On my first day as his press secretary, Terence Hallinan told me who was who in the office —which lawyers were assigned to which units, who had special expertise, who he had hired, whose loyalty he questioned, etc. etc. He spoke with special respect and affection for Kamala Harris —”a great hire,” he called her. She had been a prosecutor for the Alameda County DA’s office, highly recommended by his former Chief Assistant, Dick Iglehart, and by Mayor Willie Brown.
In January 2000 there was considerable media interest in a measure to be voted on in the upcoming March election —Proposition 21— which would give prosecutors the option of trying defendants younger than 18 in Superior Court instead of the juvenile courts. (Previously such decisions had been up to the judges.) Hallinan had opposed Prop 21 —the only DA in the state to do so. The Assistant DA who had been most heavily involved in the No-on-21 campaign, speaking at rallies and drafting position papers, was Kamala Harris.
When reporters would call with questions regarding Prop 21, I would give them the option of interviewing Kamala as well as Terence, because she was knowledgable and felt strongly about the subject. (She foresaw 38,000 more kids per year, most of them black and Latino, being tried in adult court over the year). Plus Kamala, then 36, was willing and generally available. About a third of the Assistant DAs really don’t want to talk to reporters, I was learning, about a third really do, and the other third would deal with the media if asked, but wouldn’t volunteer.
Two weeks after I started at SFDA, Darrell Salomon became “the number two” —Hallinan’s Chief Assistant. As a young lawyer Salomon had helped Joe Alioto sue LookMagazine for linking him to the Mafia. In the ’90s he had helped the Fang family acquire the San Francisco Examiner from the Hearst Corp. for the bargain price of minus $66 million (seller pays buyer). Hallinan hoped that Salomon would introduce efficiencies to SFDA that are common practice at successful private-sector firms.
Not long after he arrived, Salomon came into my office and instead of sitting in the chair across the desk, pulled it over so that he could sit alongside me and read what was on my computer screen. This was not a man stealing a sideways glance. I swiveled the monitor slightly to make it easier for him to read as I pondered his intent: Dominance gesture? Mafia tradition? Trying to get something on me? Whatever was on the screen was work-connected, rest assured. I was honored to be employed by the city/county of San Francisco and the tough-minded old boxer who had done so much to oppose the Drug War and give people a break here and there.
“You and I have a philosophical difference,” were Salomon’s first words.
“That may be,” I said, “what about?”
“You’re trying to make a star out of Kamala Harris.”
“I can’t make a star out of Kamala Harris,” I said, “she already is a star.”
Thin wisps of smoke started rising from the brow of Darrell Salomon. He said he didn’t want me directing media inquiries about Prop 21 to Kamala because she was planning to run against Hallinan in November 2003. “She has an agenda,” Salomon asserted. “She has an agenda…” I pointed out that it was February 2000, an exhausting campaign had just ended, for a couple of years everybody in the office ought to concentrate on prosecuting crimes without an eye towards an election almost four years away.
I imagined that after working together for a couple of years Terence and Kamala could sit down and discuss which of them should run in 2003, based on whether he had the energy and desire and whether she had the experience and perspective. I was like Rip Van Winkle, returning to the world of electoral politics after a 35-year absence. I overestimated the importance of “the cause” and underestimated the importance of the ego.
Darrell Saloman told me I didn’t understand politics. (He didn’t understand that I was hoping to impose my definition of “politics” on Kayo and Kamala and everybody else with whom I was coming in contact.) “It’s never to early to think in terms of the next campaign,” said Saloman. I could learn a lot if I would report to him instead of to Terence. “You could be my eyes and ears in the office…” I ignored his creepy offer and defended my approach to the PIO job. Kamala was spending her week-ends working on the No-on-21 campaign as a volunteer. Also, “The camera loves her” (a quote from KTVU’s Dan Springer,). Also, she thoroughly understood all the ramifications of the new law. And didn’t it reflect well on Terence Hallinan that his brilliant young African-American protege was looking out for her younger brothers? Maybe, if they caught her on TV, they’d pay attention.
Darrell sneered at my naivete. I kept going: “And there’s the basic egalitarian principle that those who do the work should get acknowledgment. And it’s the line deputies that the reporters want access to, because they know the details of the case…
“She’s Willie Brown’s protege!” Darrell blurted, his face gone purple. “He’s f—ing her!” ‘
I said “How do you know? Couldn’t an old gent want to be seen with a beautiful young woman on his arm, leaving the opera?”
He jumped up, shook his finger at me, and said “You direct those reporters’ calls to Terence Hallinan. That’s what he told me to tell you.”
Later that day, I asked Kamala bluntly if she was planning to run in 2003. She said “Not if Terence decides to run for a third term.” She said it would be “unprofessional.” I told Terence, who did not believe her. He believed the intelligence fed him by Darrell Salomon and some other little Iagos in his employ.
In a memo describing my encounter with his Number Two, I told Terence, “I figure Kamala started speaking out on Prop 21 not because she ‘has an agenda’ but because she has mercy. And if her agenda is to oppose the police state, what’s wrong with that? Darrell said there’s one good thing about her, not you, speaking out against Prop 21: ‘it lowers the risk of alienating the governor, and we may need the governor for money…’ I know you’re very pro-Kamala, and I think it’s reciprocal. That’s why I’m writing to suggest that you rise above seeing her as a rival.”
I soon learned that Terence wanted to handle not only the Prop 21 calls, but all the calls coming in from reporters; his reasoning was principled, not tactical. He said he felt responsible for the policies and actions being carried out in his name. “I’m the elected official,” he explained. “I’m the D.A. It’s my office. Except for my spokesman, I don’t want anybody going to the media.”
But the reporters almost invariably want access to the assistant DAs, because it’s they —not the boss— who are most familiar with the facts of a given case. By giving the Assistant DAs leeway to talk, Terence would not only win the reporters’ thanks, he might even catch an occasional break. “Think of it from Jaxon’s point of view,” I argued, invoking the Chronicle’s indefatigable and highly cynical man at the Hall of Justice, Jaxon Vanderbeken. “Let’s say Braden [Prosecutor Braden Woods] gets an unfavorable verdict but he isn’t allowed to discuss it, so Jaxon has to get you or me to explain what went wrong. He’ll see the explanation as the official party line and all he’ll want to do is poke holes in it. But if he talks to Braden, who just spent six days in court and put his heart into th prosecution and has an idea about why he didn’t get a guilty verdict, Jaxon might quote his comments and not feel impelled to refute him.”
In my two and a half years at the DA’s office I generally gave the reporters access to the Assistant DAs. Terence let it happen. He knew I was operating in what I took to be his interests, but he disagreed with my approach, and he had every right to, and he was the boss.
If Kamala Harris was hatching any disloyal plans, I never got wind of them. She was a terrific mentor. I remember her instructing Assistant DA Maria Bee to be much more forceful in prosecuting Douglas Chin, dubbed “Rebar Man” by the media. This was a case that the Hallinan-haters had been publicizing. Ken Garcia of the Chronicle characterized it as an “overzealous attempt by Hallinan’s office to prosecute a Mission District man who went on a crusade to combat prostitution in his neighborhood. Douglas Chin, a.k.a. Rebar Man, a mild-mannered electrical engineer, did a stupid thing for a fine cause. He dropped candy-bar-size metal chunks from a rooftop on the cars of johns prowling for hookers around 19th and Capp streets, where he lives…”
Kamala instructed Maria, in fierce tones: “Show some outrage towards this creep! Tell the jury who he really is —a 46-year-old loner who lives with his mother. At night he sits for hours in the front room —in the dark, in the front room of his mother’s house— looking out at the hookers. A creep! When he’s sufficiently aroused, he puts on gloves and a ski mask and climbs a fire escape onto the roof of the church next door. From the roof of the church he hurls down 9-inch chunks of steel, which he has carefully hacksawed -this man is a creep!- at cars that he assumes are driven by pimps and johns. And he admits that he’s done this ritual hundreds of times! It’s a miracle nobody’s gotten killed!”
Maria gulped and nodded and said, “Yes, thank you, yes, I will…”
Kamala’s a hell of a teacher, I thought, and certainly not somebody who wants to see the boss look bad… Far from it… But I couldn’t convince Terence, and in due course he gave her a de facto demotion. She left to work for Louise Renne at the City Attorney’s office, and as if Fate (that nasty bitch) was out to demonstrate how replaceable workers are in our system, another beautiful, brilliant, brown-skinned attorney named K(ia) Harris was hired by SFDA soon thereafter, and for a while occupied the very office that had been Kamala’s.
Darrell Salomon didn’t last a year at SFDA. He resigned in response to widespread expressions of dislike that he attributed to Kamala Harris’s organizing skills. Unfortunately, the suspicions he planted continued to grow, and in due course Terence decided to test Kamala’s loyalty. He confided in her some info that, if it were to appear in the press, he assumed, could only have come from her. And sure enough, the info did appear before long in a story by Dennis Opatrny of the Recorder.
That morning Terence summoned me into his office. He was behind his desk, waving the legal tabloid, his clinching evidence. “You were wrong to keep sticking up for her! See…” It wouldn’t be long before I learned that he had divulged the supposedly secret info to a third party —who had been Opatrny’s source.
Knowing that Kayo planned to demote her, Kamala left for the city attorney’s office. At lunchtime on her last day at SFDA, her co-workers threw a party for her —a testament to the respect and affection in which she was held. Many didn’t get back to the office till late afternoon.