“Don’t believe anything you hear and only half of what you see,” was one of my mother’s favorite expressions when teaching me how to find my way in life. When I became old enough to think for myself, however, I asked myself, what kind of nonsense is that?
But after a formal education as well as attending a rigorous college of hard knocks, I find myself still relying on those pearls of wisdom doled out at my mother’s knee. From time to time, however, I forget. Recently, I found myself in a situation where I believed everything I heard when I shouldn’t have. And I was ashamed of myself for it.
As registered voters, we all take part shaping what our towns are and what they are to become in the future. Through zoning codes and by whom we elect as our town officials and by whom we appoint to our planning and zoning boards, we also determine who gets the privilege to live next door to us and down the street from us, even the types of houses they can live in and what kinds of businesses they can open to serve us.
Some would say that we have even more control on such situations depending on how much money we have and how much we pay in taxes – local, state and federal laws notwithstanding.
All of these factors became crystal clear to me little more than a week ago in my home community of Yorktown Heights when I attended a town board meeting. A group of citizens had gathered to protest the application for a special use permit that would allow a large single-family home to operate as a “sober living” residence. It would temporarily house people who had been treated for substance abuse to help them transition back into their communities.
The surrounding neighbors had organized quite effectively to block any such use. If I were to believe what I heard that evening, it would seem that my community was about to be invaded by criminals who would endanger my safety, sexual predators that would be after our children and substance abusers who would be dealing drugs on the streets. Besides all that, property values would plummet.
One woman in particular, a lawyer who was a lead spokesperson for the group, did a grand job of presenting her case as though she were pandering to a jury, building to a crescendo, rousing the crowd to a frenzy and milking applause from her claque. When she finished presenting the evidence, I found myself believing every word she spewed out and went home hoping the application would be denied.
But life is strange. Besides being The Home Guru, I also happen to be the founder of the longest running public relations firm in Westchester. No sooner had I arrived home, I found an email from an unknown sender, which at first I thought was spam. On an inexplicable impulse, I took a chance and opened it to find that it was from the very applicant who was seeking the special use permit, asking if he could meet with me.
I replied yes, curious to hear his side of the story. The next day, he arrived with two associates and in a clear and concise way was able to educate me about the background and professional experience of all parties associated with the organization, its methods of operation, its screening processes, the safeguards in place, and its mission and goals, all of which were solidly grounded in principle and practice.
I was actually ashamed to realize that unwittingly I had allowed myself to become part of the lynch mob, part of the Salem witch trials, part of the group that would deny fair access and fair housing to other responsible citizens and businesses who have just as much right to share my community as I do. And as for the suggestion that property values would plummet, as a realtor I know that there is no real evidence that supports such speculation.
Bottom line: I am now involved, and not just for my own town, but for all the towns we live in. I am on board to fight this kind of bias and discrimination. To me, this issue goes beyond the application for a special use permit. It speaks to an overriding big picture of what kind of town I want to live in and what it might become in the future.
To me this application symbolizes either the best that a town can be, a progressive community of neighbor helping neighbor, one of diversity and acceptance, or the worst, an exclusionary place that erects walls to ban certain kinds of people based on rumor, discrimination and fear mongering.
I will keep you posted on what happens in my own town with this issue. If you agree with me about the kind of town we should all want to live in, please keep alert in your community. Should any hint of this kind of vigilantism ever rear its ugly head, like me, be prepared to do something about it.
Bill Primavera is a Residential and Commercial Realtor® associated with Coldwell Banker, as well as a publicist and journalist who writes regularly as The Home Guru. For questions about home maintenance or to engage him to help you buy or sell a home, he can be emailed at Bill@TheHomeGuru.com or called directly at 914-522-2076.