Traficant, Mahoning Valley, and Me

                                               

Only those of us who stayed in the Mahoning Valley after the close of the steel mills understand what it was like to see the fabric of our local society torn apart.  Back in those days we did not have the degree of government safety net that has been built up over the past twenty years.  This community not only lost the mill jobs, but the community leaders who left with them.  Locally owned corporate headquarters either disappeared through bankruptcy or just packed up their bags and left.  No community can lose upwards of 60,000 jobs and survive. Youngstown was the capital of the Rust Belt, a center for disdain, the punch line of jokes as we watched all that we grew up with disappear in front of our eyes. 

As long as I can remember, this area was a center of corruption and mob violence.   It went on year after year after year after year.  We earned our reputation as Bombtown, USA.  Could somebody explain to me that even as a teenager if I knew who the mobsters were; if I knew where they lived; if I knew where they hung out; if I knew which were the mob businesses; how come nothing was ever done about it?  Where was the law enforcement…local, state, and federal?   I went away to college, got married, and moved back.  Things were exactly the same and never got better.  Corruption was everywhere.  It was just assumed. 

The Federal government let this area flounder financially.  Nobody came in to offer programs or financial assistance.  It didn’t exist back then.   Even as the mills were closing and people were being thrown out onto the street, the State of Ohio continued to take more tax money out of the area than it was sending back as it made the overt decision to build Columbus into the state’s show piece at the expense of the rest of the state.   We were left to our own devices.   

Jim Traficant represented the melding of all of these issues.  He was the personification of a collapsed economy, a tone deaf state government, a corrupt local political system, and a state and federal law enforcement system that just kind of let it go on and on and on and on.  He was the Mahoning Valley made flesh with all of our strengths, and all of our flaws.  He represented and was representative of the people who sent him first to the Sheriff’s office and then to Congress. 

We may not have known it, but he tapped into our sense of “us versus them."  He used the resources that were available to him to try to pick up the pieces.  Some of those resources weren't so nice.  He defined who we are…survivors.  He said we were junk yard dogs.  We are still junk yard dogs.  We know how to compete.  We know how to survive.  We know how to stand up for ourselves.  All of those are lessons hard learned.

In the process, he brought money and hope to the Valley.  He was a forerunner of the Tea Party in his disdain for the IRS.  It turns out he was right.  He was a champion for the working man always standing up for labor.  He understood the importance of business, and went out of his way to resolve labor disputes leaving us with a legacy of how labor and management can work together to save jobs so all can benefit. His handling of foreclosures was an eerie foreshadowing of the 2008 financial collapse.  He gave the Valley hope when we had none.  He gave us a voice when we needed one.

It's easy to criticize in hindsight.  How soon we forget at the time he was the only lifeline we had to grab. You can debate his methods.  You can debate his handling and his involvement with the dirty underbelly of this area.  You can debate his antics in Congress.  You can debate his bad hair and his bad clothes.  But he was there when we needed him.  You cannot debate his love and dedication to the Mahoning Valley. 

I only voted for him once…and that was the last time he ran before he was expelled from Congress.  But after watching how it all works, I kind of regret my previous voting decisions.  Now that I am much older and wiser, I have come to the conclusion that on many things, maybe he was right.  He will be missed. 

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