I Hate the Ethics Commission
By Bill Boyarsky, Commentary
    
      AT THE END of a monthly meeting of the Los Angeles City
      Ethics Commission, I usually feel like singing the old
      Johnny Paycheck song, "Take This Job and Shove it."
      
      I tend to hate the Ethics Commission. Driving home from
      City Hall, I'm often so mad that I have to take care not to
      whack another car on the Santa Monica Freeway.
      
      We're the watchdogs for the city's campaign-finance and
      ethics rules. We hand out fines. This conveys the
      impression that we have power, that we are a force in City
      Hall. We're not. We operate on the margins. Big money
      dominates politics, and we can't do much about it.
      
      There are five ethics commissioners. We go to a meeting
      once a month, read material to prepare for it and
      occasionally speak to community groups. I've got two more
      years to go on my five-year term.
      
      One of our jobs is to enforce campaign contribution laws.
      There are many violations, sometimes by mistake, sometimes
      by intention. Our ace investigators and auditors nail the
      violators. Last Tuesday, for example, we hit former City
      Councilman Martin Ludlow for $105,271 because he accepted
      $30,000 from a union when the limit is $500.
      
      But the violations usually aren't that big, and I find
      myself mostly feeling like a judge in traffic court.
      
      I got a good lesson in my own ineffectiveness at a recent
      City Council Rules and Elections Committee hearing. I had
      high hopes for our proposal to ban lobbyists from raising
      campaign money.
      
      Basically, the committee is the graveyard for our
      proposals, interred there so that the other council members
      will not have to vote on them. After all, if they support
      us, their fundraising would be hurt. If they vote against
      us, constituents and loudmouth council critics might get
      mad. For them, burial is definitely the best outcome.
      
      I was especially in favor of the lobbyist proposal. I knew
      it would probably have as much effect on the political
      system as posting speed limit signs has on bad driving, but
      I thought it would at least limit the influence of
      lobbyists.
      
      The questions from the rules committee, including Council
      President Eric Garcetti and Councilman Dennis Zine, did not
      seem very supportive. My confidence drained away. Then came
      the death blow. Renee Stadel, the deputy city attorney who
      advises the Ethics Commission, took a seat at the witness
      table. She informed Garcetti and Zine that the state
      Supreme Court had already ruled that lobbyists could not be
      prevented from asking their clients for contributions.
      
      Clients make up the bulk of a lobbyist's contribution list.
      If our proposal couldn't touch that, why bother?
      
      Why didn't I remember this crucial point coming up during
      our many commission discussions? Maybe I had fallen asleep
      when the city attorney's office passed on this
      all-important information? Maybe I got the memo but I
      didn't understand it?
      
      Or maybe I had been sandbagged by a city attorney's office
      that, like most of City Hall, wants to keep power out of
      the hands of the Ethics Commission.
      
      With whatever dignity I could summon, I told Garcetti and
      Zine to forget the proposal. They were glad to do it.
      
      I stumbled out of the hearing room and into the elevator,
      going down. On P-2, I got out and walked to my car,
      grateful for my one perk as an ethics commissioner: free
      parking at City Hall.
      
      As I drove, I thought of the futility of political reform.
      I just finished writing a biography of a man who knew
      everything about politics, Jesse M. Unruh, California
      Assembly speaker in the 1960s, who liked to say that if you
      couldn't take lobbyists' money, eat their food, drink their
      booze, sleep with their women and vote against their
      bills, you didn't belong in office.
      
      Those were the days when campaign contributions came in
      cash, packed in paper bags. There were no rules. But when
      the old-timers took time out from eating, drinking and
      sleeping around, they passed a lot of good laws.
      
      Since then, righteousness â€" more accurately
      self-righteousness â€" has taken over. Even the
      most unethical politicians have a sanctimonious air. We've
      put up a facade of reform to cover the same old political
      structure.
      
      At Tuesday's Ethics Commission meeting, in addition to
      fining Ludlow, we took a step that could actually repair
      the structure. We recommended that city elections be
      financed with public funds. That means candidates would no
      longer have to cozy up to contractors, land developers,
      union bosses and the rest of the crew that calls the shots
      at City Hall. We taxpayers would pay for campaigns.
      
      Now that proposal will join the others in the clutches of
      the Rules and Elections Committee. It may wind up in the
      expanding mass burial plot. If it doesn't, the council will
      have to approve it, as will the voters. And then a
      financially strapped City Hall will have to find the money
      to make it work.
      
      Still, for once, I left the meeting in a decent mood. Maybe
      I won't take this job and shove it.
    
    
    
    
      BILL BOYARSKY is a former city editor and columnist for The
      Times. He's a journalism lecturer at USC.
    
  
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