Author Archives: Pamela

Pamela Fitzsimmons lives in Portland, Ore., and was a reporter and editor at newspapers in California and Washington state for more than 25 years.

She grew up in Medford, Ore., a working-class town that was once populated with pear orchards and formerly home to lumber mills, fruit-packing houses and excellent public schools (among the required reading in senior year: Arthur Koestler’s “Darkness at Noon”). She worked her way through the University of Oregon as a forest fire lookout for the U.S. Forest Service, stationed on mountains in the Umpqua, Wallowa-Whitman and Willamette national forests.

In the decade of the 90’s, like hundreds of other reporters in Southern California, she wrote about gangs, drugs, deteriorating schools, urban sprawl, poverty and its offsprings: more babies, more poverty, more social problems. In her case, the focus was on San Bernardino where smog obscured the San Bernardino mountains, and there was never a hint of orange blossoms in the air.

By the time she returned to the Pacific Northwest, parts of it were starting to look like San Bernardino, minus the smog. Gangs, strip-commercial sprawl, declining schools, the meth epidemic, illegal immigration – California’s bad dreams had moved north. Didn’t anyone read the news and see this coming?

Race and Consequences

Take a long look at Rachel Dolezal, and don’t be surprised if you see Margaret Seltzer in blackface. Both of them needed the black experience to give their lives meaning. In today’s America, being white is so … boring. Especially basic white – no gayness, no bisexuality, no gender grievances, no family dysfunction, no historic […]

A Gang of Police Reformers

While a teenage gunman shot three people at a street fair in Northeast Portland, less than a mile away a citizen oversight group was holding a town hall meeting on police reform. It turns out the 16-year-old shooter and members of the police reform group have something in common: They all want respect. The teenager […]

Blue Hours and Alien Boys

When it comes to the mentally ill, nobody is singing, “He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.” No, when it comes to crazy people on the street, whether or not they’re our brothers, we don’t want to carry them. We call the cops. In Portland, police have been accused by the U.S. Department of Justice of […]

Black Tantrum in Baltimore

Excuse me, but did Martin Luther King, Jr. just get assassinated again? It would appear so. “We’re making history here in Baltimore, Maryland,” said Ephelyn Smith, who told NPR she took two buses and got lost to get to Freddie Gray’s funeral. Freddie Gray? He had a string of arrests dating back to 2007, most […]

Tax Bill Comes Due For Obamacare

My one-year experiment with Obamacare ended on tax day with me writing a check to the IRS for $5,424. More than half of that – $3,000 – went to reimburse the government for an Affordable Care Act health insurance policy that provided me little in the way of medical coverage. It didn’t bother me to […]

Colony Collapse in Portland

The guy sitting next to me at the Portland City Council meeting kept dozing off, his mouth dropping open, his head falling towards his chest. Then he would jolt awake. He did this a few times. Finally he gave in, his head sinked, his wire-rim glasses fell to his lap, then to the floor. He […]

A Narrative Without Moral

Which is the bigger journalistic sin – a media celebrity embellishing a war story to appear more heroic, or a journalism professor lying to free a murderer? Without a doubt, the first receives a lot more publicity. Who hasn’t heard about Brian Williams? But how many people know what David Protess did? If you haven’t […]

John and Cylvia’s Game Plan

Had Oregon’s former First Lady Cylvia Hayes looked more like Sonia Sotomayor, John Kitzhaber might still be governor. Had Hayes looked like a Supreme Court Justice, Kitzhaber probably wouldn’t have been so quick to show her off, to announce that she would be his “first lady” and that his staff should treat her as his […]

Passing the Kleenex

When the 11-year-old girl in Stevensville, Mont., didn’t want to have sex with her grandfather, he would sit on the couch and sulk. “He would … pout if he didn’t get what he wanted. … He’d wait to see if I could come out and look at him and feel sorry for him, but I […]

Charlie and the Cagers

Poor Charlie Hales. He once was anointed by the media as the prime mover behind Portland City Council’s embrace of the streetcar. He reveled in the naming of BridgePort Brewery’s Streetcar Ale. “Whoever named a beer after a bus?” he crowed. (See “A Streetcar to Admire,”The Columbian, Sept. 14, 2003.) Back then, Charlie called streetcars […]