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Pissed Off

When Paul Radoy complained to Mayor Daley of crumbling infrastructure in North Lawndale, the mayor took the opportunity to hit the men's room. Nine months later, little has changed in the neighborhood.



Paul Radoy had a few things he wanted to say to Mayor Daley, and on a hot evening last August he got his chance.

The mayor and his top aides were holding one of their budget hearings in an auditorium on the near west side. It's part of a yearly ritual: every summer they schlep out to a few neighborhoods around town to talk about their priorities for the following year's budget. Daley typically delivers a rambling speech and then deigns to hear complaints, suggestions, and rants—about everything from crime to water fluoridation—from the rabble.

Radoy, a 36-year-old Northwestern University financial aid administrator whose close-cropped hair, khakis, and polo shirt made him look a bit like an oversize Eagle Scout, has lived in North Lawndale for nearly a decade—more than enough time to put together a list of things he believes the city has neglected in the impoverished west-side neighborhood. And when it was his turn at the mike, he calmly began to tick them off: potholes on 18th Street, sinkholes on Ogden, a missing section of curb at 19th and Lawndale, collapsing sewer drains in need of repair and reinforcement, and the frightening 28 minutes he'd spent waiting for police after catching a would-be burglar in his home just two weeks earlier. And how come the neighborhood still didn't have blue bin recycling?

"I'm not expecting the city to come and pick up the trash that blows around the streets here—that's something we have to take care of," he told me later. "But I am expecting the city to keep the roads from crumbling, to keep the curbs from crumbling. I don't think that's too much for taxpayers to expect."

It's not unusual for the mayor to appear impassive, even disinterested, as he listens to his constituents gripe at these hearings—and sometimes it's hard to blame him. But Radoy was taken aback by what Daley did as he began to speak.

The mayor stood up and without saying a word began to walk out of the room.

Radoy paused. "Mr. Mayor, are you taking a bathroom break?" he asked.

"A man's gotta use the washroom," Daley responded, chuckling, as he ducked out a side door.

Radoy collected himself and then continued, addressing the empty chair where the mayor had been. "That's kind of typical of how we feel in the 24th Ward," he said. "I'm not sure who I'm talking to!"

After he was done speaking, Radoy, like the others who'd testified, was surrounded by city officials wielding legal pads. They escorted him to the hallway, dutifully wrote down his complaints, and handed him their business cards, promising to look into the issues he'd brought up. It was impressive, but that's the point of these hearings: the mayor is out to show that while things may not be perfect for everybody, there are government officials who care.

That was nine months ago. A couple weeks ago I paid Radoy a visit at his home, near 18th and Lawndale, to find out how much progress had come out of the promises.

The short answer: not much.

Radoy was still miffed that the mayor walked out on him. "I would think his mother would've taught him to excuse himself," he said. But the condition of his neighborhood was still what really ticked him off.

Radoy and his wife, Kim, moved to North Lawndale "intentionally" about nine years ago so they could live out their beliefs in integration and civil rights. They and their three-year-old daughter are part of the neighborhood's minuscule white population, which accounts for 1.5 percent of the total. For the first three and a half years, Radoy worked for an after-school program run by the Lawndale Christian Development Corporation, a nonprofit formed by the Lawndale Community Church. He's still an active member of the congregation.

We walked a few yards from his front door to a short stretch of 18th Street that dead-ends at an alley just east of Lawndale Avenue. Not long after the budget meeting, Radoy says, city workers showed up and filled the block's many potholes with cold patch—which washed away within a few weeks. He followed up by repeatedly calling 311, the city's help line, as well as the office of 24th Ward alderman Sharon Dixon. Two more times crews came out to spread more cold patch—and both times it washed away again. By the time I arrived, the pavement looked like the surface of the moon, broken every few feet by craters.


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