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Jamie Vaughn, a Local Surviving Breast Cancer and Starting a Podcast

Hello, my name is Jamie Vaughn and I have been a life long resident of Reno, Nevada. I am a recent survivor of Stage 2 HER2+ Estrogen/Progesterone Negative breast cancer. As of December 13, 2022, I am cancer free. I was treated with chemotherapy at Cancer Care Specialists and had a bilateral mastectomy with immediate DIEP Flap restorative reconstruction at Center For Restorative Breast Surgery in New Orleans, Louisiana.

I retired from teaching after 20 years and breast cancer tried to take me down. I had other plans though. While my journey has been an incredibly scary bumpy ride, I have learned so much along the way and I want to share my story and help others who are and will be traveling their own path through breast cancer. 

I launched my podcast, “Test Those Breasts!” on June 11, 2023, the one year anniversary of my diagnosis as a healing mechanism and to help shorten the learning curve for and inspire others who have been diagnosed and their caregivers. 

A diagnosis like mine and so many others is incredibly overwhelming and downright terrifying, especially with all of the confusing information that is thrown at us.  The more resources we have, such as my podcast, the better. I interview various physicians, such as breast surgeons, oncologists, nurses, radiologists, survivors, caregivers, various types of therapists, and more. 

If you feel that you can add value to my show and would like to interview with me, please go to this link and fill it out. https://bit.ly/3rgIKgF

Likewise, if you have a podcast and think I could add value by interviewing, please email me at TestThoseBreasts@gmail.com. 

My podcasts can be found on Apple, Spotify, and several other platforms. It has grown organically so far, so listening, reviewing, rating, and sharing is incredibly helpful. Remember to Test Those Breasts!

https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/test-those-breasts/id1691009242

https://spotify.link/0Ga9cIwZ8Cb 

Our Town Reno Citizen’s Forum, September 2023

Sunday 09.17.23
Posted by Nicolas Colombant
 

The Echoes of Lahania: UNR Grad Connects with Husband's Devastated Family and Friends in Maui

Photo Credit: John Bigorna

It eats everything as it goes, jumping from house to house, feeding off the foliage, but it's too hungry. So it continues to grow, eating like it's at a buffet, paying no mind to the screams and panic that residents release into the air within bellows of smoke. Many run to their cars, some just run straight into the water all in hopes of escaping the flames. And while some may have escaped the flames, the devastation is still there.

“Everything is gone,” Nick says to me in shock, my husband, my best friend of the past five years, since we met in the library at University of Nevada, Reno. The same man that proudly represented his hometown Lahaina, Maui back in that library to this very day. Always claiming how it’s the most beautiful place and how the close knit community made him the person he is today.

He drops down onto the couch to continue scrolling through horror that is happening thousands of miles aways. But even the distance doesn’t lessen the reality and impact it has on him. Frantically, he calls and messages everyone he can think of to make sure they are safe.

Many don’t answer until hours later when they have service again. And when they do, they recount the traumatic scene they just witnessed. 

The once bustling town of Lahaina that was weeks ago filled with life is now reduced to ashes. The same streets Nick would ride his longboard on, are littered with burnt vehicles, some still carrying the unfortunate souls that didn’t make it out in time. The friends' homes that had been in their families for generations, some of which were built by their own families hands are gone. Countless memories from multiple generations, lost to the flames.

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I can still remember hearing him, describing skating down the streets during his youth, the stories of him and his friends wandering aimlessly through the very town that we now watch engulfed in flames. Over and over again, video after video, Tik Tok, Facebook, Instagram, even LinkedIn we watch his childhood burn. But we can’t stop watching, it’s like we ourselves are chained to the screens. Stuck in a pit of desperation and helplessness we read the struggles of the community he grew up in. Posts asking for donations: water, gas, food, clothes, anything to help them and their families get by.

We read the statements and cry that the donations are being unreceived. That even some with donations are being turned around due to the organization and chaos. Claims that the Red Cross is not providing the necessary assistance to the community circulate more as the days go by. We click and share as many of the Gofundmes as we can find, and plan financially how we can shift some money to help. We are grateful that locals from neighboring islands are coming by boat and handing off donations directly to the Maui residents. 

While those affected by the fire are receiving more care now, the struggle to preserve through the trauma and the physical remains of the natural disaster is still an obstacle for many. To just get to California from Maui, and that’s if your ID, and wallet weren’t lost to the fire and can afford plane tickets is a five-hour flight. Making resources that much more difficult to receive, and that much more detrimental to the community. It wasn’t until recently that many locals were without power,gas, and water.

Nick's friends' posts are littered with the same question of why not leave their home? Why not pack what little to nothing they have left and leave the home of their ancestors. The land they were all raised to care and respect and see as part of their own families. A simple question on the outside, but a loaded and complex one underneath.

“A girl from my bible study, her whole family’s home was burnt down. Her own family built those homes,” Nick shows me. 

Two-thousand structures were lost or damaged by the fires according to CNN, and while there are still parts of the island that were physically unaffected by the fires, there is still much to do and as well as a sense of responsibility, to find the family that is still unaccounted for and to “kokua” to their community in this time of need.

“It looks like something out of Pompeii, you wouldn’t recognize it,” Nick’s friend says after searching burnt out sites.

For the past few days, Aldri Constantino has been looking for his brother Allen Constantino, with his cousin John Bigonaro, and several other family members. Since the fire, no one has known where Allen or his mother are, and his family have been looking frantically since. At one point, there was hope that the two were found and marked safe, but upon further investigation it was not the case.

Another member of their family had checked into the local emergency shelter and because they signed their names at check in, the household was marked safe. What felt like a light at the end of the tunnel and finally some good news on Allen and his mother’s disappearance, was ripped away. On August 15th, Nick and his other friends shared the same posts. It was Allen’s birthday.

I watched Nick “leave” as he looked through the photos, getting lost in the memories of his friends. For a brief moment he smiles at the quote he sees on a photo shared by another family member of Allen’s. The quote “there must be someone cutting onions today ,” alongside a photo of Allen and his mom on a tv screen, Nick looks at me stating it perfectly reminds him of Allen. Nick recounts a memory when Allen got upset and said that onions must be being cut, to hide the fact he was tearing up. Meanwhile the hope to find Allen and his mom still burns bright.

Maui police and other organizations have asked families that are still searching for missing loved ones to provide DNA samples to help with identifying the departed. According to CBS, over a thousand people are still missing or are unaccounted for.

The Red Cross has announced that they do have a phone line to help look for missing persons, and identify the victims that were lost in the fire. Many locals have gone to using social media making their own google spreadsheets sharing within the community to find family and friends. Others have taken to the streets, to search for them on their own in the rubbles much like Allen’s family.

If you would like to help any of the local Maui residents many have taken to GofundMe to create accounts like this one for Allen’s family.

Citizen’s Forum Contribution by Reynolds School of Journalism graduate Tatiana Ramirez

Thursday 08.17.23
Posted by Nicolas Colombant
 

Favorites from Reno's Art Signals Utility Box Program

Summer reporter Aimee Arellano wanted to do a series on some of her favorites from the Art Signals utility box painting program she regularly comes across.

According to the City of Reno website, these signal boxes “serve as canvases for original art pieces painted by local artists, residents, students and community members of all ages.”

The program started in 2008 and has grown to about 50 painted signal boxes, from downtown Reno to the North and South Valleys.  

Artists, who are paid $750 after completion, apply each Spring, with designs approved by the Public Art Committee and Reno Arts and Culture Commission before they are painted.

Here’s what Aimee wrote: “Something I love about Reno is all the little details of the city that add more color to life.  It’s fun to be able to be sitting in your car, waiting at a red light and turning your head to see an amazing painting. Looking at every detail of each painting only shows how much thought and work goes into it. A true round of applause to each artist that continues to add some beauty to our city. 

I have three favorites of the ones I’ve seen, I love how picture perfect the wolf by the artist Vaka  is. The up close face makes you feel like it is looking right at you, and it is a great homage to our Wolf Pack mascot. I love how the Reno one by Mike Moreno is graffitied and the colors that were incorporated in it, as well as the “West Coast Living” written on the side to add more character. Another favorite is the one with the heart in the center by Cathy Ashworth with all the different pieces of designs meeting in the middle. Each one of them is a representation of our city in their own way and are beautifully done.” 

Others in photos include work by Megan Jewett, Traci L Turner and Rodney Herrera.

Citizen’s Forum Contribution by Aimee Arellano

Monday 08.14.23
Posted by Nicolas Colombant
 

Nights of Fire at the Hot August Nights in Sparks

Crowds are pouring in to Sparks for the annual car parade and drag race. Smoke fills the air with the smell of diesel.

"It’s amazing... It’s the first time I’ve worked here... And it’s really fun" -Michelle F.

The National Anthem starts and the wind blows as engines roar.

There is a race where a four cylinder shuts down the V-5 and another where a Buick Skylark 455 takes it. A man in the crowd screams at the fastest match. He says, "that’s going to be fifty dollars a tire.”

The announcer: "I think he's going to be stuck paying for dinner tonight."

The Camaro wins. “Thanks for coming out to the Nugget…!”

Citizen’s Forum Contribution by Dani DeRosa

Saturday 08.05.23
Posted by Nicolas Colombant
 

John, Unhoused, Giving Out Haircuts to Friends for Free in Reno

You never know what you will see on the side of the road while driving in Reno. As I was driving down Keystone, I noticed two gentlemen on the side of the road — one was getting a haircut and the other was giving it. I was so intrigued at the fact that they were just standing on the sidewalk of such a busy street and were unbothered enough to start cutting hair in the middle of the day. 

I learned their names are John (white shirt) and Jim (sitting down). Both said they are unhoused but doing the best they can.

John said he just started getting into cutting hair again. He got interested in cutting hair as a teenager when he would be hanging out with his friends listening to music and messing around with different ways to cut their hair. Even though he might go long periods without cutting hair he says he always gravitates back to it.

I asked John if he ever asks for anything in exchange for a haircut. Although he said he hadn't thought about doing that he said it would be a good idea to exchange goods for one. He usually only cuts hair for the people he knows personally. John says cutting hair allows him to clear his mind and provides distraction to make days go by faster. 

Jim and John have known each other for only a few months but say they have grown a good friendship and enjoy the time they get to share together. They both stay in different places but will frequently meet to catch up.

Citizen’s Forum Contribution by Aimee Arellano

Monday 07.31.23
Posted by Nicolas Colombant
 

Still Feeling Priced Out in Reno And Wondering Why

With recent data indicating investment companies now own about one fourth of all single-family homes, with that number quickly rising, and new platforms now allowing small-time investors to buy shares of rental homes and vacation rentals starting from $100, one reader contributed the comment below in italics.

They said they wanted to remain anonymous as they said they are “actively looking for a house and don't want it to be a deal breaker or deterrent,” but are growing increasingly frustrated with their searches on Zillow, and seeing so many out of reach flipped houses on the market.

I want to know how many flippers and investment companies buy houses in town. I am very tired of looking at houses to only see they were purchased within the last couple of years and then they are on the market for over double. I want to know if there is any legislat[ion] in place to prevent institutions from owning too many properties and if there are any rules/laws that help individuals to buy affordable (below 350k) housing. Because it really seems like it is impossible and any property I see below 350k is in contract within days as long as it isn't a tiny condo.

Please, I am looking for answers and help on what city council or the state [are] doing to get people into homes. Please note: I know about all first time home-buyers benefits, but I am not a first time home buyer. Due to unfortunate circumstances, I had to sell and move into an apartment. I have a decent salary, and down payment and can't buy any of the houses on the market. I am not alone in this situation. We need answers.

Comment contributed to Our Town Reno, July 2023

Thursday 07.20.23
Posted by Nicolas Colombant
 

The Value of Volunteering in a Preseason Great Reno Balloon Race Outing

Article and photos contributed by Sierra “Renegade” Stevens in center photo above.

On July 7th, 2023, I took a chance to volunteer with the GRBR (Green Reno Balloon Race).

I met Ken Azevedo, who pilots the Gooberfish balloon, along with other friendly volunteers. I was so nervous to interact with people I didn't know but willing to try something new! I am incredibly grateful that I could take flight on my first day as a new volunteer. 

I felt a deep sense of peace when we ascended over my community, and I saw the vibrancy of the sunrise pouring over all of the green trees. I had an excellent conversation with Ken throughout the flight. I felt like I was levitating like Criss Angel. 

Our flight ended when we landed in the field of Traner Middle School, where I was a student. I was so happy to greet families in the neighborhood and staff members as we stored the balloon. I learned so much in just a few short hours. 

I was born and raised in Reno, Nevada. 

The Great Reno Balloon Race at Rancho San Rafael will always remain a positive memory for me, especially one I hold dear with my mother, who died when I was in kindergarten in 2003. We lived impoverished in a studio apartment next to the 7-11 on Virginia Street before she died, and I remember spending one morning at the park together watching the hot air balloons. It was one of the most beautiful days and a rare memory of her genuine smile. 

After 20 years, I decided that I wanted a proper internment for my mom’s ashes, and we finally laid them to rest in her hometown of Stockton, California, in June 2023, after staying at different relatives' homes over the years. Her birthday is July 8th, just one day after my flight on Gooberfish. 

I was raised by my father who struggles with severe mental illness and went to middle school and high school in one of the most stigmatized communities in Reno at both Traner Middle School and Hug High School. I am the first in my family to graduate from the University of Nevada, and I’m now an adult navigating the repercussions of developmental trauma. 

If you’re reading this, please know that you are so valuable because of your past and any of your current struggles with mental illness because you are still here with us, marching on. Please know that you deserve to enjoy your community, and you can have good days!!

Thank you! 

Citizen’s Forum Contribution by Sierra “Renegade” Stevens

Note: Minor modifications were made to original text for clarity.

Tuesday 07.18.23
Posted by Nicolas Colombant
 

An Ode to the Truckee River

Each and every person at the river's edge in Reno has their own stories, and all see the Truckee River in their own different and unique ways. 

For some, the river provides an escape, a chance to take the day to relax and fish — or maybe it is their adrenaline rush for the day as they brave the torrent of water on a measly raft.

Some come by to share their love of music, softly tapping out a beat on drums as people pass by. 

Another guy is seen trying to escape the police by leaping into the dangerous water. 

The rocks hold the battle scars from the relentless current, constantly pulling at them.

The Truckee River carries along its history in the water that once was snow, telling its story to those who care to listen.

Essay and Photos by Kesley Morris shared with Our Town Reno

Saturday 06.10.23
Posted by Nicolas Colombant
 

From the Bay to the Biggest Little City, a Comparison

POV. You just moved here from the Bay, and you have no idea of what to expect from Reno.

If you’re like me, you would be completely culture shocked for a while. However, as someone who has lived here for about six years now, I am here to say that it eventually grows on you. 

Once you get over the initial dread of the fact that this is NOT the Bay Area in the slightest, you begin to enjoy and love Reno for what it actually is; The Biggest Little City. 

Growing up in Oakland, I have always been surrounded by metropolitan areas. There are so many surrounding cities that make up the Bay, and because everything is relatively close, you are able to discover a new spot in the Bay almost every single day.

This factor alone made me have a bit of trouble grasping the concept of Reno. I will admit however it is cool and reassuring to know that you can’t really get lost out here simply because of how McCarran boulevard is structured. 

Coming from the Bay or anywhere in California to Reno is a bit of an adjustment, however you learn to enjoy what is here. 

For one, you have to at least try to explore the beautiful nature. Take a hike! Or walk along the Truckee river to truly take in the beauty that this place has to offer. I still have to go up to ski, but that should also be an activity on your radar. We don’t have snow-capped mountains in the Bay, so take advantage of what is here at least once in your Reno stay. 

If you are here during the summer, try to check out the Rib cookoff. When I say delicious, I mean DELICIOUS.

If ribs are not your thing, try to also check out Food Truck Fridays. They have loads of different food options. You can bring a picnic blanket and take a seat on the grass while enjoying food and warm weather. 

If you are trying to find a community, try searching local Instagram, Facebook or Tik Tok pages to see if there are others out there with the same hobbies/ interests.

Since this is Reno, it is very likely that there is a small group out there somewhere that shares the same hobbies as you. For me, I joined different organizations that were involved in community activism, arts and culture, and from there, I was able to find people who were passionate about the same things that I was. 

If there are no visible communities with your interests, you can also start one yourself! There are so many niched Reno organizations that have started by posting and reaching out on Instagram. If it is not represented yet, step into that leadership role! It may be intimidating, but who knows, there could be someone out there looking for the exact form of community that you can provide. 

Honestly Reno is different, and it is indeed a little weird, but overall, it has been a place of growth for my friends and I.

We have all been pushed out of our comfort zones just by living here, but we have grown into a tighter community of individuals because of it, and I think that is truly the beauty of Reno.

Citizen’s Forum contribution by Arianna Pride

Thursday 06.08.23
Posted by Nicolas Colombant
 

Living on 9th Street , Near the Freeway and Train Tracks, Amid a Housing and Fentanyl Crisis

Growing up in southwest Reno I almost never went to downtown or Midtown. This was for a few reasons. The first being that Midtown wasn’t really developed then, and downtown didn’t have much to offer me.

But secondly, many people in Reno don’t venture very far from their home. South Reno people stay in the south and north Reno people stay in the north for the most part.

Two years ago, my freshman year of college, I moved out of southwest Reno for the first time into a quite unique neighborhood. 

I live right next to the University of Nevada, Reno campus, and specifically right next to the new HERE apartments. My street is filled with sounds of cars driving and sirens blasting as it looks directly over I-80. And if the cars are quiet, the train rumbling down the tracks is quick to fill the silence. A street over from me is Roller Kingdom, which weirdly attracts both suspicious characters and children, a strange combination.

Fence that separates  I-80 and E 9th St. and the train tracks that run through the street. Photographed by Macie King

Any student at UNR understands the tricky dynamic of having a campus near downtown, which in our case has casinos, hard on their luck gambling addicts and drifters. Living in my neighborhood amid an affordable housing crisis and a fentanyl epidemic has allowed me to witness these issues very closely.

I have been able to see a homeless camp grow from two tents to 20 in less than a week. Cars that were once abandoned are filled with clothes and blankets the next.

As I mentioned before, Roller Kingdom brings in quite the crowd. Behind the building you can find clothes, suitcases, needles, and occasionally a person overdosing. Ambulances and police are often making visits over to the bright pink and blue building. 

The only thing separating my street from the freeway is a chain link fence. And often this fence is climbed through by the unhoused to set up camps surrounding the freeway. The view out of my front window is typically tents and trash scattered around the landscape surrounding the freeway.

To the right of my house are train tracks. Which also brings in a large unhoused population. Let me be clear though, people experiencing homelessness have never tried to harm me or any of my roommates. They stay to themselves and are really just looking for a place to sleep.

And I would say my neighborhood has been a wonderful place to live while attending college. Mainly because I’m saving $500 a year in parking passes. But also because it’s allowed me to squash my previous mindset about those experiencing homelessness and living in a neighborhood that’s not always sunshine and rainbows. I’ve also learned to be more appreciative of life in general. Seeing a person live in a tent with Reno’s weather during the winter is never easy to see and pushes me to invest time in my community and help whenever possible. 

Our Town Reno Citizen’s Forum by Macie King

Friday 06.02.23
Posted by Nicolas Colombant
 

Op-Ed: Jim Fleming Blasts Recent Shifts on Fentanyl Related Legislation for Nevada

“This one hurts...this shows how the Nevada public health dumpster fire isn't just a sad waste, it will cost lives. Nevada AB 132 would have brilliantly launched a brave, comprehensive overdose fatality review,” writes Jim Fleming

Following last minute shifts last week, a companion bill to another bill which would enhance fentanyl penalties was significantly amended to the ire of Jim Fleming who wrote the below letter to David Orentlicher, Sarah Peters, Leslie Cohen and Greg Koenig, members of the Assembly Health Committee. Here below is his letter republished in full from his LinkedIn:

You people on the health and human services committee and the lobbyists who convinced you to choose expediency and hand-washing over the lives of addicts--you have turned in a piss-poor day's work here. The original version of this bill would have saved lives. Would have fixed Nevada's worst-in-the-nation cause of death stats. Instead we are choosing butt-covering. 

To be clear, with this amendment, this committee is CHOOSING willful ignorance, choosing not to honor hundreds of dead young folks by refusing, literally refusing to learn from their deaths. Refusing to go back through cases, confirm that our analytical tech and practices lag behind all other states and academic facilities for determining chemical cause of death. 

I'm ashamed of you and my home state-- not only are we refusing to actually review overdoses, but this bill negates progress, sucks up valuable resources, and in facts shuts down investigations that would have taken place throughout the state. Science, hypothesis testing, asking the right questions, humbly reviewing past cases and maybe gently pointing out where somebody screwed up, empiricism and honoring the deaths of fentanyl overdose victims by learning from them-- all those concepts, the obvious course of action to any child or anyone giving a shit, those are not allowed in the room, or in most of the state.  If you aren't going to help, get out of the way.

Big edit and update....there's a solid argument that the State of Nevada WILL BE FINANCIALLY LIABLE FOR EVERY FENTANYL OVERDOSE if this gutted, do-nothing version of AB132 gets passed.

And yeah I know legislators are immune from lawsuits in NV, but oh shooky dookies, turns out a couple people....in a position to know...will not carry the state’s water in a hypothetical deposition situation or whatever.


1. the committee itself wasn't pulling the strings when it was finally amended and voted upon.. The legislative process, counter to the public benefit, was subverted by pressure from etc. etc.

2. NV HHS has known for a long time that their response to the fentanyl crisis is at best incompetent and negligent. They were repeatedly told this...
a. implicitly by the published overdose stats of neighboring state agencies.
b. the CDC, and in fact there is a resident CDC overseer placed in Nevada because of the incompetence with overdose stats.
c. a consultant report by Mercer, paid for by HHS which goes into great detail about what in the states epidemiology reports is wrong, and how to fix it.
d. national data collection projects like SUDORS which every state except Nevada has figured out how to contribute meaningfully to.
e. Report from NV Minority Health Committee also showing that Nevada is dangerously negligent with regard to fentanyl AND that that cultural incompetence at all levels of HHS is literally killing people.
f. Formal complaint to Dept. of Justice demonstrating fraud waste and abuse of a SAMSHA block grant for substance abuse amelioration and study.
g. Virtually any statistician can show dangerous levels of incompetence by NV HHS analysts, specifically failure to identify a left censorship problem in overdose toxicology data that any child could have recognized as the result of fentanyl analyte insensitivity in various medical examiner labs.

AND THESE PROBLEMS WERE ALL REPORTED BY EXPERTS FOR YEARS WITH NO RESPONSE BY HHS.

3. AND finally....the coup de grace....we have the original draft of bill 132. Legislators understood the necessary steps to get ahead of the crisis. Comprehensively, and with all the expert input. And the bill was "gutted", their word, and amended down to nothingness. They had the knowledge, the means, and the ability to institute improved overdose response and chose to do the opposite. It’s a matter of public record.

4. Nevada instituted no monitoring, no insight, has no street game, no community contacts, no quick response system, and no tracking of changing adulterants in the supply.

5. thousands of victims' families who have been heartless[ly'] gaslit by NV HHS when it failed to ID the real cause of their accidental deaths.

6. The AG can't blame the victims after accepting the settlement from big pharma and tacitly blaming pharm for all the addiction.

I hope they bankrupt this state.

Op-ed by Jim Fleming shared with Our Town Reno

Note: The view’s expressed in this op-ed are entirely from Jim Fleming, as no edits were made to his letter.

Wednesday 05.31.23
Posted by Nicolas Colombant
 

Hilary, From Covid to the Cares Campus

Hilary was residing at the Cares Campus when I met her this Winter.

“My experience has not been so lovely,” she said.

She filed discrimination charges with a local housing authority. She admits this with a small, nervous laugh. She trails off, asking how much of her story I’d like to know. She’s been trying to have her story heard for a long time. 

Hilary has resided in Reno since 1984, briefly leaving to go to college. She returned to raise her now eight-year-old son by herself. That’s when she built her massage business. “I also was a goldsmith,” she says.  “I traveled to Washington and I did jewelry repair once a month. I traveled back and forth and my folks helped me with my son.”

When the COVID-19 pandemic happened Hilary said her entire life collapsed.

“(It) slowly deteriorated my existence.” she said. 

A car passes by as we sit on rocks outside of the Cares Campus. “Especially in this town… it’s been really awful.” 

In April of 2020, Hilary says her Section 8 voucher was approved as part of COVID-19 relief programs. But then she says it was abruptly cut off. Around the same time, she says she received a note on her door saying they were raising her rent by $500. Hilary was facing approximately $2,400 due. 

“At that point in time I was between vehicles-”

What sounds like a muscle car burbles along and she falls silent until it passes. 

“-and so I didn’t have a vehicle and, oh my God, it was everything all at once.”

She let go of her massage business. This is when she turned to Amazon for a potential source of income. 

Amazon promised her a $1,000 sign-on bonus. “It took them four months for them to get the background check. I have no idea why. They said it was because I moved a lot in my twenties. Which I did.” But when her background check was finalized, Hilary was already living on the streets.

She had her son stay with her mother. 

“I’ve been homeless almost an entire year. This was my worst fear. I don’t know how I’m going to do this.” She began to cry. “I’ve been fighting. All that really matters is my son’s future. The three main things that matter are community, unity and agriculture. We are in a climate crisis. People are going to kill people because we do not live in unity at all. America is not united. We don’t live by the Ten Commandments.”

One of her friends Michael comes up to us to ask for a cigarette. “He’s got like twelve different personalities, God bless him,” she laughs; a more cheerful laugh. 

She got a car again but then she says it was stolen.  A woman involved in the theft asked Hilary to take her to a store where she, the thief, removed the key from the ignition. They went into the store. The thief “proceeded to fill a shopping cart with clothes and shoes and whatnot and bailed and took (the) car with her.” 

Hilary says her car was returned to her “because I was also familiar with a lot of people on the street.” Problems didn't end there though.

“My catalytic converter was stolen out of it," she remembers. "From then on I don’t know who, what, how, when, why, where but I started having a lot of people follow me… in white vehicles. I was stalked out by what I think was human trafficking.”

We are interrupted by someone asking if she has a phone they can use. She replied “I don’t. I’m sorry. Mine’s dead.”

“I was at my friend’s house and kept seeing a signal. It was a light and it would turn on. A white car would go around me twice. This was still when my catalytic converter was still on. And then I sat in there and I saw a light flicker on again. And another white car encircled me twice. And about four different white cars encircled me. The fourth one was a humongous car with these really big, bright beams. Which was very unusual. I haven’t even seen cops have beams…”

My phone rings. I am on my way to meet a friend.

Our interview ends. 

I email her about this article. Hilary replied and she seems to be okay. She didn't want to do a phone call though so there won't be follow up questions for the immediate future.  

Reporting and photos by Dani DeRosa shared with Our Town Reno

Monday 05.29.23
Posted by Nicolas Colombant
 

A Local Mother Fighting for her Kid's Right to Recess

Emily Gonzales, the author of this op-ed, has worked as an early childhood educator here in Northern Nevada for over 10 years. In June 2022, she obtained a Child Development Associate credential through UNR, sparking an independent journey into exploring the intersection of neuroscience, play, and holistic approaches in human development. She says she plans on continuing to advocate for children's rights to play, indefinitely. Her son who goes to a local publicly funded charter school is in the 4th grade, where she says, he repeatedly gets punished and prevented from getting his recess time. Her post below is about why she thinks this is a big mistake:

What if you started your first job only to discover that if you don't meet your work quotas, your boss will deny you your 10-minute break or cut your lunch short? Not only would this be against federal law, but it would also likely diminish your productivity and make you contemplate quitting.

Thankfully, in the United States, workers have rights that safeguard their well-being. However, when it comes to children in Nevada, the same cannot be said for their essential, brain-nurturing break: recess. The absence of policies protecting the right to recess not only disregards the crucial role of play in child development but also leaves behind the very children who need it the most, potentially leading to educational setbacks.

Consider the case of my son, who, due to a cycle of academic struggles and subsequent recess deprivation, experienced a devastating impact on his overall well-being. The high-energy nature of his personality necessitates physical, active play to release excess energy and get his brain ready to learn.

As an only child, and having been suddenly homeschooled during the COVID-19  pandemic, he craves the social interaction of his peers and wants very badly to build meaningful friendships.

However, when he failed to complete regular assignments, he was subjected to recess detention. This punitive approach only compounded his difficulties, leading to a lack of focus, disruptive behavior, and subsequent social exclusion. The negative effects escalated, resulting in depression, crippling performance anxiety, a complete disinterest in attempting schoolwork, and an earnest desire to leave the school environment altogether.

In Nevada, the Charter School Authority maintains a misguided stance that fails to recognize the neuroscience-backed evidence supporting the significance of play in learning.  The authority's position contradicts the findings of numerous studies and even the policy statement issued by the American Academy of Pediatrics (AAP) in 2013. The AAP emphasizes the vital role of recess in children's cognitive, social, and emotional development, stating that it should not be withheld as a form of punishment and that physical education cannot substitute for recess.

Neuroscientific research supports the assertion that play is a powerful means of self-regulation and brain "resetting." Play allows children to process information effectively and enhances their capacity for learning. Moreover, the benefits of play extend beyond academic performance. Socially, play provides a platform for the development of crucial social-emotional skills and the formation of meaningful relationships. By excluding children from play, we perpetuate a distressing cycle that undermines their holistic growth and stifles their potential.

It is worth noting that longer recess periods have demonstrated positive correlations with improved scores on standardized tests. Additionally, the post-pandemic reduction or elimination of recess in many schools disregards the social and emotional needs of children in an already socially awkward generation. The limited nature of adult-led physical education classes cannot adequately compensate for the multifaceted benefits of child-directed free play.

To address the pressing issue of recess deprivation, we must embrace innovative grassroots initiatives.

One inspiring idea is the implementation of a before-school "play club," a concept brought to life in some schools through the Let Grow Project, founded by visionaries like Lenore Skenazy and Peter Grey.

By opening the grounds for boisterous, uninhibited playtime before the formal start of the school day, children can enjoy unstructured play, fostering social connections, promoting physical activity, and nurturing their overall well-being. Such initiatives, rooted in the belief that play is essential for learning, empower children and encourage a culture that values the inherent benefits of play.

Recess is as fundamental to the process of learning as is a balanced, nutritious lunch. State laws protecting recess rights have been enacted in some U.S. states, acknowledging the importance of play in children's lives.

Nevada, with its low academic rankings, must recognize the urgency of valuing play and ensure that recess is no longer treated as a dispensable luxury. Educational institutions and educators who continue to employ the low-hanging fruit of methods, negative discipline- which is proven to be easy-to-use for adults but ineffective at achieving the desired outcome of creating life-long, self-driven learners- need to reach higher, practice restorative discipline and offer students more meaningful choices.

No longer can we afford to value test scores over student well-being, and any refusal to re-evaluate this strict, anti-childhood stance must be challenged. Policies that prioritize and protect recess should be implemented in all educational institutions. 

Parents can also play a crucial role in supporting the right to play by encouraging play at home and advocating for play-based programs in their children's schools. By fostering a collaborative effort between parents, educators, and policymakers, we can ensure that play is recognized as a fundamental right for children and incorporated into their learning experiences.

In conclusion, the deprivation of recess in Nevada's schools not only disregards the evidence-backed benefits of play but also hinders children's overall development and academic progress. We cannot underestimate the power of play in nurturing cognitive, social, and emotional skills in children.

It is time for Nevada to reevaluate its policies and prioritize the well-being of its students by implementing comprehensive recess policies, challenging harmful stances, and embracing initiatives like before-school "play clubs." Recess is not a dispensable luxury but a critical component of the learning process. It is a fundamental developmental necessity, therefore an inalienable right. Let us advocate for change and ensure that the right to play is protected, reflecting the way that we value the work of children in both policy and practice.  

Citizen’s Forum Contribution by Emily Gonzales

Note: The opinions expressed in this article are those of the author.

 

Thursday 05.25.23
Posted by Nicolas Colombant
 

The Songs of Sierra Street

Downtown Reno peaks over the top of a Sierra Street hill, lighting up the dark night.

The startling horn from a fire truck sounds in the early hours of the morning as the engine pulls onto Sierra Street, a two-minute drive from the station. Shortly after, the wails of a REMSA ambulance join in harmony as it emerges from Saint Mary’s Hospital.

A few regulars join in on the soundtrack like the chatter and laughter of students on a Thirsty Thursday (by far the loudest night the street experiences) and the revving of a modified Honda Civic racing down the hill at 2 a.m.

Special artists are featured on rare occasions, a memorable one being the loud crash and subsequent bang of a truck rear-ending a car and its bumper tumbling into the opposite lane. The fire truck and REMSA came together to form another classic, iconic harmony to finish out that song. Another fan favorite, at least for my neighbors, is the sudden cracks of fireworks (or at least what I hope are fireworks).

Even in the quiet mornings, the beeps of the lights on the crosswalks protect students on their way to an early lecture, which includes summermester when classes start even earlier,

A classic Dutch Bros run taking Sierra Street instead of the freeway.

Sierra Street was my favorite street in Reno when I first moved here during my freshman year. It allowed me to get from my dorm to Dutch Bros in a reasonable amount of time while avoiding the highway. Living in a small town my whole life, I had never driven on the highway before much less the horrors of the Spaghetti Bowl.

Sierra Street was comfortable, familiar, and I only managed to go the wrong way on the one-way section once—an honest mistake.

However, moving from a small town to one of the busiest streets in downtown Reno was a shock. I lived on a dirt road in my hometown, the only traffic being from my few neighbors. I rarely heard sirens from any emergency vehicles and now I live less than a mile from a hospital and a fire station.

Not to say that I did not have nosy neighbors growing up, and that the birds didn’t get pretty intense at sunrise. The streets could also get crowded in my hometown, as Sierra Street gets every morning and evening. Perhaps because the cows did not have the flashing crosswalks as we do here.

My old neighbors looked a little different than who I encounter daily on Sierra Street.

The superstition surrounding downtown Reno and the older parts of the city point to a few ghost stories. My roommates and I like to believe that our apartment complex, as well as Sierra Street itself, is haunted. There is little to no information about what existed on the property my apartment complex stands on today.

Rumor has it that there used to be a cemetery in the same exact location, which is believable because there are two others close by.

A couple of ghost stories did not mean much to us until we picked up the call phone that allows us to buzz guests in and heard creepy, mechanical laughter. At first, we thought someone was playing a trick on us at the microphone downstairs or it was the wind perhaps. Then the maintenance man mentioned that our phone has not worked in a couple of years and does not connect to anything.

We do not touch the phone anymore

The phone even looks haunted which should have been the first red flag.

Research on Sierra Street brought mostly tragedy to my attention. Hit and runs or pedestrians versus vehicle incidents over the years took up a large portion of the news coverage involving Sierra Street. The installation of the crosswalk flashing lights in the early 2000s has given drivers a great tool to help see students going to and from campus at all hours of the day.

The City of Reno also implemented a new “Pedestrian Safety Zone” on Sierra Street between Third Street and Ridge Street which lowers the speed limit to 20mph. The fines for traffic violations in this area are also doubled to encourage drivers to be safe and watch for pedestrians. This area of the city had a high number of pedestrian versus vehicle incidents which is why it became a Pedestrian Safety Zone.

The most shocking tragedy that I came across was the 1957 natural gas explosion that occurred on Sierra Street and First Street. This was caused by leaking pipes under the city and killed 2 and injured 49 others. This incident also burnt down 5 buildings.

Paterson’s Men’s Store is engulfed in flames following a gas explosion on Sierra Street in 1957. Photo via Old Reno on Facebook

Learning of the gas explosion in 1957 came right after my apartment complex experienced what could have been a similar tragedy. During the Spring semester, at one point, I was jolted from my mid-morning nap to the defeating blare of the fire alarm. A notice was slipped in our door a week prior warning of fire alarm testing in the coming days but this had already passed.

Thinking it was most likely a continuation and smelling no smoke I did not think much of it. Then the thundering of boots barreling down the hallway brought me outside to see firemen in full gear searching apartments and walkways. Two fire engines were parked in front of our complex, their sirens off but lights flashing. The silence was defeaning as confused residents tried to make sense of what was going on.

After 10 minutes they left. No explanation.

Management did not reach out to explain and no one knew really what happened. The mystery continued until I found a review on an apartment rating website that said the fire engines were there and found a gas leak. The leak had been reported but nothing was done about it so residents called 911.

Gas leaks are only the icing on the cake of chaos that is the apartment I live in on Sierra Street. Molding window frames and leaks are reported frequently and even more so now due to the wet weather Reno went through this past winter. I recently had to throw away a handful of books because they were sitting on my windowsill and started growing mold because of the horrible seal.

I will be vacating the premises and Sierra Street as a whole at the end of my lease term.

Our Town Reno Citizen’s Forum by Emily Richards













Tuesday 05.23.23
Posted by Nicolas Colombant
 

The Pros and Cons of Living North from Reno near California

Just off state route 395, northbound, about half a mile northwest of Swan Lake and less than a 10-minute drive from Stead airport sits a brand new housing development built by KDH homes.

Affordable housing is a hot commodity in these current times, and with interest rates still rising, homes in this modest middle-class neighborhood are flying off the market like hotcakes.

Most residents are first-time home buyers or people from out-of-state yearning for new opportunities for their families.

With most of the developable land in Reno already utilized, one logical choice for developers is to expand outwards into Stead, and northern areas close to the stateline with California. However, with any new changes comes staunch opposition to development by existing residents.

Like everywhere there are pros and cons. If your job is in downtown or south Reno or you are going to school at UNR or TMCC, it’s a bit of a drive and still high gas prices are no laughing matter. Encroachment on public lands with wildlife is another concern.

One pro is certainly more housing options for the growing population. People feel safe and in tune with nature here. On any given morning, residents can enjoy their coffee on their morning walk while viewing the peaks of the Peavine mountain range. In addition, morning runners and walkers have many options for sidewalks and paths to work up a sweat before jumping into their day.

One of the most excellent perks of living in the NV Flats community is the accessibility to BLM land, which sits on the neighborhood's edges.

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With Nevada being known for its vast desert landscapes open for activities at any given moment, residents can go from garage to hills on foot, in an ATV, or even in their vehicle. Since this is a relatively new community, little is known about what is to come regarding home values and accessibility for new homeowners. In addition, the potential for renters will always draw concern for long term residents.

To put things in perspective, I have moved nine times in the last nine years, mainly due to my military travels, so when it came time to find a more permanent residence, comfort, and safety were at the forefront of my mind. In addition, I also have a Belgian Malinois, which, if you know anything about the breed, has an energy that can last hours, so finding a prime location in which she can run without the fear of cars or massive crowds of pedestrians has become another selling point.

I occasionally get the middle finger flipped at me from the other side of the street, which houses people who have lived in this area of the North Valleys for decades, so winning them over is not really in the cards.

However, I can jump on my dirt bike and hit the hills after a stressful day which is a privilege that has never been afforded to me, and even better, I can park my car next to the sidewalk without fear of getting a parking ticket or without fear of losing my parking space which again is something I have not enjoyed since moving to Reno.

1st Person Contribution by Brad Vincent for Our Town Reno

Thursday 05.18.23
Posted by Nicolas Colombant
 

Hoping My Favorites in Midtown Reno Don't Disappear

Reno has always been a part of my world. My grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins have lived here as long as I can remember and I grew up coming to good ole Reno, Nevada, for most holidays and random weekend trips here and there. Every time someone would mention Midtown growing up, one of the adults would always say it was a sad situation that it had become run down.

Then as I grew older the conversations began to shift, “Midtown is on the up and up '' they would say, or “it’s slowly getting better.” When I decided to come to Reno for university, I had lots of friends that would want to spend our Friday or Saturday nights in Midtown so I figured I'd give it a shot. 

I remember one of the first times I drove through Midtown, it was during the winter and I was deeply regretting my decision to come to Reno for school when I used to live in California, where there were no winters.

So, in the height of my Reno blues, I happened to drive through our little Midtown. And Midtown made me fall in love with Reno all over again.

It was hustling with all sorts of people- the kind of cool mountain people that tend to flock to Reno. I could see the blend of the past and the present coming together. There were vintage liquor store signs next to hip vegan restaurants, old brick buildings housing modern bars, clothing stores and restaurants. 

Midtown has become one of my favorite places in Reno. 

My favorite restaurant (probably of all time) is Great Full Gardens.  My cousin and I go to My Favorite Muffin for cute Saturday morning dates.  One of the coolest bars I’ve ever been to is Press Start. on Center street, where you can play arcade games and pinball machines.

There truly is something for everyone in Midtown. For me, it is the perfect mix of mountain and weird that all brought me here to Reno in the first place.

1st Person Citizen’s Forum Essay shared with Our Town Reno by Bethany Bodine  

Saturday 05.13.23
Posted by Nicolas Colombant
 

The End of an Era at Tommy's GrandStand

Tommy’s GrandStand on Meredith Way in Sparks is closing after decades in business due to an abrupt and staggering rent increase. Tommy Newell, a former professional baseball player, had a brief stint in the MLB, before taking over a local batting cage business and turning into a magical fantasy land. But now he says he can’t cover the new cost of rent, which is going up 300% according to media reports, so he’s shutting it down, to the dismay of the community. Photos and 1st person essay by Vanessa Ribeiro.

I didn’t grow up playing baseball or softball, but my friends certainly did.

When I was about eight years old, I vividly remember watching my friend practice at an indoor batting cage. I could remember the sound, the feel, the smell of the place.

Little did I know that walking into Tommy’s GrandStand this week, its last week of operations, would unlock this memory tucked into the back of my mind.

“The full service, grill and deli, with baseball batting cages, private baseball training tunnels, and automated golf driving range, serving the Reno & Sparks area …” as Tommy’s place describes itself on its website was filled with the chatter of children, the thwacking of baseball bats, and the sweet aromas of food that made you feel like you were seated during the first inning of a game.

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Walking in, I was an outsider to this world, yet I could still remember the vivid and lively atmosphere I had been exposed to as a child. I could only imagine what type of love and nostalgia exists for this place by someone who spent a quintessential part of their childhood here. Well, I got a taste of that significance as soon as I started talking to the people who filled up the place.

It was clear Tommy’s bustling batting cages, bar and grill was an intergenerational experience. Grandparents, parents, and children were all invested in some part of the process. Some kids were there with their families, some with their group of friends. Adults seemed equally as consumed by the stimulating environment as they offered a watchful eye to their children’s batting stances and even closer eye to their youngest ones running around the arcade. Girls, boys, moms, dads, friends or family, every single person there knew the ins and outs of Tommy’s GrandStand. This wasn’t just a place for these people, it was a sense of home. A sense of community. A sense of childhood. 

That is what Tommy’s Grandstand is all about. But as its website indicates: “We are sorry to say, as of May 7, 2023, we will be closing our doors, after 35 + years. Words will never describe how much we appreciated our Customers and the many who have become regulars and Friends.”

1st Person Essay and Photos by Vanessa Ribeiro for Our Town Reno


Wednesday 05.03.23
Posted by Nicolas Colombant
 

Heading out from Reno into the Desert for a Spring Stargazing Trip

Natalie Flowers, John Hancock, Matthew Flowers (pointing), Brendan Constantino, and Jakoby Palma admiring the stars on a recent group trip.

The cold night air bites my face as I help my friends, Matthew Flowers and Emily Rogerson pack the car for a recent stargazing trip.

Once the car is packed, we head inside to wait for our friend, Brendan Constantino. Constantino is running late, as always. As we wait, I look at my sleeping bag and snacks in the corner. Resting beneath them are card games, blankets, and my shoes. I’ve never been stargazing before, so this should be fun.

Brendan finally arrives 20 minutes after the initial rendezvous time we set. As he raps his knuckles on the door, my friends and I go silent. I quietly make my way to the door, my hands are digging in my sweater pocket for my phone. I ready the camera as I open the door. Brendan waits outside, bewildered by my phone, which faintly cries “click” with every photo I take. After the initial shock, Brendan smiles; “Didn’t know paparazzi was here to catch me arriving fashionably late,” he starts as he heads into the house. “I would’ve brought my good sweater!”

Cheez-Its, Chips Ahoy, and Uno; all the essentials you need for a great stargazing trip.

My friends warmly greet Brendan with hugs and jokes before shuffling him back outside and into the car. As we back out of the driveway and take off toward the freeway, I look up and catch a layer of clouds hovering over Reno. I sit in the car, quietly thinking to myself when we should expect to arrive at the site we chose. We were nearly thirty minutes off from our original time schedule. If we were to stargaze at all, we would have to drive fast.

My friend speeds down the freeway in the farthest-left lane. The car’s engine roars loudly in my ears, even though I’m wearing air pods. I look at the dashboard; the red line of the speedometer steadily rises to 65, then 70, then 75, and finally resting at 80 mph.

After nearly and hour in the car, the doors are opened, and we begin setting up the blankets. My friend, Alvin Leung, sits in the back of the car and begins opening the box of chips we brought.

Natalie enjoys her Cheez-Its while Emily lies next to her. All of us were pretty cold, even with blankets and coats.

I shiver slightly from the cold. Since we left Reno, the temperature dropped to near freezing. Matthew’s breath comes out in big white clouds as he looks up at the magnificent stars above. I look around and practically stumble over Natalie and Emily, who have bundled together on blankets to fight the cold.

I find a spot on the blankets and start looking for constellations. As I lie down and look up at the sky, directly above me is the Big Dipper! I quickly pull out my camera and take a photo. My hands jittered from the cold as I tried to focus the camera; I just barely got the photo before having to put my hands back underneath the blankets to warm them.

Right above me was the big dipper, almost looking like a question mark.

I look around, trying to find other constellations. My friends huddled behind Matthew as he points out Orion, named after a hunter in Greek mythology, with a noticeable belt.

I look off to the right of our site and barely make out the mountains that surround us. I grab my phone and look at the mountains through it. My camera slowly detects the light from Reno and Sparks, providing me a wave of light looming over the mountains like a fog. I take the photo and stare at it in awe, thinking the light looks as if it’s the heavens itself, cascading over the mountains and shining on the Earth. I lie back and stare once more at the stars, content with how wonderful nighttime can be out in the deserts of Nevada, a quick drive from my home in Reno.

Citizen’s Forum Photo Story by Samuel Mouradian shared with Our Town Reno


Thursday 04.27.23
Posted by Nicolas Colombant
 

Washed Up Buried Alive, a Zine Obit for Richard

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Images and Text by Ilya Arbatman shared with Our Town Reno

Wednesday 04.26.23
Posted by Nicolas Colombant
 

Promising Results For Whom?

Earlier this month, the Reno Gazette Journal ran an op-ed titled “Ending homelessness in Washoe County an audacious goal — but it's starting to work”, written by a local developer named Par Tolles, who is also the Chairman for the Fundraising Committee of the Cares Campus. In his piece, Tolles suggests that the many concerted efforts to end homelessness in Washoe County are yielding promising results. 

Promising results for whom?

In his essay, Tolles states that “unsheltered homelessness has been reduced by 42%”, and that on average 30 people per month are moved into permanent housing, but the hyperlink provided sends readers to a general information page on Homelessness from the City of Reno. I was unable to verify those statistics with the information provided on the City Reno and Washoe County websites. 

Tolles then challenges the skeptics like me, imploring, “If you don’t believe me, come see for yourself!” 

So I did. 

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On a Monday morning, I took this series of photos to highlight the ways that unhoused people are surviving outside of Cares Campus and the network of outreach organizations. Some might look at these images and think that I was seeking to catalog blight, but that is not what I see in these photos of tents, motorhomes, sleeping bags tucked into nooks and crannies, and shopping carts containing all of someone’s worldly belongings.

I see survival. I see human beings who have been cast aside and left to fend for themselves, languishing on the streets outside the gates of a multi-million dollar, tri-agency money pit, trying to sleep and be safe in the corners and small spaces around the 501c orgs and industrial businesses.

When Tolles talks about the problem of homelessness, he is discussing an economic problem, not a systemic social failure causing untold human suffering and death. In this type of worldview, unhoused people are an impediment to prosperity. Their violent removal presents an opportunity, both in development of formerly blighted areas and in the nonprofit sector. 

I think it is very important to say that I believe Mr. Tolles and the many dedicated people he names in his op-ed are making some positive impacts and approach their work with sincere good intentions. I think it is also very realistic to say that you’re not going to get the whole story by only speaking to CEOs and PR people. 

Public private partnerships create initiatives and initiatives become action plans and as those plans are implemented, channels and barriers are erected that some of the most distressed and malnourished and neglected people alive must navigate to get food, rest, and basic hygiene. 

What is now the ModPod section within the Cares Campus compound run by the Karma Box Project.

Many of the people living on the streets around E. 4th cannot do that, or say they feel safer outside the Cares compound. To me, this looks like a failure of both our economic system and the systems created to help people like them. 

Tolles’ editorial checks a lot of familiar boxes in the neoliberal messaging cannon: unrelatable rich friend anecdote, vague statistics without data sources, girl boss energy, incrementalism, the “don’t let perfect be the enemy of the good” classic riff, and some soft corporate speak which frames the violent, dehumanizing police raids to remove the unhoused from downtown as a benevolent measure taken for their safety. 

It’s not that Tolles is wrong about the services available, or that homelessness is an incredibly complex issue that requires buy-in from all of us. I am with him on that. 

The gated Hope Springs compound touted as one of the local success stories to helping the unhoused.

What I find troubling is the entire top-down approach in which business and government team up to address only the symptoms of the systemic problems they have created. This work generates a lot of PR and goodwill among the donor class, but provides only temporary solutions that help only some people. 

I would really love to be wrong in my assessment of these issues and I would love to have my cynicism destroyed by substantive results. It would be fantastic if Reno could be, as Tolles imagines, a shining example for the West in showing that collaborative efforts can secure affordable housing for everyone which greatly increases public safety. 

That would require doing things which are not happening here, like building dense affordable housing in walkable areas with services and transportation, rent control, raising minimum wage, and providing physical and mental health services to all. 

What we are doing now is warehousing extremely poor people in an industrial part of town and letting them freeze to death on the streets. We have razed the only housing that hundreds of people could afford and turned it into fenced-off empty lots. We have criminalized the basic behaviors of survival for those who don’t have money. 

I don’t believe there is cause for celebration yet. 

Opinion Editorial shared with Our Town Reno by Andrew Zuker

Tuesday 04.25.23
Posted by Nicolas Colombant
 
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