What I personally don’t like is hypocrisy.

I was not born in Lubbock. I was born at a naval hospital in Kingsville, Texas, and was raised for most of my life in Houston. I ended up in Lubbock by choice, which meant I actively chose to suffer for four years. My reason? Grad school. I had listened to all of the allegedly well-meaning college advisors and majored in a subject I loved: history. And when I didn’t know what to do with that degree, I went to grad school and got my MA in military history. You see where this is going. After that first round of grad school, I ignored my inner voice, the one that told me to quit the academic path and either be a dog groomer or a manager at the Walmart where I worked, and instead began a PhD program at Texas Tech University.

I was quickly miserable. There is a degree of backbiting egoism in academia that I had not previously encountered in my bachelor’s and master’s programs at my little commuter school, Sam Houston State University. It became abundantly clear to me that a future as a professor was not for me. I am simply not a part of that particular brand of gentrification. Despite a high GPA, I failed my first attempt at comprehensive exams, meaning I didn’t make it to being “ABD” - all but dissertation. Passing comprehensive exams is similar to passing the bar exam in law school - you can try as many times as you like, until you pass. But I realized that I was not going to do any better on subsequent attempts, and took it as a final sign that I did not belong in that particular world. I have never regretted that decision.

So I wrote, professionally, for a time. I set up several contracts with websites containing news and travel articles, and it provided enough of an income to survive. I searched desperately for a regular job, and I had no snobbery about it - I applied to everywhere from Starbucks to Home Depot and beyond. I applied to be a 911 dispatcher and even began researching how to become a police officer, because the police department in Lubbock is always hiring (and always firing, too). The bottom had dropped out of the economy, and again and again, I was rejected.

What I was really desperate for, beyond the minimum “must make enough to eat and have shelter” was to get out of Lubbock, and I was fortunate enough to have the fates push me in that direction. While I was writing an article about the Peace Corps, I came across the website for AmeriCorps. I had never heard of AmeriCorps before and was quickly sucked in to the possibilities. Finally, something that appealed to my desire to work with my hands thatcoincided with my own values, as well.

The night that I discovered AmeriCorps, I didn’t go to sleep. I spent all night looking up options, uploading resumes, requesting transcripts and contacting my references. As I sat in front of my aging Mactop, dreaming of the possibilities, I thought about what I wanted, if I were able to wherever I could possibly want. I narrowed it down to two priorities: cold and sparsely populated. Third, in the back of my mind,I wanted to live near water, but I assumed that nowhere near water would be sparsely populated.

Then I found Maine. A program in Belfast, The Game Loft, was looking for an AmeriCorps VISTA. The rest, as they say, is history. I put in my application in the middle of the night on a Sunday. Monday I was called for an initial interview. I was interviewed by the program directors Wednesday. Friday I had a plane ticket to go to Maine to find a place to live.

Ten years later, I’m still here. And I don’t ever want to leave.

A social worker in politics?

Prior to choosing politics as a career, most people have some sort of profession. Most, not all, because there are certainly those trust fund babies out there that we’ve voted in - you know, the ever-patriotic politicians  that have “made their own way” by opening a bunch of failed businesses starting with six figure “loans” from their parents. Ahem.

Most politicians, though, start out as lawyers or large-scale business owners. It’s easy to see why. Lawyers are educated to find information that fits whatever pre-existing narrative they are defending or prosecuting, focused on discounting any information outside of that narrative. It works well in politics, because arguing a political position involves minimizing any information that might justify an alternative perspective. This is true on both the left and the right.

As for the business owners - that’s fairly obvious, as well. Successful business owners and CEOs see the government as a business, and are therefore motivated by profit - which is one reason we’re always caught up in someone else’s damned war. Intelligent people who are economically motivated recognize that war of any kind is always a boost to the national economy as well as to things like cultural unity.

You know what there aren’t that many of? Social workers. And that’s a shame. Honestly, more social workers in politics would create a more successful country, and I do mean from all angles - from the economic to the sociological. Why? Allow me to explain...

Social workers can be divided into three categories: macro, micro, and mezzo. Macro social workers often do back-end work for non-profits and government agencies focused on human well-being. Their professional lives involve marketing, grant writing, communication, and coordination between businesses and non-profits. So, they’re much like those previously mentioned business owners, only instead of being motivated by monetary profit, macro social workers are focused on cultivating successful, financially viable systems that serve humanity as a whole.

Micro social workers are clinical social workers. A licensed clinical social worker is someone who practices psychotherapy with individual clients and possibly groups. So how do they differ from other types of licensed clinical counselors? Like its macro counterpart, a micro social worker’s clinical focus includes systems. This means that when a client is depressed, for example, a clinical social worker will both see the client for therapy but will also do things like find concrete solutions for existing situational problems. That might mean hooking them up with a way to get a job, education, food, health care, and other necessary community services.

And that leaves the mezzo social workers, which do some combination of both of those things. That could translate to managing a bunch of other social workers, or it could mean something like what I do: school social work. I see individual clients for therapy as well as facilitating focused group therapy, but I also coordinate alternative learning experiences for the high school behavioral program and work on connecting the program with local businesses and nonprofits. 

In more concrete terms, a social worker is likely to be a believer in universal healthcare, but s/he is also likely focused on how to best create a financially viable way of implementing it. I think about things like this on a local level. I see, for example, that Vermont has excellent state-sponsored universal healthcare, and that they are a rural state similar to our own. That makes me want to research how they accomplish that. When Tennessee made the first two years of any post-high school education at a state school free to all graduates of Tennessee high schools, I wanted to know how they did that and whether we could make that work in Maine or even within towns like Belfast and counties like Waldo  that have satellite campuse of universities (The Hutchinson Center) along with adult education programs and a technical school. 

And that’s perhaps the biggest difference between social workers and other politicians. We see problems and we want solutions, but we don’t automatically have a position or an answer - and we want one, or many. We research. We talk to people. We consider how what works in Tennessee or Vermont might not work exactly the same in Maine, and we allow contributions from all sides to be involved in the path to creating something that works in Maine. We don’t decide what the solution is and then focus on selling it. We see a problem and then we listen to people to work toward gathering all of the information in order to find a solution.

You want a country that’s fiscally doing well that also takes care of its people? You want a country where everyone works hard at their respective jobs and their needs are also consistently met? Vote for social workers.

Four state park passport stamps down!

I love the Maine state park system. And I really love living in a state with so much natural beauty. I know it’s difficult to have a tourism-based economy. We do have lobster and potatoes, of course, but those are seasonal, too. But people here are survivors. To look at the positive side of a tourist-based economy, one only has to look at the number, not to mention the variety, of gorgeous state parks.

Everyone gets all hot and bothered about our Acadia National Park, and sure, sure, it’s beautiful. We try to take a family vacation somewhere near it every year. I love it. But in some ways, Acadia’s reputation simply eclipses many of the Maine state parks, making it so that some people will just never know the true extent of our beautiful state parks.

I’m okay with that. Because, see, when I go to a state park in the summer, it’s almost like an escape from the people from away. Don’t misunderstand me - I do appreciate the tourists. But while I may appreciate them, it’s nothing compared to how I feel about people who live here and especially people who are from here. Those are my people - yes, even that guy with bumper stickers that I disagree with. He’d pull over to help me if I was stuck in the snow, and I’d do the same for him.

It’s like I tell people, when they learn I’m from Houston and remark on my lack of an accent: I was supposed to be born in Maine...but nobody remembered to tell my parents that!

So, taking advantage of our annual vehicle pass, for the first time this year both of my kids are old enough to be interested and engaged by the Maine state park “passport” program. We are determined to go to every single one eventually. Did you know that you get a magnet after you’ve gotten stamps from eight parks? Add eight more and you also get the next prize, a patch. Eight more gets you a water bottle. For whatever reason, thanks the prize that got both of my kids’ ears all perked up.

If you get stamps from all 48 state parks, your next annual state park pass is free!

I would love to see Belfast do something similar, perhaps with pages for stamps for every city park and also local businesses. And I’d love for that to extend to the north, south, east, and west sides of the city - a stamp at the city’s boat launch onto Goose River, a stamp at the Rail Trail, a stamp at Darby’s...the possibilities are endless. I’d definitely participate!

And participate we have, at the state level.

We’ve got four stamps so far, the furthest away being Peaks-Kenny, outside of Dover-Foxcroft. One side effect: both kids informed me that next time we go to that one, they want to stay the night. Well, we’re tent camping at the Lake St. George state park this weekend - so, next year, camping at more parks will be a goal.

Let the rebuilding begin

When we began looking for a house to buy in Belfast, we were very careful to look for something we could afford. One that I fell in love with, in Stockton Springs, was huge and old and beautiful, but while we could afford the mortgage, the heating bill would have bankrupted us - which is why it was on the market. My husband and I learned a lot about affordable housing in the area, and we decided to buy a little house in Belfast’s East Side (capitalization for cultural identity emphasis!). The East Side is strange by other states’ suburban standards; there are mobile homes falling apart with trash all over the yard right next to well-kept trailer parks and at least one huge farmhouse with a turret overlooking the river. There are also quite a few houses like ours - World War II era track housing, built for functionality rather than aesthetics.

Moving in here was disorienting and chaotic, because we had a month-old infant and were completely sleep deprived. I readily admit that I purposefully did not look inside of the cabinets as I shoved my kitchen stuff haphazardly into them. I was too tired to think about fixing anything. Then I had another baby, eventually a new job, and then another new job...

And now I am finally ready to look inside the damned cabinets.

They’re gross. But sometimes in this world, we all have to pull our heads out of our asses and take some responsibility for the gross truth in order to start the journey toward making it better. And we can’t do it without help! So in our family, I’ve managed to take all of the cabinet doors off their hinges, remove their respective hardware, and transport them into our garage. After consultation with our expert friends at our local Aubuchon, James and I donned gloves and opened the garage to begin stripping the paint.

Man, this stuff is caustic. One drop on my skin and it's a chemical burn. I made James take a break during the chemical pouring after that; once it gets to a certain point of solid absorption, it’s safer for him to help me putty knife all the crappy stuff off.

During this process, we’ve seen all of the half-ass patching and repairs previous homeowners have done to this. No one has ever gotten down to the naked bottom layer in order to fix it correctly and make it actually nice, because it required too much work and time investment.

I have energy, though, and so does my best helper, James. And we have a vested interest in making things good around here, not just making them LOOK good.

It’s how I feel about Belfast, too. It’s beautiful here, with so much potential for wonderful growth. My East Side is a significant part of this town, and we, too, have much to contribute to the unity and development of this town and it’s further beautification.

I’m invested. I have energy. Here we go!

My first city committee...and the real reason why I quit

When I first started considering running for some sort of office, I started this blog and I also filled out an application to be considered for one of the city’s committees - specifically, since I’m committed to finding a safe solution to the number of at-risk pedestrians on my road, I chose the Pedestrian, Hiking, and Biking Committee. I went before City Council to explain why I wanted to be on it and was accepted. 

And I was really excited about it, too. At my first meeting, I was so happy to discover that my established, senior committee members were kind, welcoming, wonderful people. The meetings weren’t at the most convenient time for me, but I was always happy when I attended. The committee was very supportive of my pet priority, which would be some sort of pedestrian solution on Swan Lake Avenue in Belfast. However, I began to feel like I couldn’t make much of an impact, despite the moral support of the committee members. City Council, it seemed, had been happy to spend $10K to have a traffic analysis done of my road...but  were also happy with no solution being forthcoming. And my committee didn’t really have any power to push for a solution. So while I truly admired their commitment to making Belfast more pedestrian and cyclist friendly, I quickly realized they didn’t have the ability - despite the desire - to push for extending that friendliness to Ward 5. Swan Lake Avenue’s pedestrian problems were simply too big.

I also began to understand that if I wanted concrete solutions, I needed a backend understanding of the bigger picture of everything from the city’s budget to what needs might be neglected in any of the five wards. I needed to understand what other challenges the city was facing in order to be able to more effectively lobby for the east side.

To do that, I really needed to collect my thoughts and mental resources and prepare to run for City Council. And between that realization and the feeling that I was spending two hours once a month feeling politely useless, I just...let it go. Onward with my quest toward usefulness! 

When did it become unacceptable to be unsure?

We use words to describe well-regarded political figures that simply baffle me. We use words like “grounded,” “consistent,” and “trustworthy,” all in the same description, all with the implication that we really value our political representatives’ abilities to know everything without having even been exposed to a fraction of the information needed to have an informed opinion. We applaud politicians who “stick with their principles,” and “know what they stand for.”

This is stupid. It’s incredibly limiting, and it’s also probably the biggest chunk of what’s wrong in the political sphere. We apparently are more comforted by a politician who claims to know everything than we are by one who might be tempted to say, “I need to learn more about that.” I have sympathy for the most recent Libertarian presidential candidate because he got raked over the coals for admitting he lacked knowledge on something. Is there an SAT of current events that every candidate for office has to memorize? If so, that’s flawed - rote memorization doesn’t teach one how to think and ask questions. No wonder we have so many rank-and-file party-dominated politicians. They have no idea how to possibly come to an individual conclusion outside the hive mind. They’d pass that history quiz with the names and dates of events, but they’d fail the research papers - where the real learning happens.

I want politicians who have lots of questions rather than all of the answers. I want someone who will take the time to analyze potential solutions for the needs of the constituents. Confidence and narcissism create great theater, along with a great deal of chaos and a long list of poor decisions. Answering a constituent’s questions or even accusations with a defensive, two-dimensional answer accomplishes nothing. Even if a mind is already made up, it should be able to change if new information is presented.

But no, our society supports the predictable ones, the people with the black-and-white answers who seek only information that confirms their already established biases. We can’t have someone changing their mind - if they do, they’ve obviously been bought and paid for by a corporation, lobbyist, or other wealthy entity.

We will ourselves to remain blind to the fact that their ideals and decisions have been bought and paid for since the very beginning.

I don’t give a damn which political sign you stick in your yard or which box you checked on the voter registration card - whatever category you’ve allowed yourself to be sorted into, don’t let it confine you. Take those blinders off. Recognize the value in not knowing everything, and search for candidates who possess a determination to learn as much as they can about their constituents’ issues, needs, and priorities, and who is committed to a search for solutions rather than for a way to prove their first solution is the best one.

I’m running for Belfast City Council. I don’t know everything. Hell, I even struggle with what party defines me - because the truth is, none of them do. At the moment my political affiliation on my voting card reads “undefined/undeclared” because I originally chose a political faction thinking I could make a difference by participating in primaries. I know now that my vote didn’t count when I did participate, so any impact I decide I’m going to make in the future is not going to happen via that route. So - I got more information, gained some experience, and changed my mind. See how that works?

I do know some bits of knowledge that will not change. I know that I care about individuals. I care about my community. I care about finding solutions that work best to fulfill individual and community needs. I live on Belfast’s “East Side,” and I’m tired of there being a “side” at all. We’re all Belfast. And we all deserve community representatives who want to learn.