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Amy McMullen

Amy McMullen
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Gold Canyon, Arizona, USA
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January 01
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Amy McMullen is an activist for human rights, social and economic justice and a blogger and political essayist currently residing in Arizona. Her main interests are anti-racism, immigrant rights, LBGTQ equality, health justice and women's rights. She has worked to remove the worst of the anti-immigrant, Tea Party politicians from office in Arizona and advocates to get progressives elected. Amy's former incarnations include back-to-the-land counter culturist in the 70s, small business entrepreneur, Bed and Breakfast proprietor, charter boat captain, EMT, medical assistant and rehabber of distressed homes.. She currently volunteers for the Phoenix Urban Health Collective as a street medic and is on the board of a new nonprofit devoted to providing free medical care for the uninsured and under-insured in Phoenix. Amy's writings on social justice and other subjects appear in Truthout, Salon, Addicting Info, The Tucson Sentinel, The Pragmatic Progressive and on her blog at Open Salon.

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NOVEMBER 11, 2011 10:10AM

Russell Pearce: Anatomy of a Recall

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First they ignore you.

On a sunny day in January, 2011 I found myself driving around a section of west Mesa, Arizona looking for a meeting.  I was from out of town and the address I was given was hard to follow because the buildings were unmarked.  I drove around the block in the general vicinity several times and finally stopped on a side street and hit my steering wheel in frustration.  Then I noticed on the corner what appeared to be some kind of city utility building with a few cars parked in the lot.  I figured this had to be it so I drove in and parked.  I followed another late arrival into a conference room where there were about twenty people seated.  They were there to meet about how to unseat Russell Pearce, the most powerful man in Arizona politics.  I finally knew I was in the right place.

To me, Russell Pearce epitomized all that was wrong in my new home state of Arizona.  Whether it was the harsh anti-immigrant law SB1070 that he ushered in the previous year or his extreme right wing agenda to defund services to the poor, slash healthcare and education or the support he happily garnered from wealthy interest groups like private prison corporations, Pearce was an ugly bully up to his neck in dirty politics.  The fact that he was former pals with a famous Neo-Nazi and had sent around blatantly anti-Semitic emails to his constituents didn’t endear him to me either.  As the newly elected president of what he proudly proclaimed to be the “Tea Party Senate”, with a super majority of far right leaning republicans, it was no secret that he had great plans to use his unfettered power to further an agenda guaranteed to make our state not only poorer, but even more of a national poster child for xenophobia and covert racism than it already was.

The man who led this somewhat clandestine meeting in January was Randy Parraz, a lawyer, union organizer and onetime candidate in the democratic primary to run for John McCain’s senate seat.  Randy is an attractive energetic man in his forties whose enthusiasm is infectious and within a very short time he had me and everyone else in that room convinced that not only was it possible to garner enough signatures to recall Pearce, it might even be possible to beat him in a November election.

I was taken aback when Randy told us that, should our efforts work and Pearce be recalled, the best chance for a Pearce defeat would be if the opposing candidate were a moderate republican and, most importantly, a Mormon like Pearce.  I wondered briefly why on earth I would be volunteering to help elect a republican but at the same time the logic of this strategy didn’t escape me.  Democrats haven’t won in this predominately LDS conservative area of Mesa since forever and our main objective needed to focus on bringing down Pearce and sending a strong message that right wing extremism was no longer the status quo in our state.

So when Randy asked us if we were in, I didn’t hesitate to put up my hand to join the fledgling new organization dubbed Citizens for a Better Arizona.  Together with our new chairman, a Mormon republican attorney named Chad Snow, we were ready to go out and kick Russell Pearce's butt.

Our first order of business was to file with the Secretary of State our intent to recall Pearce.  On the opening day of the senate session we had gathered at the capitol and announced we were henceforth holding Russell Pearce accountable to bring jobs and make our state a more just and welcoming place.  Pearce was given twenty-one days to comply and when he completely ignored us and instead presented numerous anti-immigrant and pro gun bills in the senate, we moved forward with the recall.

A wrench was briefly thrown into our plans when, in what was widely interpreted as an attempt to steal the spotlight, the leader of Somos Republicans, a Latino republican group filed her own recall petition just four days before we were scheduled to do so.  But this didn’t faze Randy and we went ahead as planned.

Then they laugh at you.

On January 31st we gathered once again at the state capitol and with the press in tow, trooped up to the Secretary of State’s office where CBA member and Mesa resident Todd Selleck formally filed for the recall of Russell Pearce.  We would have just 120 days to collect over 7000 signatures in Pearce’s legislative district 18.

Soon this political campaign neophyte found herself on a steep learning curve about the trials of gathering petition signatures.  At first a table was set up at the Mesa Library to snag people going in to get a book or two and then people were sent forth into neighborhoods to knock on doors.  My friend Brenda and I decided that the central post office near the library would be a good place to go as well.  We were having a brisk business on the front steps signing people up when I looked up to see an annoyed man standing in front of me.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m collecting signatures to recall Russell Pearce.”

“Not here you’re not,” he retorted.

“Who are you?” I asked.

Turns out he was the head honcho at that branch and he was evicting us off the property.  Miffed at being treated that way we walked back to the library and fetched Randy and we had an old fashioned showdown at the OK Corral with an irate and somewhat belligerent postal station master named Ivan.  He refused to budge and when we kept trying to get him to explain what authority he had to evict us he called the police.

The cops arrived and told us we were violating a loitering ordinance, prominently displayed on a column outside…only when we asked them to look up the ordinance it wasn’t anywhere on the books.  The cops finally told us that we could be arrested for trespassing (yes, in our federal post office) so we left.  I made a point of returning to that post office on several occasions to stand out on the public sidewalk in full view of the front entrance with a large “Recall Russell Pearce—Sign Here!” sign, just to annoy Ivan.  I also found that many people were perfectly willing to walk over to where I was to put their John Hancock on my petition.

I soon learned that there were several different kinds of people in Pearce’s district; those who were enthusiastic about getting rid of Pearce, those who hated our guts for trying to remove their hero Pearce, those who were mildly curious and those who didn’t have a clue who Pearce was.  Every door I went up to held the exciting possibility and uncertainty of either being greeted with open arms, indifference or with pitchforks.  You just never knew.

Over the following months CBA grew.  People from all walks of life, republicans, democrats and independents, whites, Latinos, indigenous and African Americans joined.  Party affiliation or race didn’t matter; all that was important was a shared conviction that Pearce was bad for our state and that together we could remove him from office.

As the days and weeks ticked by Randy kept up a tireless pace aimed at keeping us going, recruiting new volunteers and planning various appearances at the state capitol.  When Pearce presided over a decision to not extend unemployment benefits for thousands of people out of work we showed up with a giant unemployment check with his name on it made out for the paltry amount he would be entitled to when he was voted out.

But for the most part media coverage of our efforts was lukewarm at best.  Numerous pundits dismissed us, stating the conventional wisdom that Pearce was unbeatable.  Just a few stalwart folks in the media, most notably Phoenix New Times blogger Stephen Lemons had our backs and believed in what a grassroots effort could accomplish.

Throughout the entire signature collecting process we were also largely ignored or dismissed by Pearce and his cohorts.  Since the petition drive by Somos Republicans fizzled out after just a few weeks it’s likely Pearce didn’t think we could possibly succeed.  But he seriously underestimated Randy's skills as an organizer.  On May 31st, 120 days after the recall petition was submitted, history was made as we delivered over 18,000 signatures to the Secretary of State and the first sitting senate president-- ever-- was successfully recalled.

Then they fight you.

Now we finally had Pearce’s attention and in a typically mature fashion he devoted a lot of his time to calling us names.  We were branded as “Far left wing open borders anarchist extremists” and given the dreaded moniker: Outsiders.   Pearce appeared on TV  to denounce and ridicule our efforts, saying there was no way in hell he would ever lose in his district where he so often boasted he was “16 and 0” in wins.  Also his greatest supporters in the various Tea Party chapters started flooding their blogs with mostly attacks on Randy Parraz’s union background.

As the secretary of state’s office went through the long process of counting the signatures everyone started speculating about who might step forward to challenge Pearce in a November election.   Since our organization would not have any say in who was running, all we could do was wait and see.

Finally a man by the name of Jerry Lewis indicated he was interested.  Lewis was a political newbie and by all appearances promised to be Russell Pearce’s worst nightmare; republican, moderate, articulate, an educator, and Mormon.  He was also a nice guy and a former stake president in his church and fluent in Chinese.  Perhaps because of his being new to politics he disregarded the dire warnings emanating from the Pearce camp that anyone who dared run against the Tea Party senate president would be risking political ruin, or maybe worse.  Soon after his announcement to run, while on a morning jog in his neighborhood, Lewis was struck in the groin by a padlock thrown from a truck speeding by.  Whether this was a mere accident or something more ominous was never determined.

Once the over 10,000 valid signatures were verified by the secretary of state’s office the first thing Pearce did was challenge the recall in court.  This was a futile effort, and eventually thrown out by a higher court.

So now the race was on to see who could win the hearts and minds of the voters of Mesa.  Citizens for a Better Arizona shifted gears and became a PAC focusing on reaching out to people in the district and encouraging them to participate in the upcoming election.  Phone banking was set up in the office and we sat down for long sessions of listening to voicemail messages, leaving voicemail messages, getting hung up on and every once in a while actually talking to someone.  Fundraising got underway, house parties were held and we all held our breath that there wouldn’t be any more candidates throwing their hat into the ring to dilute the vote against Pearce.

Then word came down that a woman named Olivia Cortes had decided to run in the election.  She described herself as an immigrant from Mexico and a republican but was very vague on any of the other details as to why she was in the race.  Our BS detectors were immediately on red alert that she was a plant by the Pearce camp to divert the Hispanic vote in the district.

Our suspicions grew deeper when Cortes quickly gathered enough signatures to get herself on the ballot and they were confirmed when her petitions were delivered to the Secretary of State’s office by the chairman of the East Valley Tea Party Patriots.  The fact that two of Russell Pearce’s own nieces helped circulate Cortes’ petitions and the candid admission by a paid signature gatherer that Cortes was in the race to help the Pearce campaign put the final nails in the coffin.  Once the press caught on they tried to gain an interview only to be stonewalled completely by Cortes, who soon learned the hard way that the best way to keep the press interested in you is to refuse to talk to them.

A lovely elderly Mesa resident, former teacher, lifelong republican and stalwart Pearce opponent  by the name of Mary Lou Boettcher stepped forward and brought suit against Olivia Cortes, alleging she was a sham candidate whose sole purpose was to mislead and deceive voters and that she should be removed from the ballot.

The suit went to court (you can read about it here) and the plaintiff’s attorney, Tom Ryan, called the whole sordid cast of characters to the stand, including Cortes, who came across as  a clueless but willing participant who was manipulated into running after she was recruited at her Mormon Church by a Tea Party leader.  The judge decided that while Cortes was obviously a sham candidate, he didn’t have the authority to have her removed from the ballot.  So while the effort didn’t get Cortes removed, the media was fixated on the scandal and there were very few in the entire state who didn’t know what was going on.  Ryan prepared to go to court again, this time with Pearce’s nieces and brother subpoenaed but, not surprisingly, Cortes withdrew from the race before that could happen.

As time ticked by our grassroots efforts grew and people flooded into CBA’s office to help out.  The focus remained on educating voters that Cortes was no longer a candidate and, once the early ballots were mailed out, encouraging people to get their ballots in.  Again we took to the streets and went door to door.  One day I was out with my friend Robert and we noticed a Lewis sign in a yard that wasn’t on our list of people who had signed the petition.  I walked over to the house and saw an elderly man standing in his yard.

“I see you have a Lewis sign here,” I said.

He nodded, “Yep, I don’t like Russell much.”

I smiled.  “You’re not alone sir, I just wanted to thank you for supporting Jerry Lewis.”

He leaned towards me and said, “You know, when I first moved here back in the 90s I asked my neighbor where I should go to get my cars titled.  He told me, ‘Just go down to this DMV where Russell Pearce works, give him fifty bucks and he’ll get your titles for ya, no questions asked.’”  He shook his head.  “I guess he would make cars that were brought up from Mexico legal for a price.  Pretty ironic, given how he hates Mexicans. “

He saw the look on my face and grinned, “So whatever we can do to get that sonofabitch out of office is fine by me.”

And then you win.

November 8th was fast approaching.  I had taken some time off from the efforts but was drawn back in for the final push.  The polls were too close to call and Russell Pearce had spent three times as much as Lewis on his campaign, ironically mostly raised from “outsiders”.   I canvassed Mesa one last time the day prior and was able to pick up some ballots from people who just hadn’t gotten around to mailing theirs in.  I was astonished anyone would just hand their ballot to a complete stranger but we had gathered over two hundred in this fashion.

On Election Day my husband and I stood outside a church polling station in Mesa.  We were on one side of the driveway entrance and several elderly Pearce supporters were on the other side.  We all waved our signs at people driving in and out and did an entirely unscientific poll of votes that consisted of us counting who gave us thumbs up and who did not.  We counted the middle fingers as Pearce supporters.

A goofy guy showed up to hold the Pearce signs but couldn’t resist coming over to our side to argue with us about why Pearce was the better choice.  I finally had to tell him firmly that he needed to stay over on his side of the driveway.  It was either that or push him out into traffic.  He finally left us alone.

Afterwards we headed over to the CBA party.  We were a jumble of nerves and we all knew that if Pearce won he would be worse than ever, emboldened to do god-knows-what horrible things.  Several hundred people showed up, milling around grinning nervously at each other, jumping from foot to foot, biting our fingernails down to our elbows.

I was glued to my cell phone Twitter feed and as the results came in my disbelief turned to hope and then to certainty.  I tweeted, “OMG, I think we’re going to win this!” just a few minutes before someone shouted, “Pearce has conceded!”  The tally was 53% for Lewis and 45% for Pearce.

The room broke into cheers, shouts, people hugging, crying, jumping up and down.  Tears were running down my face and I was hoarse from shouting, screaming.  It was like an evil dictator had been deposed-- our very own Arab Spring.  We were finally free from the reign of Russell Pearce.

Later I glanced at my cell phone and smiled. Someone had tweeted:

“Sheriff Joe, you’re next.”

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Excellent post Amy.

We Arizonans applaud the great work done by you, Randy and the others in this important recall effort.
thanks for stepping up!

I also agree with the notion that we need to change to open primaries as a way to limit the wingnuts ability to keep pushing extreme right wing views that the rest of this state does not agree with.
Brava!!

Congratulations on a job so obviously thoroughly welldone and thanks for sharing it with all of us. My commiserations (if necesssary?) to Sheriff Joe. ;-) Will you be doing a follow-up for us on him?

R++
Thank you everyone! Joe Arpaio will be facing an election in 2012 so our efforts will be focused on electing a more humane and decent human being to take his place.
Awesome account! My husband spent a number of afternoons at the library helping to collect signatures. I could not help (not smart for a teacher in this state) but on Tuesday, I not only voted, but awakened my sons, aged 22 and 18, and pushed them out the door to vote, as well.
Loved it, the play-by-play insider's approach really gives the sense of how it works. And, once in a while, it really, really, works!
well, i suppose some republicans are better than others.

but the good news is that ordinary people used democratic process to improve their society. that's a lesson worth remembering.
Thanks for standing up for democracy.
This was so incredible...I was riveted...we had so many of the same things happen here in WI, right up to the part where our gal LOST. It was so great to hear a winning account...Great details and reporting, just loved it. Let's hope it ends that way with our recall attempt against our Gov starting tomorrow....
Brilliant! This is what democracy truly is. Thank you for your effort and your detailed post.