At 9am on Tuesday morning this week I stood with Los Angeles Mayor, Eric Garcetti, members of the L.A. City Council, board members of the Los Angeles Department of Water and Power Commission and long term colleagues from the climate justice action community to be part of a historic announcement.
Just like in the movies, days of rain suddenly ended as if Moses had parted the Atmospheric River, and the California sunshine spotlighted our snow-kissed mountains in high def.
Only two days earlier I had been at a meeting to plan our response and action if Garcetti were to choose to repower the plants to burn more gas for the next 30-40 years.
But then on Monday afternoon word started to stream through that the Mayor was embracing the Green New Deal for Los Angeles and would announce there would be no gas repower. Garcetti was ready for clean power NOW.
What was to be a protest rally and action suddenly turned into a green victory celebration. Instead of being there as opponents, the Mayor invited environmentalists to stand with him in support.
Nobody knows what the fuck “Techron” is but everyone knows exactly what “Chevron Sucks!” means. It means the same thing as “Celtics Suck!” or “Boston Sucks!” and there is no worse insult a Lakers fan can give an evil villain.
That’s why I’ve been letting everyone know for the past 10 years, at every Lakers game I attend, that “Chevron Sucks!” And that’s why I’ve been lobbying the Lakers for just as long to drop the climate wrecking oil company as a corporate partner.
And now they have!
I worked for years to help redefine Chevron’s role at solar-powered Staples Center as part of Chevron’s every home game promotion aimed at children. They got kids to cheer for their cartoon toy car race, but I got them to laugh at Chevron sucking.
Even though my bit is funny, Chevron is one of the biggest polluters and destroyers of a livable climate on planet Earth, and they’ve acted like a classic crime organization.
Chevron spreads money around local organizations, community annual events, local sports teams and everyone else they can pay to ignore what a dirty, filthy, toxic, health destroying business Chevron is in. That’s why –
Was it my publicly pissing in Chevron’s promotion pool every home game that got them to withdraw? Was it the letters I sent the Lakers asking them to drop the partner that didn’t meet the team’s own high standards and values?
No one wants to say officially.
But one thing’s for sure. The Lakers have upped their game in the Magic-LeBron era and only the best will do now. That’s why I’m a season ticket holder.
That’s right. I’m in, but since Chevron sucks, they’re out.
Now it’s time they got out of El Segundo and liquidated their assets to pay for the damage they’ve done. I’ll get them to do that too. Maybe we’ll have the post Trump government nationalize all the oil companies.
But meanwhile I’m going to enjoy the new green, clean Showtime Lakers.
When Chevron, or Phillips 66, or ExxonMobil or E&B oil companies give schools and nonprofits funding money they do it for one reason only.
To pay them to shut up.
You can fool yourself if you want to, but you can’t fool your kids, because in the end they will know their school, or that nonprofit pretending to be teaching kids about the environment, sold them out. Sold them out to the very oil companies who are destroying their chance of having a decent future.
And they will damn sure remember who went along for the ride to get that oil company money. Read more
It all started with the video. It was sent to me last Thursday via email. A YouTube link from someone calling themself Primrose Evergreen.
The email said “We made this video. We want 2 talk 2 U. If U want 2 talk w/us B sitting on the 9/11 bench @ Pier & Valley/Ardmore @ 11:15 PM. Thanksgiving. No phones. No cameras. No recording devices.“
Debra didn’t want me to go and I will admit I was tired from too much food and too much drink. I will admit that may have impaired my better judgment. I told her I was pretty sure it was just a prank and I’d be back within the hour.
So at 11:05 PM I parked my EV at Hermosa Beach City Hall, plugged it into the free charger and strolled over to the button-covered bench on the greenbelt.
At exactly at 11:15 on the nose, a Honda Odyssey minivan pulled to a stop in front of me – the side door opened and a young voice belonging to someone inside said, “Put this on, and get inside.” – a hand reached out of the backseat holding a Trader Joe’s shopping bag.