09/28/2007 (9:29 am)
A singularly unique hearing
By Charles Slat
I attended the state public hearing on new pollution rules for the Holcim cement plant Thursday night.
I’ve been covering public hearings of various kinds for years. I estimate I’ve covered maybe 100 in the area over the years and dozens before I came to The Evening News.
The Dundee hearing was unique in my experience because absolutely no one at the hearing spoke in favor of the anti-pollution rule the state was proposing for the cement plant. Even state officials at the hearing acknowledged the rarity of that.The state listened to nearly 40 commenters during the session, most of them Holcim employees.
Why is this?
There might be four reasons.
First, someone has convinced the employees that the state action will force the plant to shut down. Unless Holcim has already decided to do that for some other reasons, that’s probably not going to happen. But the threat is scary enough for the employees.
Second, the current state of the economy has enough people worried that the mere whisper of the possibility of job losses will move them to action.
Third, Dundee area residents aren’t as nearly as concerned about pollution from the plant as they have been in years past, and that might be because they’ve either learned to live with the pollution or it’s not nearly as bad as it once was.
Fourth, employees and managers genuinely believe that the plant is unfairly being singled out for enforcement. There doesn’t seem to be any compelling evidence of that. More than likely, much of what has been going on between the state and the company has been the result of a negotiating stalmate and each side has been trying to force the other’s hand — the company by trying to marshal employee and public pressure and the state by playing hardball with the rules.
Hopefully, they’ll soon come to terms that everyone can live with.


“Yeah, later one of the old timers said ‘I’ll give you the rest of my beer if you sit on my lap,’” said one reporter.
“Gimme another, Sam!” she bellowed at the barkeep.
The words still were hanging in the air when a sweaty long-neck was slammed down before her, catching the eye of a dry-mouthed, sweaty longshoreman who leered from across the room.
Undaunted, she picked up the bottle and, in what seemed a single motion, removed the cap with her teeth and quaffed the contents without stopping.
She wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her kimono, smiled wryly and tottered off the stool.
‘Cuse me,” she said. “I have to go castrate some animals.”
Everyone gave her a wide berth as she strode out the door.
One she had disappeared into the night, someone had the guts to ask the question that was on everyone’s mind: “Is that the gal that writes all that crap on The Evening News blog?”
The silence spoke volumes.”