20 Years Ago in the Free Venice Beachhead (June 1987)


Right to the Throat

Venice resident, Ruth Galanter, was brutally attacked and stabbed in the neck by an intruder in her home shortly before the City Council election, which she went on to win. –FVBH

By Carol Fondiller

When I started to write this article, I was going to segue into it by recounting some of the violent attacks I have sustained while living in Venice as a single woman and alone. I wrote reams of adverbs, adjectives, full of deep descriptive phrases. But I started talking about a violent incident that happened to me to a friend of mine. She interrupted very sweetly, “Oh, I know. You’ve told me before ... it’s awful.” Hey, I can take a hint. Violence is a real drag, and don’t dwell on it. I’ll shut up about the violent attacks on me, even though there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t acknowledge them in some way.

Not consciously, but it’s there. My health, my lifestyle, my attitudes have changed. I used to walk out by myself at night - not any more. Sleep used to lay thickly on me and I’d wake up refreshed. Now I have the television or the radio on, and the light. I sleep in tee-shirts that could pass for street clothes so I won’t be found naked and helpless by some Policeman or Paramedic.

The Ruth Galanter incident has twisted, seized and squeezed my entrails, and augmented my own experiences of being unfair game.

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I try to scream. I can’t. My neck is wet with blood. Someone’s breathing heavily. I put my hand to my throat to stop the blood, I can’t find where the blood is coming from. I’m fully awake now, and the blood has turned to sweat and the panting is my own.

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I’m waiting for the bus and a group of young black men approach, their voices raised in mufuck-this and mufuck-that. My heart begins to pound - you get the picture.

The attack on Ruth Galanter might not have been a political act in itself, but it has political consequences and political roots. I don’t mean that I think the suspect is an innocent pawn or a paid assassin, or that he was framed. I don’t have any more information than the rest of the civilian population, as the police refer to us. Police Chief Darryl Gates and District Attorney Ira Reiner have made the attack political. They have held press conferences and have already declared that the suspect Mark Olds is guilty. As we head into the Bicentennial of the Constitution, I find this disquieting, and given the climate of the times, I don’t see a fair trial for Mark Olds in the tea-leaves. By their hasty and vociferous denials less than 24 hours after the suspect turned himself in that the attack was not politically motivated, the Police Chief and the D.A. have raised questions in the minds of many as to why the Police Chief and the D.A. were so quick to discount any political motives.

The Galanter stabbing was on everyone’s mind and everyone I talked to had theories, ranging from Mark Olds was innocent, or was just an innocent gang member (talk about your Oxymoronics !), or was hired by powerful development pro-Russell interests to off her. To which a friend of mine replied: “Why buy an Olds when you can afford a Cadillac?” Those talks resonated back to the post-Kennedy assassination days when a car backfiring made even the staunchest of us flinch. How many years to go ‘til the Warren Commission Report becomes public?

In the days following the Galanter attack, I read every article that was printed about her in every local paper. I became an obsessive channel-switcher, trying to get every station’s coverage of the event. In the middle of doing the most mundane of chores, watching t.v. or riding the bus, I’d catch myself saying out loud, “Live, Ruth. Survive. Do it for me.”

At her televised press conference, she sat wrapped in a white terrycloth robe and said, “They can’t shut me up.” I cheered. Oh, well, the neighbors think I’m crazy anyway.

Aahh. But the articles in the newspapers, and the background features on the newscasts: “Fear Stalks Once Peaceful Neighborhood,” “Beauty and the Beastly.” Headlines like that have been recycled about Bel-Air, Thousand Oaks, Silverlake, but. But. Whether the motives were greed, need, political, all or none of the above, an injury was sustained by us all. Injuries to Venice have been sustained by us all, whether motivated by need, greed, politics, all or none of the above.

We’ve suffered the consequences when Venice is turned into investment properties by people who don’t even want to live in Venice, just live off it. Our present Councilwoman encourages these assaults of overdevelopment and tells us “that’s progress.”

There was a phrase in one of the newspaper articles that caught my eye. “Venice ......Where criminals rub elbows with millionaires.” Hey, sometimes the criminals and the millionaires are one and the same, and they’re elbowing me out of living here, you out of your parking space, and robbing us all of habitable living space, drawing a visible line between the very rich and the very poor. As the rich move in and take more space, the poor get pushed together in less space, or get pushed out.

The assault on Ruth by whomever is a macrorepresentation of the assault on all of us by the forces of “improvement” manifested in Venice in recent times. This evil, larger than life (but Goddess be thanked, lesser than death) catastrophe is the everyday reality for many people “negatively impacted.” That’s bureaucratese for sentenced to slow death by the on-slaught of the VACuous invasion and perversion of the Venice “mix of different ethnic and economic groups that make Venice so unique” lifestyle. These “visionaries” are killing off the least terns, egrets, ducks, and coots by turning the Canals into a sanitary cement-bottomed bathtub for the fastidious rich. Low-income people are being turned into the new homeless because office space displaces low-income units.

Maybe the right person is in jail, maybe not. Maybe other people are involved, maybe not. Maybe in view of recent history, there is some justification for some Venetians’ conspiracy theories.

In the past, City and State officials along with developers have tried to silence us by jail, beatings, vandalism.

But that’s not the point. Not only are we, our cities, victims of assault, we are survivors.
To paraphrase Ruth Galanter, as she sat wrapped in her white terrycloth bathrobe, “They can’t shut us up.”

Posted: Fri - June 1, 2007 at 04:37 PM          


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