Reader Bindi Bop responds to 'Don't talk to me like I'm a slave': Minneapolis Parks Board meeting gets awkward:
Ya know, I've availed myself of "...the board’s regularly scheduled public comment period." I've stood before the board on about half a dozen different occasions to express concern/displeasure with wildlife and environmental management policy.
I always prepare my statement, write it down, edit it for brevity, take out the profanity, practice reading and then stand up, adjust my glasses and calmly deliver — in my best college-radio voice — my statement.
I say "thank you" and look up from my copy to a dozen empty stares, a yawn, an occasional acknowledgement via-a-vis eye contact or half smile, and then the reading of the next name on the sign-up sheet.
I congratulate myself for doing my civic duty but, by the time I've reached the parking lot it, it's dawned on me that my public comment has had absolutely zero impact. It's a panacea... an appeasement... a snore fest.
The only time I've ever experienced what I would call a response (or signs of life) is when a group of us citizens have made some actual noise.