Good Moms Don’t Have to Be Helicopter Parents

Some time in the future, I hope Mother’s Day will be celebrated by having the kids wait in the car while mom runs into Starbucks to get a latte.

This would be a joyous way to reclaim a parental right that has all but disappeared: the right to convenience. Somehow, moms—and dads, too, but let’s talk about moms, since they generally do more of the caregiving and this is their weekend—have been subtly and not-so-subtly informed that doing anything a slightly easier way is tantamount to neglect.

This is done by danger-izing the convenience: pretending that the parenting hack or pleasant practice is actually a threat to the child’s wellbeing. Moms, for instance, are strongly encouraged, even hectored, to breastfeed, even though formula-fed babies turn out fine. (I’m one of them.) A few years ago, the CDC told women between the ages of about 13 and 50 never to sip a single, relaxing drink, just in case they happen to be pregnant—as if all kids are one beer away from fetal alcohol syndrome. (They aren’t.) And then there’s the big kahuna of convenience: car waits.

Moms are routinely harassed and sometimes charged with a crime if they let their kids wait in the car even for a few minutes. The ostensible reason is that cars heat up quickly and a child could die from hyperthermia.  But statistically, more kids die in parking lots than in parked cars. (And they die when forgotten in a car for hours, not in the brief moments while mom is picking up the pizza.)

The authorities have criminalized the safer approach. Why? Because making mom take the kids along for the errand signals devotion. She has inconvenienced herself. A five minute in-and-out jaunt is transformed into the mini-ordeal of possibly waking the child, unbuckling the car seat, strapping on a hat, securing them in a baby carrier or making the triplets all hold hands, and taking them (sometimes wailing) into the establishment, maybe in the rain, maybe in the snow, maybe in the dark—and trying to do all that again on the way back while juggling some packages.

Most of us remember waiting in the car while our moms did some shopping, and it wasn’t a Guantanamo experience. It was part of being a kid. And part of being a mom was being allowed not to be with the kids every second of every day, demonstrating, Kabuki-like, that they have put everything else on hold to overprotect their youngsters

That’s why the neglect laws need to be clearer and saner. As lawyer Diane Redleaf, a longtime champion of families and now special counsel to Let Grow, notes, “There are vague laws in just about every state that give discretion to child protection investigators and police to label a parent’s actions that were done for convenience as ‘neglectful supervision,’ ‘risk of harm,’ ‘child endangerment,’ or ‘environmental neglect.’  These laws need to be narrowed. Instead of amorphous standards, we need real legal protections for families.”

This idea is neither cruel nor selfish nor risky. It is reasonable and smart to prioritize convenience when children are not in danger. Neglect should be limited to “blatant disregard of obvious danger” and not rational decisions that—horrors!—afford a mom some convenience.

When lawmakers, police officers, child protection workers, and passersby with 911 on speed dial recognize that convenience is not a crime, we will lift a latte and toast to a Mother’s Day gift even sweeter than chocolate chip pancakes in bed.

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Good Moms Don’t Have to Be Helicopter Parents

Some time in the future, I hope Mother’s Day will be celebrated by having the kids wait in the car while mom runs into Starbucks to get a latte.

This would be a joyous way to reclaim a parental right that has all but disappeared: the right to convenience. Somehow, moms—and dads, too, but let’s talk about moms, since they generally do more of the caregiving and this is their weekend—have been subtly and not-so-subtly informed that doing anything a slightly easier way is tantamount to neglect.

This is done by danger-izing the convenience: pretending that the parenting hack or pleasant practice is actually a threat to the child’s wellbeing. Moms, for instance, are strongly encouraged, even hectored, to breastfeed, even though formula-fed babies turn out fine. (I’m one of them.) A few years ago, the CDC told women between the ages of about 13 and 50 never to sip a single, relaxing drink, just in case they happen to be pregnant—as if all kids are one beer away from fetal alcohol syndrome. (They aren’t.) And then there’s the big kahuna of convenience: car waits.

Moms are routinely harassed and sometimes charged with a crime if they let their kids wait in the car even for a few minutes. The ostensible reason is that cars heat up quickly and a child could die from hyperthermia.  But statistically, more kids die in parking lots than in parked cars. (And they die when forgotten in a car for hours, not in the brief moments while mom is picking up the pizza.)

The authorities have criminalized the safer approach. Why? Because making mom take the kids along for the errand signals devotion. She has inconvenienced herself. A five minute in-and-out jaunt is transformed into the mini-ordeal of possibly waking the child, unbuckling the car seat, strapping on a hat, securing them in a baby carrier or making the triplets all hold hands, and taking them (sometimes wailing) into the establishment, maybe in the rain, maybe in the snow, maybe in the dark—and trying to do all that again on the way back while juggling some packages.

Most of us remember waiting in the car while our moms did some shopping, and it wasn’t a Guantanamo experience. It was part of being a kid. And part of being a mom was being allowed not to be with the kids every second of every day, demonstrating, Kabuki-like, that they have put everything else on hold to overprotect their youngsters

That’s why the neglect laws need to be clearer and saner. As lawyer Diane Redleaf, a longtime champion of families and now special counsel to Let Grow, notes, “There are vague laws in just about every state that give discretion to child protection investigators and police to label a parent’s actions that were done for convenience as ‘neglectful supervision,’ ‘risk of harm,’ ‘child endangerment,’ or ‘environmental neglect.’  These laws need to be narrowed. Instead of amorphous standards, we need real legal protections for families.”

This idea is neither cruel nor selfish nor risky. It is reasonable and smart to prioritize convenience when children are not in danger. Neglect should be limited to “blatant disregard of obvious danger” and not rational decisions that—horrors!—afford a mom some convenience.

When lawmakers, police officers, child protection workers, and passersby with 911 on speed dial recognize that convenience is not a crime, we will lift a latte and toast to a Mother’s Day gift even sweeter than chocolate chip pancakes in bed.

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Don’t Be Like the Rainbow Fish

Like so many of the best socialist products, Marcus Pfister’s The Rainbow Fish has been a runaway capitalist success. The children’s classic, in which the most brightly colored fish in the ocean finds happiness only after handing over all but one of his glittering scales under duress to the gray grumps around him, has sold since its 1992 debut more than 30 million copies worldwide.

Whereas Rainbow Fish achieves transcendence through literally becoming colorless, the exact opposite was the case for The Rainbow Fish. Using an expensive and novel combination of holographic foil stamping and watercolor, the Swiss-born Pfister and his publisher, NorthSouth Books, produced a striking visual package that proved irresistible.

“The effect of the stamping was so nice that all the bookshops here in Switzerland put it in the windows,” Pfister recalled in a 2013 interview with Publisher’s Weekly. “We decided that I’d get only 50 percent of my usual royalties for the book, and only that way was it possible to make it work.” Looks like a win-win.

Except for some of us parents, that is. Like countless toddler wranglers, I ended up with a copy of The Rainbow Fish around the house—gift, hand-me-down, who knows?—when my firstborn was getting out of diapers, and it took me all of one reading to understand why the former conservative radio host Neal Boortz 12 years ago called it not just “insidious” but “one of the biggest pieces of trash children’s books ever published.” (Boortz’s anti-Rainbow animus became so legendary that it sparked a response publication of sorts, called Starboortz Fish, in which a dull starfish is counseled that in order to truly shine he must earn the honor through industriously using what competitive advantages he already has.)

Libertarians won’t last long in this world taking easy umbrage at the statist culture around them. And as the unwilling recipient of more political children’s books than my mind has been able to successfully scrub, I can testify that kiddie propaganda in the other direction can be gruesome, too. But Pfister’s blockbuster—which was spun off into an animated TV series, plus several sequels—is toxic enough that I took the rare step of expelling it from my home.

Why? Start with the protagonist. He starts as “the most beautiful fish in the entire ocean,” but he refuses to talk or play with the other guppies, preferring instead to “glide past, proud and silent, letting his scales shimmer.” I mean, we’ve all known arrogant people, but don’t they usually try to leverage their inherited gifts into some kind of (advantageous-to-them) social interaction?

Instead, he whines about not having any friends. A quest ensues to meet the wise and scary octopus, who advises: “Give a glittering scale to each of the other fish. You will no longer be the most beautiful fish in the sea, but you will discover how to be happy.”

This, it turns out, is a counsel to pay ransom—because on previous pages we learned that his fellow fish shun Rainbow not because he won’t play with them but because he refused a request from one of them to “give me one of your shiny scales. They are so wonderful, and you have so many.” Sure, the colorful fella’s a jerk, but he only gets truly ostracized because he won’t hand over his body parts on demand, in the name of equality.

After Rainbow Fish dutifully relinquishes a shiny scale to a grateful swimmer, the other fish mob him to insist on their fair share. “His most prized possessions had been given away, yet he was very happy,” Pfister concludes after the giveaway. Only then do the other fish invite him back to play.

There is exactly one good moral to be gleaned from these shimmery blue pages: Don’t be imperious about your inherited advantages. The rest is the kind of thuggishly naive utopianism that not even John Lennon believed anymore a few months after releasing “Imagine.”

But in these times of democratic socialism and ideological abstractions untethered to real-world habits, The Rainbow Fish may have more resonance than ever. It takes genuine artistic and marketing talent, plus the almost magical trade routes made possible by international capitalism (the book has been translated into more than 50 languages), to sell redistribution fantasia to so many millions in exchange for their own hard-earned money. Physical and sociological intimidation was, thankfully, not enough. Kids may as well learn now: Incoherent insincerity can make you rich, if you work hard enough.

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Don’t Be Like the Rainbow Fish

Like so many of the best socialist products, Marcus Pfister’s The Rainbow Fish has been a runaway capitalist success. The children’s classic, in which the most brightly colored fish in the ocean finds happiness only after handing over all but one of his glittering scales under duress to the gray grumps around him, has sold since its 1992 debut more than 30 million copies worldwide.

Whereas Rainbow Fish achieves transcendence through literally becoming colorless, the exact opposite was the case for The Rainbow Fish. Using an expensive and novel combination of holographic foil stamping and watercolor, the Swiss-born Pfister and his publisher, NorthSouth Books, produced a striking visual package that proved irresistible.

“The effect of the stamping was so nice that all the bookshops here in Switzerland put it in the windows,” Pfister recalled in a 2013 interview with Publisher’s Weekly. “We decided that I’d get only 50 percent of my usual royalties for the book, and only that way was it possible to make it work.” Looks like a win-win.

Except for some of us parents, that is. Like countless toddler wranglers, I ended up with a copy of The Rainbow Fish around the house—gift, hand-me-down, who knows?—when my firstborn was getting out of diapers, and it took me all of one reading to understand why the former conservative radio host Neal Boortz 12 years ago called it not just “insidious” but “one of the biggest pieces of trash children’s books ever published.” (Boortz’s anti-Rainbow animus became so legendary that it sparked a response publication of sorts, called Starboortz Fish, in which a dull starfish is counseled that in order to truly shine he must earn the honor through industriously using what competitive advantages he already has.)

Libertarians won’t last long in this world taking easy umbrage at the statist culture around them. And as the unwilling recipient of more political children’s books than my mind has been able to successfully scrub, I can testify that kiddie propaganda in the other direction can be gruesome, too. But Pfister’s blockbuster—which was spun off into an animated TV series, plus several sequels—is toxic enough that I took the rare step of expelling it from my home.

Why? Start with the protagonist. He starts as “the most beautiful fish in the entire ocean,” but he refuses to talk or play with the other guppies, preferring instead to “glide past, proud and silent, letting his scales shimmer.” I mean, we’ve all known arrogant people, but don’t they usually try to leverage their inherited gifts into some kind of (advantageous-to-them) social interaction?

Instead, he whines about not having any friends. A quest ensues to meet the wise and scary octopus, who advises: “Give a glittering scale to each of the other fish. You will no longer be the most beautiful fish in the sea, but you will discover how to be happy.”

This, it turns out, is a counsel to pay ransom—because on previous pages we learned that his fellow fish shun Rainbow not because he won’t play with them but because he refused a request from one of them to “give me one of your shiny scales. They are so wonderful, and you have so many.” Sure, the colorful fella’s a jerk, but he only gets truly ostracized because he won’t hand over his body parts on demand, in the name of equality.

After Rainbow Fish dutifully relinquishes a shiny scale to a grateful swimmer, the other fish mob him to insist on their fair share. “His most prized possessions had been given away, yet he was very happy,” Pfister concludes after the giveaway. Only then do the other fish invite him back to play.

There is exactly one good moral to be gleaned from these shimmery blue pages: Don’t be imperious about your inherited advantages. The rest is the kind of thuggishly naive utopianism that not even John Lennon believed anymore a few months after releasing “Imagine.”

But in these times of democratic socialism and ideological abstractions untethered to real-world habits, The Rainbow Fish may have more resonance than ever. It takes genuine artistic and marketing talent, plus the almost magical trade routes made possible by international capitalism (the book has been translated into more than 50 languages), to sell redistribution fantasia to so many millions in exchange for their own hard-earned money. Physical and sociological intimidation was, thankfully, not enough. Kids may as well learn now: Incoherent insincerity can make you rich, if you work hard enough.

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Detroit Cop Shoots Family Dog in Front of 9-Year-Old

A Detroit family is distraught after a police officer shot their 15-month-old dog on Friday. A 9-year-old had been walking the dogs when they got loose and took off. The boy flagged a police officer down for help retrieving the animals, but local news outlets report that the officer instead shot the dog.

Nine-year-old Elijah Hughs, the nephew of Sonya Davis, was preparing to take the Davis’ two dogs for a walk when they got loose and ran down the street. There are conflicting stories about what happened next, but a Detroit police officer shot Stormy, a 15-month-old pit bull mix, in the face. The family is now facing approximately $8,000 in medical bills to fix the dog’s completely shattered lower jaw.

“I was devastated,” Davis told The Detroit News. “She’s not a vicious dog at all. … She’s a sweetheart.”

Detroit TV news outlet Fox 2 reports:

Elijah tells Fox 2 he was walking Stormy and their other dog Bandit Friday afternoon on Detroit’s East Side.

They got loose and ran Elijah flagged down a Detroit Police car telling them his dogs got loose.

“One of the police officers jumped out the car and they shot stormy and then she ran,” he said.

Detroit Police say they had gotten a 911 call about vicious dogs in the area, when they got on scene they say Stormy charged at them.

“We don’t know if the dog is friendly or not its running toward the officer and the officer have to make a split decision at that time,” Captain Keeth Williams with Detroit Police said.

An x-ray showing Stormy’s completely shattered lower jaw // Detroit Dog Rescue

According to Detroit Dog Rescue (DDR), a local no-kill shelter, police left the family to deal with their grievously injured pet. The family contacted a local news station, which put them in touch with the DDR. The group is fundraising to cover the Davis’ veterinary bills.

The Davis family is filing a complaint with the Detroit Police Department, which said it is investigating the incident. If the Davis’ pursue legal action, they’ll join a string of civil rights lawsuits against the city for wantonly shooting dogs.

The shooting happened to occur on the same day Reason reported that Detroit agreed to pay out $60,000 in another dog shooting lawsuit brought by Nikita Smith, whose three dogs were shot by a Detroit narcotics unit during a marijuana raid in 2016.

Last year, Detroit paid $225,000 to settle a lawsuit brought by Kenneth Savage and Ashley Franklin, who claimed Detroit police officers shot their three dogs while the animals were enclosed behind an 8-foot-tall fence—all so the officers could confiscate several potted marijuana plants in their backyard.

In 2015, the city approved a $100,000 settlement to a man after police shot his dog while it was securely chained to a fence.

Last year, Reason reported that Detroit police shot 54 dogs in 2017—twice as many as Chicago, a city with roughly 2 million more people. About a third of those shootings were by the Detroit Police’s Major Violators Unit, which conducts drug raids throughout the city. A previous Reason investigation found the Major Violators Unit had a nasty habit of leaving dead dogs in its wake and generating lawsuits.

While violent drug raids are responsible for many of the dog shootings, Detroit also has a large number of stray dogs and little in the way of help for police who have to deal with them. In many of the cases reviewed by Reason, officers struggled to corral aggressive dogs running loose on the street while waiting in vain for animal control to arrive.

But in other instances, Detroit residents said their dogs were shot with little hesitation. For example, in May 2015, local country singer Alison Lewis was playing with her cattle-dog mix Millie in the open field where the old Tigers Stadium used to stand when the dog ran up to a police officer. The officer shot Lewis’ dog in the face. Police described it as a jumping, barking pit bull that charged the officer, according to the Detroit Free Press. “That’s absolutely not true,” Lewis told local news channel WXYZ. Detroit settled with Lewis for $8,000.

“What we do know is Detroit Police are asked to do too much and they’re not trained to work with all dogs,” Detroit Dog Rescue wrote on Facebook. “The city STILL needs adequate animal control officers, vehicles, extended hours, and a facility.”

Detroit is a particularly notable example of a national problem. Exactly how many dogs are shot by police every year is unknown, but there have been so many that there are databases and Facebook groups dedicated to tracking the phenomenon. In January, an Arkansas cop was fired after video showed him casually shooting a nine-pound dog. Reason has a whole category for “puppycide” stories. Last year, I reported on a new pilot program to train police officers how to read dog behavior, a tacit acknowledgment that police have a dog problem.

Until such training is more widespread, stories like this, and expensive lawsuits, will continue to play out.

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Detroit Cop Shoots Family Dog in Front of 9-Year-Old

A Detroit family is distraught after a police officer shot their 15-month-old dog on Friday. A 9-year-old had been walking the dogs when they got loose and took off. The boy flagged a police officer down for help retrieving the animals, but local news outlets report that the officer instead shot the dog.

Nine-year-old Elijah Hughs, the nephew of Sonya Davis, was preparing to take the Davis’ two dogs for a walk when they got loose and ran down the street. There are conflicting stories about what happened next, but a Detroit police officer shot Stormy, a 15-month-old pit bull mix, in the face. The family is now facing approximately $8,000 in medical bills to fix the dog’s completely shattered lower jaw.

“I was devastated,” Davis told The Detroit News. “She’s not a vicious dog at all. … She’s a sweetheart.”

Detroit TV news outlet Fox 2 reports:

Elijah tells Fox 2 he was walking Stormy and their other dog Bandit Friday afternoon on Detroit’s East Side.

They got loose and ran Elijah flagged down a Detroit Police car telling them his dogs got loose.

“One of the police officers jumped out the car and they shot stormy and then she ran,” he said.

Detroit Police say they had gotten a 911 call about vicious dogs in the area, when they got on scene they say Stormy charged at them.

“We don’t know if the dog is friendly or not its running toward the officer and the officer have to make a split decision at that time,” Captain Keeth Williams with Detroit Police said.

An x-ray showing Stormy’s completely shattered lower jaw // Detroit Dog Rescue

According to Detroit Dog Rescue (DDR), a local no-kill shelter, police left the family to deal with their grievously injured pet. The family contacted a local news station, which put them in touch with the DDR. The group is fundraising to cover the Davis’ veterinary bills.

The Davis family is filing a complaint with the Detroit Police Department, which said it is investigating the incident. If the Davis’ pursue legal action, they’ll join a string of civil rights lawsuits against the city for wantonly shooting dogs.

The shooting happened to occur on the same day Reason reported that Detroit agreed to pay out $60,000 in another dog shooting lawsuit brought by Nikita Smith, whose three dogs were shot by a Detroit narcotics unit during a marijuana raid in 2016.

Last year, Detroit paid $225,000 to settle a lawsuit brought by Kenneth Savage and Ashley Franklin, who claimed Detroit police officers shot their three dogs while the animals were enclosed behind an 8-foot-tall fence—all so the officers could confiscate several potted marijuana plants in their backyard.

In 2015, the city approved a $100,000 settlement to a man after police shot his dog while it was securely chained to a fence.

Last year, Reason reported that Detroit police shot 54 dogs in 2017—twice as many as Chicago, a city with roughly 2 million more people. About a third of those shootings were by the Detroit Police’s Major Violators Unit, which conducts drug raids throughout the city. A previous Reason investigation found the Major Violators Unit had a nasty habit of leaving dead dogs in its wake and generating lawsuits.

While violent drug raids are responsible for many of the dog shootings, Detroit also has a large number of stray dogs and little in the way of help for police who have to deal with them. In many of the cases reviewed by Reason, officers struggled to corral aggressive dogs running loose on the street while waiting in vain for animal control to arrive.

But in other instances, Detroit residents said their dogs were shot with little hesitation. For example, in May 2015, local country singer Alison Lewis was playing with her cattle-dog mix Millie in the open field where the old Tigers Stadium used to stand when the dog ran up to a police officer. The officer shot Lewis’ dog in the face. Police described it as a jumping, barking pit bull that charged the officer, according to the Detroit Free Press. “That’s absolutely not true,” Lewis told local news channel WXYZ. Detroit settled with Lewis for $8,000.

“What we do know is Detroit Police are asked to do too much and they’re not trained to work with all dogs,” Detroit Dog Rescue wrote on Facebook. “The city STILL needs adequate animal control officers, vehicles, extended hours, and a facility.”

Detroit is a particularly notable example of a national problem. Exactly how many dogs are shot by police every year is unknown, but there have been so many that there are databases and Facebook groups dedicated to tracking the phenomenon. In January, an Arkansas cop was fired after video showed him casually shooting a nine-pound dog. Reason has a whole category for “puppycide” stories. Last year, I reported on a new pilot program to train police officers how to read dog behavior, a tacit acknowledgment that police have a dog problem.

Until such training is more widespread, stories like this, and expensive lawsuits, will continue to play out.

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Homeless Advocates Are Taking Houston’s Cruel Food-Sharing Ban to Court

new legal challenge filed this week seeks to overturn an awful ban in Houston, Texas, on sharing food with the homeless and others in need.

The lawsuit was filed by the Houston chapter of Food Not Bombs (FNB)—a loose-knit advocacy coalition dedicated to “sharing free vegetarian food with hungry people and protesting war and poverty”—and three FNB volunteers. The case was filed in U.S. District Court in Houston.

The suit (which you can access here) alleges that the Houston law violates elements of the First, Fourth, Fifth and Fourteenth Amendments, including constitutional protections of free speech, freedom of association, freedom of religion, due process, and equal protection. It asks the court to strike down the law and to award damages to the plaintiffs.

Opponents of the Houston law also filed an earlier challenge in Texas state court.

The ordinance, first adopted in 2012, prohibits “any organization or individual to sponsor or conduct a food service event on public or private property without the advance written consent of the public or private property owner or other individual with lawful control of the property.” It defines a “food service event” as one in which charitable food services are provided to more than five individuals.” Its alleged purpose is to “assur[e] sanitary, quality foods are delivered to those in need, while protecting the environment and the rights of private property owners.”

The ordinance also establishes a citywide program intended to distinguish between “charitable food services” such as Food Not Bombs and “recognized charitable food service providers,” the latter, favored group including only people or organizations that have “received a certificate from the city designating said individual or organization as being in good standing in the City of Houston Recognized Charitable Food Service Provider Program.”

Violators face fines of up to $2,000.

Houston’s awful law is, well, awful. But it’s not uniquely so. In fact, other cities that have or have had such bans in place over the years include Las Vegas, Fort Lauderdale, New York City, Philadelphia, Dallas, San Antonio, and many others, as I detail in my recent book, Biting the Hands that Feed Us: How Fewer, Smarter Laws Would Make Our Food System More Sustainable.

I first wrote about both awful prohibitions on sharing food with those in need and Food Not Bombs in a 2011 blog post for Hit & Run (R.I.P.). In that case, Orlando’s own cruel food-sharing ban had resulted in the arrest of several local Food Not Bombs members. I’ve written about such bans many times since, and described them all as “unconstitutional, discriminatory, and wrongheaded.”

Randall L. Kallinen, a Houston civil rights lawyer who filed the lawsuit this week, shares that assessment. 

“Sharing food is a form of expression protected by the Constitution,” Kallinen wrote to me in an email this week. “Likewise, Jesus taught his followers to feed the poor and others. Why should a few downtown Houston landowners that contribute to Mayor [Sylvester] Turner’s elections campaign dictate the law under which all Houstonians must live[?]”

But many others also oppose the Houston law. In fact, the lawsuit itself notes an incredibly diverse set of local opponents of the measure. These include the local Green Party, Libertarian Party, Democratic Socialists, and Republican Party, along with a pair of local Tea Party and Democratic Party groups. They also include a local Nation of Islam chapter, along with local atheist, Christian, and Hare Krishna groups.

If everyone (save for some powerful developers) hates this law, then why is it still on the books? Because not everyone does. “Houston officials who’ve supported the ordinance say it protects the people receiving food and doesn’t criminalize those providing it,” the Texas Observer reported this week.

That’s not how those sharing food in Houston view the law.

“I want to serve food wherever I feel like without having to worry about [police] officers,” Shere Dore, one of the plaintiffs, told the Observer. “A lot of other people want to serve, but they are literally too scared to come out.”

I hope this lawsuit swings the tide for Dore, Food Not Bombs, and Houston’s hungry.

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Homeless Advocates Are Taking Houston’s Cruel Food-Sharing Ban to Court

new legal challenge filed this week seeks to overturn an awful ban in Houston, Texas, on sharing food with the homeless and others in need.

The lawsuit was filed by the Houston chapter of Food Not Bombs (FNB)—a loose-knit advocacy coalition dedicated to “sharing free vegetarian food with hungry people and protesting war and poverty”—and three FNB volunteers. The case was filed in U.S. District Court in Houston.

The suit (which you can access here) alleges that the Houston law violates elements of the First, Fourth, Fifth and Fourteenth Amendments, including constitutional protections of free speech, freedom of association, freedom of religion, due process, and equal protection. It asks the court to strike down the law and to award damages to the plaintiffs.

Opponents of the Houston law also filed an earlier challenge in Texas state court.

The ordinance, first adopted in 2012, prohibits “any organization or individual to sponsor or conduct a food service event on public or private property without the advance written consent of the public or private property owner or other individual with lawful control of the property.” It defines a “food service event” as one in which charitable food services are provided to more than five individuals.” Its alleged purpose is to “assur[e] sanitary, quality foods are delivered to those in need, while protecting the environment and the rights of private property owners.”

The ordinance also establishes a citywide program intended to distinguish between “charitable food services” such as Food Not Bombs and “recognized charitable food service providers,” the latter, favored group including only people or organizations that have “received a certificate from the city designating said individual or organization as being in good standing in the City of Houston Recognized Charitable Food Service Provider Program.”

Violators face fines of up to $2,000.

Houston’s awful law is, well, awful. But it’s not uniquely so. In fact, other cities that have or have had such bans in place over the years include Las Vegas, Fort Lauderdale, New York City, Philadelphia, Dallas, San Antonio, and many others, as I detail in my recent book, Biting the Hands that Feed Us: How Fewer, Smarter Laws Would Make Our Food System More Sustainable.

I first wrote about both awful prohibitions on sharing food with those in need and Food Not Bombs in a 2011 blog post for Hit & Run (R.I.P.). In that case, Orlando’s own cruel food-sharing ban had resulted in the arrest of several local Food Not Bombs members. I’ve written about such bans many times since, and described them all as “unconstitutional, discriminatory, and wrongheaded.”

Randall L. Kallinen, a Houston civil rights lawyer who filed the lawsuit this week, shares that assessment. 

“Sharing food is a form of expression protected by the Constitution,” Kallinen wrote to me in an email this week. “Likewise, Jesus taught his followers to feed the poor and others. Why should a few downtown Houston landowners that contribute to Mayor [Sylvester] Turner’s elections campaign dictate the law under which all Houstonians must live[?]”

But many others also oppose the Houston law. In fact, the lawsuit itself notes an incredibly diverse set of local opponents of the measure. These include the local Green Party, Libertarian Party, Democratic Socialists, and Republican Party, along with a pair of local Tea Party and Democratic Party groups. They also include a local Nation of Islam chapter, along with local atheist, Christian, and Hare Krishna groups.

If everyone (save for some powerful developers) hates this law, then why is it still on the books? Because not everyone does. “Houston officials who’ve supported the ordinance say it protects the people receiving food and doesn’t criminalize those providing it,” the Texas Observer reported this week.

That’s not how those sharing food in Houston view the law.

“I want to serve food wherever I feel like without having to worry about [police] officers,” Shere Dore, one of the plaintiffs, told the Observer. “A lot of other people want to serve, but they are literally too scared to come out.”

I hope this lawsuit swings the tide for Dore, Food Not Bombs, and Houston’s hungry.

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Jurassic Regulation

The Indecent Screen: Regulating Television in the Twenty-First Century, by Cynthia Chris, Rutgers University Press, 254 pages, $29.95

Like a prehistoric mosquito trapped in amber, the indecency rules enforced by the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) are an artifact from a distant past loaded with DNA the regulators periodically try to use to engineer new censorship monsters.

Most people have at least some passing familiarity with these rules, which were codified in Section 1464 of the U.S. Criminal Code but immortalized by George Carlin’s “Filthy Words” monologue. The law has been on the books in various forms since Congress took an early crack at regulating the new medium of radio in 1927, but the corresponding FCC regulations didn’t really begin to take shape until the 1970s. That was when Carlin’s satirical commentary on the rules—and the Supreme Court’s 1978 affirmation of an FCC sanction based on it—set the policy in stone, making it the only legal standard ever created by a stand-up comic.

Congress had no specific plan for what speech would be included when it prohibited “obscene, indecent, and profane” broadcasts. Nor did the Commission have any clear notion of what speech might be banned when it adopted a regulation outlawing “patently offensive” descriptions of “sexual or excretory activities and organs, at times of day when there is a reasonable risk that children may be in the audience.” But Carlin had some idea what this meant, and he boiled it down to seven words that will “curve your spine, grow hair on your hands and…maybe even bring us, God help us, peace without honor.” They are shitpisscuntfuckcocksuckermotherfucker, and tits.

Why is tits on the list, you might ask? Because it serves as a monosyllabic exclamation point, and because it is funny. Carlin changed the number of words from time to time as he honed the bit, but the original seven are remembered best because they were the ones the Supreme Court considered in FCC v. Pacifica Foundation.

In that case, the justices narrowly upheld the FCC’s decision to admonish (but not fine) the Pacifica station WBAI for airing a discussion program on language that incorporated the Carlin routine. The Court stressed two points. First, indecent (but not obscene) speech is protected by the First Amendment. Second, indecency could not be restricted in traditional media such as newspapers and magazines—but it could be on radio and television. And even then, the FCC couldn’t ban indecency altogether: It could only relegate such speech to late-night hours.

The theory was that radio and TV, unlike other media, were “uniquely accessible to children” because on-air words and images could come into the home unbidden.

No one was more surprised at the decision than the FCC. The Justice Department had refused to defend this frail and untested theory at the Supreme Court, leaving the commission to send one of its own attorneys, Joe Marino, to argue the case. The FCC fully expected to lose (as it had in the court of appeals), and it has been in a total fog as to how to apply its amorphous standard ever since.

At first, FCC Chairman Charles Ferris said the rules would be enforced only against the seven Carlin words (unless their use was fleeting or inadvertent). The commission followed that policy for nearly a decade but abandoned it in the late 1980s in response to political pressure. Instead, it adopted what it called a “generic” indecency standard.

The policy was initially applied almost exclusively to radio, not television. That changed abruptly in the early 21st century in the wake of some unscripted swearing on awards shows and the infamous 2004 Super Bowl “wardrobe malfunction.” With Congress breathing down its neck, the FCC altered its policy yet again, eliminating its forbearance for “fleeting” or “inadvertent” material, sanctioning even news programs, and vastly increasing fines.

This lead to eight years of litigation and two trips to the Supreme Court. While the fines the commission had levied were thrown out, the indecency standard survived.

This is where Cynthia Chris, a professor of media culture at the College of Staten Island, picks up the story. In The Indecent Screen, Chris provides a useful discussion of the origins and rationales for the FCC indecency rules, but the focus of her analysis is the two decades since the passage of the Telecommunications Act of 1996. She describes the foibles and inconsistencies of the FCC’s attempts to apply its indecency rules during a time when the technological assumptions on which they’re based have long since been eclipsed.

Chris reaches the right conclusion: “More than ever, it is urgent for us, as media consumers and as citizens, not only to tolerate free speech when it is uncomfortable, not only to defend protections for free speech, but to demand them and to respond to speech that is hateful, false, abusive, or discriminatory.” But her book adds little to a field already occupied by such works as Marjorie Heins’ far superior Not in Front of the Children. It also sometimes suffers from reliance on academic jargon and on secondary sources, and it describes some key cases inaccurately.

Take her discussion of the wardrobe malfunction case. Chris correctly notes that the court of appeals threw out the $550,000 fine against CBS—but then writes that the Supreme Court declined review in 2009, leaving the lower court’s decision intact. Not quite: The high court in fact granted review, vacated the lower court decision, and remanded it for further proceedings. The case dragged on another three years, and then the appellate court affirmed its original decision. The Supreme Court finally denied review in 2012.

The Indecent Screen also misses the opportunity to examine the constitutional obsolescence of indecency regulation in the age of multichannel delivery systems and streaming video. For example, after the Communications Decency Act tried to impose the indecency standard on all internet communications, the Supreme Court eviscerated it as an obvious First Amendment violation. Yet Chris mentions the landmark Reno v. ACLU decision just twice in 179 pages, and then only in passing.

Other points made in the book seem to come more from the author’s preconceptions than from actual data. Chris claims that “women’s language is more policed, and self-policed, than that of men.” Her evidence for this is drawn mainly from the amount of coverage accorded by US Weekly and People magazine to on-camera gaffes by female vs. male celebrities. This seems to discount the fact that the FCC’s “generic” indecency policy was created to go after “shock jocks” like Howard Stern and Bubba the Love Sponge.

The author’s assumptions overwhelm her research again when she discusses the FCC’s record fine (for a single station) of $325,000, imposed on WDBJ in Roanoke, Virginia, for a news story about a former porn actress who had become a volunteer emergency medical technician. The FCC got involved because an editing mishap resulted in a tiny image from the actress’s website appearing in the background of one shot for less than two seconds. Chris observes that station owner Schurz Communications raised strong arguments against the fine but dropped its challenge before a decision was reached after it sold the station to Gray Television Group in 2016.

Chris’ takeaway is that greedy corporations don’t care about free speech. “In WDBJ’s appeal,” she writes, “pursuing First Amendment principles took a back seat to riding a wave of industry-wide consolidation. In this case, it would seem, the old Bush-era lament that indecency fines are just ‘the cost of doing business’ in a hypercompetitive race for ratings seemed to gain new traction, but with a twist. Instead of ratings, the race was now on for deep-pocketed station-owning chains to gobble up smaller station groups and accumulate more vast market shares.”

What actually happened was quite different. Schurz opposed the FCC’s Notice of Apparent Liability and was prepared to appeal the matter through the courts. Then the commission threatened to hold up a pre-existing sale of the company’s stations unless Schurz paid the fine and dropped the appeal. Schurz offered to pay up if it could keep its right to continue challenging the ruling, but the FCC would not budge—the sale was held hostage to the case going away.

Regulatory extortion like this explains how the FCC has managed to preserve speech regulations that are both inconsistent with basic First Amendment principles and ineffective in an age when young people can access virtually all media through their phones. The Indecent Screen would have been a better book if it had explored the abuse of governmental power inherent in such dubious rules.

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The Indecent Screen: Regulating Television in the Twenty-First Century, by Cynthia Chris, Rutgers University Press, 254 pages, $29.95

Like a prehistoric mosquito trapped in amber, the indecency rules enforced by the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) are an artifact from a distant past loaded with DNA the regulators periodically try to use to engineer new censorship monsters.

Most people have at least some passing familiarity with these rules, which were codified in Section 1464 of the U.S. Criminal Code but immortalized by George Carlin’s “Filthy Words” monologue. The law has been on the books in various forms since Congress took an early crack at regulating the new medium of radio in 1927, but the corresponding FCC regulations didn’t really begin to take shape until the 1970s. That was when Carlin’s satirical commentary on the rules—and the Supreme Court’s 1978 affirmation of an FCC sanction based on it—set the policy in stone, making it the only legal standard ever created by a stand-up comic.

Congress had no specific plan for what speech would be included when it prohibited “obscene, indecent, and profane” broadcasts. Nor did the Commission have any clear notion of what speech might be banned when it adopted a regulation outlawing “patently offensive” descriptions of “sexual or excretory activities and organs, at times of day when there is a reasonable risk that children may be in the audience.” But Carlin had some idea what this meant, and he boiled it down to seven words that will “curve your spine, grow hair on your hands and…maybe even bring us, God help us, peace without honor.” They are shitpisscuntfuckcocksuckermotherfucker, and tits.

Why is tits on the list, you might ask? Because it serves as a monosyllabic exclamation point, and because it is funny. Carlin changed the number of words from time to time as he honed the bit, but the original seven are remembered best because they were the ones the Supreme Court considered in FCC v. Pacifica Foundation.

In that case, the justices narrowly upheld the FCC’s decision to admonish (but not fine) the Pacifica station WBAI for airing a discussion program on language that incorporated the Carlin routine. The Court stressed two points. First, indecent (but not obscene) speech is protected by the First Amendment. Second, indecency could not be restricted in traditional media such as newspapers and magazines—but it could be on radio and television. And even then, the FCC couldn’t ban indecency altogether: It could only relegate such speech to late-night hours.

The theory was that radio and TV, unlike other media, were “uniquely accessible to children” because on-air words and images could come into the home unbidden.

No one was more surprised at the decision than the FCC. The Justice Department had refused to defend this frail and untested theory at the Supreme Court, leaving the commission to send one of its own attorneys, Joe Marino, to argue the case. The FCC fully expected to lose (as it had in the court of appeals), and it has been in a total fog as to how to apply its amorphous standard ever since.

At first, FCC Chairman Charles Ferris said the rules would be enforced only against the seven Carlin words (unless their use was fleeting or inadvertent). The commission followed that policy for nearly a decade but abandoned it in the late 1980s in response to political pressure. Instead, it adopted what it called a “generic” indecency standard.

The policy was initially applied almost exclusively to radio, not television. That changed abruptly in the early 21st century in the wake of some unscripted swearing on awards shows and the infamous 2004 Super Bowl “wardrobe malfunction.” With Congress breathing down its neck, the FCC altered its policy yet again, eliminating its forbearance for “fleeting” or “inadvertent” material, sanctioning even news programs, and vastly increasing fines.

This lead to eight years of litigation and two trips to the Supreme Court. While the fines the commission had levied were thrown out, the indecency standard survived.

This is where Cynthia Chris, a professor of media culture at the College of Staten Island, picks up the story. In The Indecent Screen, Chris provides a useful discussion of the origins and rationales for the FCC indecency rules, but the focus of her analysis is the two decades since the passage of the Telecommunications Act of 1996. She describes the foibles and inconsistencies of the FCC’s attempts to apply its indecency rules during a time when the technological assumptions on which they’re based have long since been eclipsed.

Chris reaches the right conclusion: “More than ever, it is urgent for us, as media consumers and as citizens, not only to tolerate free speech when it is uncomfortable, not only to defend protections for free speech, but to demand them and to respond to speech that is hateful, false, abusive, or discriminatory.” But her book adds little to a field already occupied by such works as Marjorie Heins’ far superior Not in Front of the Children. It also sometimes suffers from reliance on academic jargon and on secondary sources, and it describes some key cases inaccurately.

Take her discussion of the wardrobe malfunction case. Chris correctly notes that the court of appeals threw out the $550,000 fine against CBS—but then writes that the Supreme Court declined review in 2009, leaving the lower court’s decision intact. Not quite: The high court in fact granted review, vacated the lower court decision, and remanded it for further proceedings. The case dragged on another three years, and then the appellate court affirmed its original decision. The Supreme Court finally denied review in 2012.

The Indecent Screen also misses the opportunity to examine the constitutional obsolescence of indecency regulation in the age of multichannel delivery systems and streaming video. For example, after the Communications Decency Act tried to impose the indecency standard on all internet communications, the Supreme Court eviscerated it as an obvious First Amendment violation. Yet Chris mentions the landmark Reno v. ACLU decision just twice in 179 pages, and then only in passing.

Other points made in the book seem to come more from the author’s preconceptions than from actual data. Chris claims that “women’s language is more policed, and self-policed, than that of men.” Her evidence for this is drawn mainly from the amount of coverage accorded by US Weekly and People magazine to on-camera gaffes by female vs. male celebrities. This seems to discount the fact that the FCC’s “generic” indecency policy was created to go after “shock jocks” like Howard Stern and Bubba the Love Sponge.

The author’s assumptions overwhelm her research again when she discusses the FCC’s record fine (for a single station) of $325,000, imposed on WDBJ in Roanoke, Virginia, for a news story about a former porn actress who had become a volunteer emergency medical technician. The FCC got involved because an editing mishap resulted in a tiny image from the actress’s website appearing in the background of one shot for less than two seconds. Chris observes that station owner Schurz Communications raised strong arguments against the fine but dropped its challenge before a decision was reached after it sold the station to Gray Television Group in 2016.

Chris’ takeaway is that greedy corporations don’t care about free speech. “In WDBJ’s appeal,” she writes, “pursuing First Amendment principles took a back seat to riding a wave of industry-wide consolidation. In this case, it would seem, the old Bush-era lament that indecency fines are just ‘the cost of doing business’ in a hypercompetitive race for ratings seemed to gain new traction, but with a twist. Instead of ratings, the race was now on for deep-pocketed station-owning chains to gobble up smaller station groups and accumulate more vast market shares.”

What actually happened was quite different. Schurz opposed the FCC’s Notice of Apparent Liability and was prepared to appeal the matter through the courts. Then the commission threatened to hold up a pre-existing sale of the company’s stations unless Schurz paid the fine and dropped the appeal. Schurz offered to pay up if it could keep its right to continue challenging the ruling, but the FCC would not budge—the sale was held hostage to the case going away.

Regulatory extortion like this explains how the FCC has managed to preserve speech regulations that are both inconsistent with basic First Amendment principles and ineffective in an age when young people can access virtually all media through their phones. The Indecent Screen would have been a better book if it had explored the abuse of governmental power inherent in such dubious rules.

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