James Joyce III
By James Joyce III
I was in the Samarkand neighborhood, a “Santa Barbara, middle-class,” moderately dense neighborhood of under 1,000 homes located just about the center of town. Assisted by an app that provides deep voter data, I strategically canvassed, knocking on the doors of higher-propensity voters. That is, those that had voted in three or more of the past five elections.
Early in the day, I had knocked on a door of a single-family home and a middle-aged, white woman appeared, apparently having just completed her workout or yoga. I had just introduced myself as a candidate for mayor when I noticed a woman coming across the street, arms full with a box of goods and her dog, some kind of herder breed, in tow. No leash. Evidently, she was cleaning out some cupboards and it was customary to share the spoils with her neighbors. The dog seemed pleasant, too.
I shared that I was running for Mayor of Santa Barbara, and a little about my background: a former newspaper reporter who spent most of the past decade serving as district director to Hannah-Beth Jackson—the California State Senator representing this area—running the day-to-day presence in a district of just under 1 million constituents. Additionally, in 2016, I launched a community initiative called Coffee With A Black Guy (CWABG) and, for the past five years, I have been community building by convening uncomfortable conversations about race. CWABG is now my consulting business. I told the women that these were the skills that I’d like to bring to our city leadership as mayor.
The dog relaxed at our feet, while its owner, the woman who was not in my voter database list, sized me up. Her posture stiffened. She had a question.
“What do you think about CRT?” she asked.
Not calibrated to that particular acronym at the time, I asked her for clarification.
“Critical race theory,” she snapped.
“Oh, the truth?” I interjected.
Now standing arms akimbo, this woman appeared to grow visibly agitated.
Apparently, in her mind, CRT meant teaching that America is a racist country and that we eventually would have to do away with the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence to rid our country of racial division. She claimed that discussing these issues would only further divide us.
For the record, her understanding is a complete misrepresentation of Critical Race Theory, which is a legal and academic framework for the study of institutionalized systems of racism in America. It was developed by scholars in the 1970s and 1980s following the Civil Rights Movement to highlight the intersection of race with the Black American condition. By my understanding, it is a conversation that had mostly been relegated to the ivory towers.
We tend to be more informed when we know the whole story, not just a version of it.
However, as Americans of all hues grasped for a better understanding of racism following the mass awakening ignited by the public killing of George Floyd, CRT has become something of a reductive shorthand deployed mostly by fragile conservatives in the latest wave of backlash against commercialized wokeness. It’s a backlash that parallels, in some ways, the virulent anti-Blackness policies and violence that followed Reconstruction. Ironically, or not, this is the period in U.S. history that codified much of the institutional apparatus of anti-Black racism—from segregation to redlining, from housing covenants to jurisprudence and more—that are the primary concerns of CRT.
I didn’t give that lesson that day. I did, however, remind the woman that this topic had next to nothing to do with the governance of our fine city of under 90 thousand. I further explained that we tend to be more informed when we know the whole story, not just a version of it.
This mindset will destroy our country, she claimed. I remained confused at her argument.
She shakingly thrust my literature back into my hand and stormed off in a huff. I was more taken aback by the return of my literature than I was with her seemingly misplaced vitriol. Her dog remained resting at my feet. She called and then whistled for her pooch, who eventually obliged. I thanked the neighbor for her time. On to the next house.
This was the first of a couple memorably contentious interactions I experienced specifically about CRT while canvassing neighborhoods in liberal-progressive Santa Barbara, California as I campaigned to become mayor, the first that would have happened to be Black.
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Santa Barbara is a relatively small town situated about 100 miles north of Los Angeles, just at the knuckle on California’s central coast. It’s been a convenient getaway for both Southern and Northern Californians and has been dubbed the “American Riviera.” Recognizable for its picturesque Spanish-colonial architecture and its topographic situation between the ocean and mountains, it’s a city with a strong reputation for education, with one of the top community colleges in the nation, the University of California Santa Babara, and a handful of private colleges. The city has a culture of philanthropy, and is known for being the birthplace of the modern environmental movement. Santa Barbara tends to be viewed with a progressive tint, as well as the place where celebrities such as Jeff “The Dude” Bridges, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Oprah, Ellen DeGenere and Portia DeRossi, Meghan and Harry—just to name a few—like to call home.
It is also a city with a rich racial history, including memories of Ku Klux Klan cross burnings as a signal to Black residents to stay on their side of town. There are plenty of stories of contemporary experiences that register more subtly than cross burnings. The city didn’t elect Babatunde Folayemi, its first African American to serve on City Council, until 2002. Despite its 38 percent Hispanic or Latino American population, it didn’t seat Cathy Murillo, its first Latina mayor until 2018.
Working as a staffer for a local elected official put me in the sphere to run for office. Being in the rooms where decisions are made and challenges are solved affords quite the hands-on education. I also learned a lot working as a newspaper reporter—prior to the mass shrinkage of the industry—when I covered local governments, education, crime, and more. In retrospect, my running for mayor held an uncomfortable mirror to a city whose culture purports to be inclusive.
Although the specific language may change, encounters such as the one with the CRT woman, have been happening in some form throughout my four decades of life. Having grown up in a conservative East Coast community in the Mason-Dixon state of Maryland, and then attending college in Southeast Ohio in the Appalachian foothills, I have had my fair share of tense encounters rooted in a clear difference of experience.
Leaning into that personal discomfort feels in alignment with my purpose.
In some ways, this has been by design. I recall that very vital time during my formative teenage years while determining which college to attend. I weighed the consideration of attending a Historically Black College and University (HBCU) or a Predominately White Institution (PWI). My conclusion for myself was that life in America would not be all Black, and if the goal of college was to prepare you for a successful career and life, why would I prepare for success in such an environment?
One thing that I discovered while attending Ohio University in Athens, Ohio, is that it’s not in my personality to be drawn towards comfortability. My life has always felt most fulfilled when overcoming obstacles or solving a challenge. For example, as a Black student attending a PWI, there is always the option to be perceived as the example or the exception in your interactions in the classroom. Inside of either choice, there is always a moment when all eyes are on you—the speck or two of pepper in a room full of salt. Leaning into that personal discomfort feels in alignment with my purpose.
This applied when I decided to run for mayor in Santa Barbara, a city I had plunged into as a public servant for a decade prior. Although I was in the sphere, I was never the staffer who aspired to be in office myself. I had long been a critic of the amount of money in politics and had grown a slightly cynical view of those who aspire to office as self-serving and disingenuous. So, I was a reluctant mayoral candidate even as community members encouraged my decision to run.
Yet, in deciding to run, a flashback of that formative process of selecting a college popped into mind. That, coupled with the timing for both the city of Santa Barbara and myself on a personal (single, no kids) and professional level, led me to set aside personal comfort and offer the next five years of service to my community in a way that I hoped would be most useful. On February 1, 2021, to kick off Black History Month, I publicly stated, “I’m all in” for my run to be the 51st mayor of Santa Barbara, effectively becoming a part of Black history.
Just months earlier, in early June 2020, the thought of running for mayor had not entered my mind. I mean, I may have joked that, with the name-bearing literary allusions in town with a bar by the same name, I could be mayor. But that was just joshing around.
Maybe things started to change after seeing the masses react to the killing of George Floyd. My work already had me tuned to the pulse of the community. So, when I was asked by the leader of the NAACP branch in the adjoining county of Ventura to speak at a rally during the public outcry over the Floyd murder, I decided to deliver the message myself rather than write down talking points for others.
CWABG has been driving conversation and bridging gaps since 2016. Photo courtesy of CWABG
I had already developed a partnership with Ventura County’s NAACP through my years of working for elected officials and through my work to facilitate conversation around issues of diversity and inclusion through CWABG. Keep in mind that Santa Barbara is 1.4 percent African American and 58.5 percent White, according to 2020 Census data. Not where you’d expect something called “Coffee With A Black Guy” to launch, but when it did, the community gave nothing but support. And this was years before more than 3,000 people showed up at the Sunken Garden at the historic Santa Barbara County Courthouse to proclaim that Black Lives Matter.
Santa Barbara is home to or the backyard of some of California and the nation’s wealthiest and most influential people. It is the birthplace of companies like Sonos, Kinkos and Yardi Systems; not to mention the Egg McMuffin. It’s blue on the electoral map, but it has a deep conservative undercurrent and powerbase. The area where the late President Ronald Regan had his “Western White House.” Santa Barbara is also where Donald Trump received his first 2016 general election endorsement from a daily newspaper, the Santa Barbara News-Press. The paper had previously endorsed him in the primary.
Sharing experiences and hearing diverse perspectives is CWABG’s main game. Photo courtesy of James Joyce III
What started as me extending myself to have group coffee conversations with members of my community quickly grew into a movement. I’ve since built CWABG into a sustaining business by expanding those developmental conversations into specific communities—corporations, educational institutions and nonprofit boards—to help them identify and reach goals for more inclusive environments and better intercultural understanding.
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Throughout the early months of COVID and the racial reckonings of 2020, it was my thought that perhaps, because of social isolation, Black Americans were able to see themselves in a slightly different light. Maybe even a bit more emboldened, as we weren’t bombarded with daily reminders of ourselves in a racial context. By staying in our highly curated familial and social pods, Black Americans weren’t as hemmed in by pervasive national racial caste.
Arguably, the last time in American history that such a social situation existed was during the 1918 Spanish Flu Pandemic, after which followed the Red Summer of 1919—when thousands of Black Americans were attacked, killed or wounded in coordinated racial violence that took place in dozens of cities across the country.
All of that was in mind a few short months after the rally in Ventura when I started having initial conversations with trusted community members about the possibility of running for mayor of Santa Barbara—the city where I spent the past decade gaining perspective on the inner workings of the City and its connectedness, or lack thereof, with surrounding governments. So, by late summer-early fall 2020, when talks were kicking around about my potential for a mayoral run, I began to think to myself that maybe it was time.
It felt like a message from my ancestors, all of them, going back centuries.
This provided the context for me to deliver a message on the spring 2020 day of solidarity rally for the slain Floyd. My message provided us with a call to action and a way forward through the fog of a mass racial reckoning in our country, including our local communities. An apparent newly discovered understanding of the Black American experience among those who saw themselves as allies—the collective epiphany that blossomed out of the combined toll of a global pandemic and chillingly horrifying video captured by a teenager—was disorienting.
The message I shared at the rally urged an amplification of the community building that I had seen happen firsthand through several years of convening frank conversations via CWABG. The title of this piece was, “It’s Time.” It was an emotional piece for me, partially because of the way that the message came to me, which seemed to be from something outside of myself.
It felt like a message from my ancestors, all of them, going back centuries.
It’s Time. It’s Time. It’s Time. The mantra roared in my head while I stood in the shower that evening, tears streaming down my face as the water poured over me. Then, the entire message came to me, just as it was delivered that day and then later published in the Santa Barbara Independent. I hopped out of the shower, still weeping as I dried myself. Emotional not only from the context of the moment, but from the inspiration of those ancestors. I gathered myself and started putting down in black and white what I was going to try to accomplish.
Joyce speaks to a cultural experience larger than his own at through his “It’s Time” speech. Photo courtesy of James Joyce III
Weaving the geographic and cultural link of the controversial Rodney King trial in the neighboring Ventura count nearly 30 years prior, a few select hip-hop references that describe the Black American experience, and a line or two quoted from the Congressional Record, I delivered a rally call derived from my work with CWABG. I urged all those within earshot to build community by getting involved and getting uncomfortable. I urged allies to expose themselves to “the other” and forge meaningful relationships. I had seen it work in real life. This building of bridges across differences would become an underpinning of my mayoral campaign.
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When I’m in the rooms in Santa Barbara—especially in those rooms where Cash Rules Everything Around Me (nod to Wu-Tang Clan’s “C.R.E.A.M”) but in a cloaked kind of way—people usually engage on issues.
In the past, that had given me a unique, perspective as an observer—kind of like knowing that you are in the room, but not feeling a part of the room. After I launched CWABG in 2016, on the heels of months of racial and ethnic tumult in American society and beyond, Alton Sterling and Philando Castile were the hashtagged names at the time. As the news headlines and issues had turned to the brutality against and the killing of Black bodies, I noticed that the people in Santa Barbara seemed to have started avoiding eye contact with me. They didn’t seem to know what to say about these issues when I was around. These observations helped move me from the seemingly unempowered perspective to the inverse: addressing the uncomfortable head-on and on my terms with CWABG.
During my time working for the State Senator, I ended up on the phone assisting a constituent. The gentleman, who had obviously seen me in the community, felt it was appropriate to suggest that I must be proud of myself, because I probably never thought that I’d get this far in my life. These sorts of microaggressions are real. But, sometimes things are a bit more obvious—such as the vagabond who decides to insert the unabbreviated n-word into his diatribe only when I ride my bike past him, or someone at the cookout down the street from my house who felt the need to continuously yell the unabbreviated n-word with the hard “er.”
Then, there was the time that I was representing the Senator at a state-of-the-city address being held at a beachfront hotel. It was a morning event and I had been drinking my fair share of coffee, thus requiring a bathroom break. While standing at the urinal, a man situated a few urinals to my left felt it appropriate to make small talk by asking me how I liked having a noose around my neck. The Pacific Ocean was right across the road from where I stood in that restroom, stunned and feigning focus on the task at hand, presuming that he was referring to my necktie.
These encounters coupled with years of convening difficult conversations in predominantly white classrooms, with friends, on campuses, in newsrooms and more only grew my understanding of the need for people to have an opportunity to learn through the discomfort. Santa Barbara seemed like the perfect place to get people talking about what’s real.
These observations helped move me from the seemingly unempowered perspective to the inverse: addressing the uncomfortable head-on and on my terms.
But being the “Black Guy” running for mayor, I experienced things that were unique to my candidacy, even among supporters. Some voters I engaged with while canvassing neighborhoods would peer at the literature while I mentioned running for mayor. They would look at the picture on the flyer, look up at me, and more than once a smirk came to their faces. Occasionally, the rhetorically inquisitive “you” would be audible.
Or, there was that time in September, on a Wednesday, just after wrapping up an in-person CWABG session for a nonprofit in the area, when I got a text from a supporter: “Have you ever been arrested?”
I simply replied, “no,” and made my way to a media interview. I later learned that the supporter asked the question because she was the only one in a group of women discussing my candidacy who felt comfortable enough to inquire rather than speculate.
These encounters afforded a reflection of the latent nature of racism in this supposedly model community. I would have been doing an injustice and not living up to my understanding of leadership had I not shown up as my full self and not brought my Blackness to my mayoral candidacy. That may mean being asked whether I have ever been arrested when the five other candidates were asked no such thing. That may also mean spending 20 minutes discussing CRT when given the opportunity to connect with a fellow community member who sees things from a different perspective.
Joyce encourages community members to see things from new perspectives. Photo courtesy of James Joyce III
On one Saturday morning, when I was out campaigning, a gentleman greeted me at the door with serendipitous energy. He quickly shared with me that he plays an instrument in a band and that, “I’m not going to believe this,” but the previous night his band had played at a venue where he had just learned about me. Turns out the owner had been telling him about one of my CWABG events the venue hosted earlier in the week. He allowed me to gently roll out my rap before he interrupted with the CRT question. By this point on the campaign trail, I recognized the acronym immediately.
In so many words, he wanted to know how I thought bringing up such divisive issues, like CRT, is supposed to bring us together, even though I hadn’t brought it up. Having just come off a great community conversation with panelists about mental health and athletics, I had time that morning. So, I dove into the comparison to Dr. King—how he is heralded as a great American hero today, but suffered far more detractors than supporters while alive and active in the Civil Rights Movement. Then, I questioned how he thinks that same Dr. King will be viewed after the sealed FBI documents on him are unsealed in 2027?
There, on his doorstep, I argued that the more you know about a person or subject, the more informed your perspective is moving forward and that the same logic should apply to our complex American history. For example, there is no denying that George Washington was a visionary founding father of America. But that doesn’t negate the fact, and isn’t negated by the fact, that both he and his wife enslaved other humans, as was customary for wealthy individuals of the times.
The encounter got a bit heated, and there was a point when I was sure the neighbors heard something resembling a commotion. Everything remained respectful, though, and we were actually listening to one another through our disagreement. At one point, the gentlemen indicated his Christian beliefs. I connected with him on that, saying it was Jesus who is loosely quoted as saying that the truth shall set you free. He paused, taking in my argument, and said that I had given him some things to think about and that he shouldn’t take much more of my time. I thanked him for his time and engagement, asked for his vote, and continued to the next house.
When I ran for mayor, I offered Santa Barbara—a city that had been signifying its aim to be a model anti-racist city—something aspirational: a candidate who was not only the first Black person to run for that office, but one who showed up wholly as such. My run, in some ways, held a mirror up to the community and asked voters to step away from their tech bubbles, (surf)board meetings, microbrews and yoga classes to entrust leadership to the Black guy who’d been in the rooms—the inside outsider, or, outside insider, if you prefer.
Midway into the campaign, at a fundraising event, a supporter asked me how I liked being a candidate. No one had asked me that yet, and I had to think about it. When I finally arrived at a response, it was this: I guess I never really saw myself as a candidate. I just had another platform to be myself.
I came in second in a field of five, winning 27 percent of the votes cast.
James Joyce III is Founder and Chief Visionary Officer of Coffee With A Black Guy, an innovative movement in which he facilitates conversations about race and perspective for community groups and organizations. Joyce is a former award-winning journalist and runner-up in the 2021 Santa Barbara mayoral election.This article was originally published at Red Canary Collective and is republished on edhat.com with the author’s permission.
A very well written article, though obviously it was written for a non SB crowd. I’m glad mr Joyce is a member of our community. I’m also glad he’s not out mayor. This singular all encompassing obsession with race is problematic. He seems to think he should have been elected somewhat solely based on his race. (How else could a progressive liberal town justify not voting for him). In reality though we went for a candidate with qualifications. Time will tell if that was the right choice. But definitively, the wrong choice would have been choosing a candidate (any candidates!) to lead SB solely based on the color of their skin.
Thank goodness we didn’t elect this guy
Wow, that was long… I truly am surprised he didn’t win. More racists here than I thought! I’d pat you on your back for the effort, but I think you took care of that.
We voted for James. Thrilling that someone of his caliber would run for mayor.
He didn’t win because democrats had 2 popular candidates.
He’s gonna break his arm patting himself on the back.
As a long time “progressive” and a person who is left of the Democratic Party I did not vote for this guy. This jargon and divisive expounding of simplistic and exclusionary rhetoric is the reason why. He never had done anything except self-promote as far as I can see. Get out and join the others who are actively working to make this world a healthier, more peaceful and more inclusive community and stop “documenting” your perceived injustices. (And I know that my comments will be taken by him as proof of his cause.)
I don’t see that he thought he should be elected just because of his race. In fact, before the election he predicted that he would not be elected. He was a relative unknown in a field with at least three other candidates with city experience and name recognition. He knew that. He seemed sane—that was one of his strong points.
He definitely seems sane…. No doubt about it!! But he definitely was unqualified. This long article, which was definitely written for a national audience, implies quite a bit…
Fantastic article.
Duke – where in Mr. Joyce’s article do you get that “He seems to think he should have been elected somewhat based solely on race?” and where do you get that he wanted to lead SB “Solely based on the color of their skin?” You seem to be exhibiting the exact micro aggressions that Mr. Joyce was referring to.
@Gert, for a man equal pay for women might not be at the top of their issue list. For a straight person, equality under the law for LGBTQ folks might not be on their list. For a 20 year old, laws to take care of the elderly might not be on their list. See where I’m going here? Just because those issues may not affect you personally, doesn’t make them any less important.
@Baby, insinuating that SB isn’t racist because the majority voted for Obama feels equivalent to saying, “I have nothing to learn about racism because I have one Black friend.”
OK, edhat deleted my easily documented comment on the definition of “bell curve” for some reason. But the fact is that a bell curve is a statistical tool for showing the distribution of things, such as “intelligence” among a population. In the case of intelligence the “normal” level of smarts is at the midpoint by definition therefor by definition 70-80% of the population is not “dumb” and it seems fair to note that saying that is “dumb” itself.
Thank you James Joyce for running for Mayor. I was an early fan because I witnessed what a thoughtful, calm, style you have and that you know how to listen and bring people of different views together. Previously at City Hall things were divisive as well as other areas of our community. I was happy to canvas for your campaign and struck by how successful it was actually. If we had had a run off you would have won. Finishing second , with a campaign funding of 45,000. up against Randy Rowse’s 263,000 and Cathy Murillo’s 192,000. is remarkable and significant. As you mention in this article you experience racism when a woman at a fundraiser asks if you have ever been arrested… no other candidate had that question. And worst of all you have been called horrible, troubling, racial slurs so you know and maybe because of this pain you know how to help us all heal it from our communities. Just last week an black 8th grader at a local junior high was called the same horrible word and then three classmates pummeled him to the ground and two of them called him George Floyd. This is a hate crime in our community. The brave mom of this young man was ignored by 7 adminastrators. Only the principle acknowledged her. The mom spoke at the last school board meeting ( getting only a minute and a half) . Because she spoke at the board level the admin. finally responsed. The students were not expelled for this . Nor were the police ever called by admin. When asked about this the response was” they would have called the police if the mom had not.” and that they stonewalled her.. the response was “communication is a growth area for us” So many excuses for the inexcusable. Communication should be a given not a growth area. And the police should have been called by the district staff but they are too busy protecting themselves as we have seen in many other cases. But this case is the most eggregious. I so wish you would have won. Santa Barbara does not even get how bad they need you. Your campaign was a inspiring and successful. I believe you made a difference. We need leaders who listens and act not protect themselves. The young 8th grader and his mom deserve that and more. Thank you James.
This whole CRT thing is nothing but a bogeyman created by conservatives. Just check out your neighborhood Next Door rantings….which, by the way, are not supposed to be political. Any mention of CRT is definitely political and certain posters are constantly bringing it up. Right wing social media has created the furor as a political ploy. CRT was brought up during a recent school board selection…….listing it with vaxing and wearing masks. Right there, the big 3 of conservatives. Why bring this up as ‘controversial’ since it doesn’t exist in our schools. Oh, because Fox News tells its audience to bring it up. CRT is a college course and I believe it is an elective. It is not high school American history.
3,864 words later and I still have no idea what he stands for besides ending racism?
Yeah, his policies–when he would actually reveal what they were–were not good. I hope Joyce will chime in and tell us about the homeless folx he’s sheltering in his own abode.
The bell curve predicts and validates the universal law of distribution. 70-80% of the population are – by all measures, dumb. It’s much, much easier to manipulate dumb people and there are many sociopathic people who take advantage of the laws of distribution and the ease of which people respond to propaganda. Its not hard to see or understand, unless of course, you are dumb… And yes, if you don’t understand what’s happening, you’re dumb. Its OK though, our economy needs dumb people. Its how we sell stuff that people can’t afford and don’t need and keep the whole charade moving…
I couldn’t read all of that, his tone bored me fast as he got on his soapbox. He seems like a great person and should run for office somewhere, but clearly not here. His philosophy doesn’t mirror what Santa Barbara is or should be about, it is all just a bunch of drama with him putting his race at the forefront. Sadly he was approached by a woman that also did that… and she does not speak for the community.
“These encounters afforded a reflection of the latent nature of racism in this supposedly model community”. Pretty strong condemnation and accusation of SB… seemingly on the grounds of (despite being completely unqualified) not being elected our mayor.
Wow. After reading that excessively long (and misguided) diatribe, I’m sure of one thing. Thank God Randy Rowse won the election.
Yep… and fortunately those idiots split their vote and Joyce And Murillo!
I do not get why he keeps focusing on his skin color. The vast majority of people do not care. The vast majority of people are too busy working real jobs to get by. I guess it is the same reason I am compelled to make a comment. Some people are predisposed to want attention and will use whatever means necessary to stand out to get a point across. Look at me – I can write something witty and hopefully get someone to reply to placate my ego. What I will say about this James Joyce dude is that he just get a job where the income is not derived based on taxes. Go flip burgers at In-n-Out for $17.00 / hr. Writing a blog is not a job.
Being mayor consists of getting potholes fixed, getting fewer homeless on the streets and in the bushes, figuring out what to do with State St., securing water resources, reducing crime, balancing the budget, etc. Concentrating on race doesn’t solve these local issues.
This is a real view of the racism that exists – in its overt and covert forms. I’m sorry that it exists but it is with us. I don’t think it is the only reason Mr. Joyce was not elected. Mr. Joyce is in a good position to be a legislator, having served with one of the best. His intelligence and thoughtfulness, as well as the disgusting experiences of hatred against him, give him a broad view of how our society works — and doesn’t. Even as a “left of center” voter, I voted for Rowse because I thought he was what SB needed for a mayor at present. I’d like to see Mr. Joyce serve in position(s) that will prove his leadership mettle as well as his ability to “reach across the aisle”. Politics is a cruel dirty business, and the “refiner’s fire” that eventually can expose the best in someone’s talents, including the selfless desire to serve and make a difference. If these qualities are there, nothing will impede him over time.
For white people, sure those are the biggest issues. Not the same for everyone in this town. Representation matters.
At first I was going to vote for Mr. James Joyce III, but I decided not to due to the fact on a Zoom call that he made, someone asked what are his plans on the homeless situation here in SB. He said that those who have a home and have a spare room should let (and welcome) a homeless individuals into their homes. I said to myself “What??!!” I experienced homelessness for a few years, and my experiences out on the streets witnessing the drug use, heavy alcohol use and serious mental issues, what normal homeowner would be willing to do that? None that I personally know or anyone else for that matter. So for me it was a hard decision who to vote for SB City Mayor. It was between Deborah Schwartz or Randy Rowse. Not going to say who I voted for, but it was one of them. Maybe Mr. James Joyce III might have better luck next time if he decides to run for SB City Mayor.
Those encounters did afford a reflection of the latent nature of racism in this supposedly model community. Try reading “Invisible Man” by Ralph Ellison. Inconvenient truths can be hard Duke – I understand. But in the past two posts you are exhibiting the micro aggressions the author was talking about. That doesn’t make you a bad person or a white supremacist or anything like that – although it does exemplify why the discussion of race in our country needs to continue even though difficult.
Mr. Joyce: As noted, you wrote “These encounters afforded a reflection of the latent nature of racism in this supposedly model community.”
We all know that in…..
– 2008: Santa Barbara votes overwhelmingly for Barak Obama.
– 2012: Santa Barbara votes overwhelmingly for Barak Obama.
Might it be that you:
– Were relatively unknown?
– Did not have the experience?
– Your campaign did not strike the right note with the voters?
It seems that “Coffee With A Black Guy” and the headline of this article “When a Black Guy Ran for Mayor” are all about what you believe is the most important thing about yourself.
I hope you run for office again in the future. Maybe spend a bit of time on how to improve your campaign and message. Your Blackness, as you say, should be celebrated and used to your advantage.
That’s not right either 10:01, because while a bell curve is objective, where someone determines the line of dumb/not dumb is subjective (it’s not automatically at the top of the curve).
Dear 9:18: It is amazing that you know what the biggest issues are for all non-white people in this town. Funny, I thought that everyone was concerned about reducing crime, balancing the budget, trying to solve the homeless crisis, maintaining water resources and the future of state street. I guess I stand corrected, thank you.
“I guess I never really saw myself as a candidate. I just had another platform to be myself.”
Which was self-centered and grossly irresponsible. There are many ways that you could have obtained a platform to be yourself that *didn’t* throw the election to Randy Rowse.
Dear 2:45, I am a man and equal pay for women is important to me (just ask my mom, wife and daughter). Equality for everyone is also important to me. Not sure what you mean by “laws to take care of the elderly.”
Your initial post stated that the issues listed by SB Dude were issues for white people. I responded that those issues are important to everyone. The issues you raised in your second post are also important. My top 5 issues may be different than someone else’s top 5 but I still fail to see your racial spin on this. Anyway, have a ger8t day!
Amazing. You could not be more wrong about the distribution or the allocation. Yes, with the top 20% being the only truly intelligent people, everyone else is not… especially to the top 20%! LOL.
Stay in school kids, you don’t want to end up fighting for your life using bad math. You know, like the anti-vaxxers and anyone who voted for Trump that makes less than $500k a year…
SBTOWNIE – you do realize, don’t you, that even if your comment was removed, it would not be “censorship.” By being able to post your thoughts here, the site has rules, as do many things in life. If you violate the rules, there are consequences. Private discussion sites such as this are free to remove any comments that don’t follow their guidelines. You are not being “censored,” you’re being held accountable to the rules you agreed to follow.
James Joyce was my top pick over Murillo and Rowse in spite of the baggage of working for do nothing politicians previously. It only took one statement of woke bullshit (not “black guy” related) for me to realize he did not represent our town, but rather a national political movement that is causing a historic red wave in opposition.