Letters to the Editor
I read, with some amusement, the ad that Gabrielle Dolphin placed in the Alameda Sun. It looks like those donations were spread over a seven-year period and all the people who made them are residents of our county as compared to the approximately $150,000 donated so far by New York billionaire, George Soros.
It appears that Pamela Price and her supporters can only run a negative campaign because they can’t point to anything that qualifies Price to be our District Attorney.
One of the reasons I moved to Alameda is for its bikeability. But, there’s nothing worse than living on an island and feeling cut off from the water. Alameda’s shoreline trails for walking and cycling are disjointed, and even getting paddle boats and kayaks onto the estuary can be a struggle if you don’t have easy access to launching points.
The new plans for Alameda Marina call for opening up the property and providing access to a shoreline that has been walled off for generations. After listening to resident feedback, the developers have agreed to stretch the Bay Trail along the shoreline and have added contiguous walking and bike paths and lots of open space. There will be access points for paddle boats and other small craft, and the literal wall of buildings separating the marina from Clement Avenue will be cleared, giving full views of the estuary.
Island living should feel like island living, and any new development that comes along should enhance that feeling.
Alameda Marina is an important part of the Island’s history and deserves to be given back for residents to enjoy.
As a Social Studies teacher at Alameda High School, I am exposed to my share of drama. Sophomores have been my specialty since I started teaching. Young men and women ages 14 to 16 fill my classroom daily. Adolescents are exploring their world and most experiences are new, important, fresh and often occupy all five senses at once.
Most striking has been the political activism and national topics spoken within our walls. It makes me feel young witnessing young people have these epiphanies in my classroom. Often I am used as a safe sounding board to developing opinions that are not their parents’.
“Black Lives Matter,” prom-posals, “Feel the Bern,” school shootings, bigotry, “#MeToo,” “I’m With Her,” pro-choice, gay marriage, pro-life, “Not-My-President,” young Republicans, “Just Say No,” more gun control, and prayer in school are just a few topics that have flowed through our classroom. Few topics were left behind.
Then came the Santa Fe High School shooting.
That morning while on a break, a notification broke the news of the Texan tragedy. Past experiences have shown me that many of my students got the same sad report. When the Parkland shooting occurred on Valentine’s Day, every period after lunch and the next day was in discussion and opinion. “To March or Not to March” discussions continued through the weeks until the walk-out. There were a few Second Amendment debates soon after.
This latest one is different. Not a single student has come to me about the shooting. No chatter about the shooting between tasks. Nothing. During my last period I started to poke. “Did you hear about Santa Fe, Tex.?” I asked. “The shooting? Yah.” That was it! I tried another table but the response was similar. They had moved on. Moved on!
Today is the Monday after and not a student had a peep to say about a school of like size losing eight students and two teachers. As I write this I worry. Has this become the norm for our youth? Have we taught them this is an acceptable part of their American high-school experience that they must survive? I don’t know and this saddens me.
Although I waver in my hope for the future, tomorrow is another day. A hug from my son, a talk with friends and a good night’s sleep should clear the clouds from my mind. Tomorrow I will ask more questions and open more minds.
But tonight I brood.