Dump Bolton

So maybe you figure the Dallas Observer wants to do stories to help Laura Miller get elected mayor because she used to work here. I think the same way--paranoid.

If that's what you think, you're wrong. Right now Miller and her husband, state Representative Steve Wolens, are officially not speaking to the Observer, they're so mad at us over the story Thomas Korosec did on Wolens' law firm, Baron & Budd ("Homefryin' with Fred Baron," March 29, 2001). Wolens, in fact, has threatened to retaliate against the Observer and its sister paper the Houston Press.

As for me, I'm really not much of a mayor-picker. About the best I can do every once in a while is to be a mayor picker-onner.

All of which is irrelevant. The most important point I possibly could make in the scene I am about to paint for you is that the central characters are not Laura Miller or Steve Wolens, and definitely not Jim Schutze or anything to do with the Dallas Observer.

It's Saturday morning, March 31. I'm asleep. My phone rings. A neighborhood activist in the Bachman Lake area tells me hurriedly--running down a list of names to call, a little breathless, no time for chit-chat--that Dallas County Commissioner John Wiley Price and a group of protesters are outside Oak Cliff City Councilwoman Laura Miller's house with a bullhorn and placards that say, "Laura Miller is a bitch," "Laura Miller is a whore," and "Laura Miller has penis-envy."

I know exactly what it's all about. My source knows I know. It's about the campaign Miller and fellow Councilwoman Donna Blumer are carrying out to get more information from the FBI on corruption charges against Dallas Chief of Police Terrell Bolton.

The caller gives me Miller's address. I throw on clothes and get to Oak Cliff as fast as I can. But not fast enough. I arrive just after Price and the protesters have gone. Most of the cops have left. This is what I see when I get there:

Wolens is on the stoop with his three young children and a cop. The children, ages 5, 8 and 10, are still in their pajamas, very upset, flicking away tears. I have seen these kids before: They're not easily upset by grownups. These are politics kids. I remember running into Miller in the grocery store when she had the littlest one in the cart: The minute we started to talk City Hall, the little boy put both palms to his ears and muttered to himself, "Oh, no, she's talking."

But today they are scared. They're frightened, because what happened here early this morning wasn't politics. The law recognizes the difference between controversial words and fighting words. John Wiley Price, whom I have known and watched for almost a quarter century, certainly knows the difference. Bitch and whore and penis-things about the kids' mother are not political discourse: Those are male fury words, spoken right before the bitch gets the spit slapped out of her mouth. Kids feel all of that in their guts.

So first I overhear Wolens showing the children that the police officer has a gun. He's telling them something like, "See, the officer has a gun and a stick, and the officer is staying here in front of our house. The officer won't let anybody hurt you." ...words a father says to wash away the near-physical pain of a child's fear.

Then the kids go in the house. I'm supposed to be talking to Miller, who doesn't want to talk to me because of Baron & Budd, but I keep eavesdropping on Wolens and the cop. Wolens is being very nice, very decorous, trying not to put the cop on the spot, but he's asking if something can't be done about the illegal aspect of the protest--not the words, which he doesn't mention, but the amplified bullhorn.

Apparently the bullhorn, which is against the law in a residential neighborhood, was tossed into somebody's car the instant the cops showed up. But there are witnesses who heard and saw it before the cops got there, including some neighbors, who are willing to sign complaints.

The cop is shucking and smirking and back-pedaling, and it's all about please now, Mr. Wolens, now don't put us in this position, we don't want to get cross-wise with the chief.

Terrell Bolton. That's whose name comes up again and again in this dialogue in front of Wolens' home. Wolens is asking if there isn't some way they can do something without getting into trouble with Bolton. The cop is clearly worried about trouble with Bolton.

And finally it strikes me: What Wolens told the kids isn't true. The police will not protect them.

KEEP THE DALLAS OBSERVER FREE... Since we started the Dallas Observer, it has been defined as the free, independent voice of Dallas, and we'd like to keep it that way. With local media under siege, it's more important than ever for us to rally support behind funding our local journalism. You can help by participating in our "I Support" program, allowing us to keep offering readers access to our incisive coverage of local news, food and culture with no paywalls.
Jim Schutze has been the city columnist for the Dallas Observer since 1998. He has been a recipient of the Association of Alternative Newsweeklies’ national award for best commentary and Lincoln University’s national Unity Award for writing on civil rights and racial issues. In 2011 he was admitted to the Texas Institute of Letters.
Contact: Jim Schutze