In October 2014, the City of South Florida passed a
resolution in favor of South Florida seceding from Florida and becoming the 51st
State of the United States. Vice Mayor Walter Harris, the resolution’s sponsor,
told the city’s commission that the government of Florida had not been
addressing adequately the issue of the sea-level rising. Already, Miami was
subject to regular flooding at high tide. This reason for secession has a
serious downside, however; a better rationale may ironically come from the
perspective of Floridians in North Florida.
The proposed State of South Florida would include the counties in orange. (Orlando Sentinel)
Harris was obviously frustrated. “We have to be able to deal
directly with this environmental concern and we can’t really get it done in
Tallahassee.”[1]
However, even though a government of South Florida might indeed be more willing
to legislate to save much of South Florida from the inevitable, that State
would be more vulnerable to sea-water disasters. A hurricane could cut out a
good part of tourism dollars along the “Gold Coast” (i.e., West Palm Beach to
Miami), and still Tallahassee could count of unhampered tax revenue from the
northern regions of Florida to fund clean-up and restoration projects. A
government of South Florida would not have this spread-out diversity, so a
major storm could effectively cripple that government’s wherewithal to respond.
So Harris’s rationale is a double-edged sword, meaning it
cuts both ways. More pliability but more risk. Mayor Philip Stoddard’s
rationale is more solid, and yet more effusive and thus easy to overlook or
dismiss. “It’s very apparent that the attitude of the northern part of the
state is that they would just love to saw the state in half and just let us
float off into the Caribbean. They’ve made that abundantly clear every possible
opportunity and I would love to give them the opportunity to do that.”[2]
I submit that Northern motive here does not stem from fiscal or even political
self-interest; rather, people living in South Florida have a bit of a bad
reputation, attitudewise.
After four months living in Miami, I came away wishing that
the U.S. might someday kick South
Florida out of the Union for not being civil enough to warrant inclusion in
American society. On a daily basis, I found not only irate, impatient drivers
honking incessantly, but also extremely rude retail employees dominating the
service industry—such rudeness easily passing as passive and even active aggression
toward customers. More generally, I found a mix of self-absorption and
fastidiousness to be so common that it characterizes the dominant culture. Obviously, not everyone living in the stretch
of urbanization from West Palm Beach to South Miami had this mentality; in
fact, I ran into some nice people who admitted to me that the real problem with
South Florida is the people. How damning an assessment this is!
In short, enough residents of South Florida do not play well
with others that the sordid attitude and its ensuing behaviors can enjoy the
validity that comes with being the established norm. Transferring to a local
bus at a light-rail station in Dade County (i.e., Miami), for example, I was
literally thrown out of kilter mentally when a black 25 year-old fat guy
body-slammed me into the side of the opened front-door because he thought I
should have let all the Blacks on first rather than wait in line as I did.
Adding insult to injury, the black bus driver refused to call the police when I
asked him while I was still body-pressed by Fat Albert. “You shouldn’t have
gotten on then,” the middle-aged driver said. I submitted a complaint to the transit
company, but never received a reply. At the very least, I concluded, a corrupt
institutional culture enables the interpersonal aggression there.
While in Miami Beach on a bus, I was perplexed to find a
driver ignoring two local black men shouting at each other in the bus. At the
very least, the black woman driving the bus was not concerned about what
impression the tourists standing in the aisle would have of the vacation spot.
The situation quickly turned surreal when one of the black men lurched down the
steps from the back third of the bus to hit the other man standing in the aisle
near the back door. From my seat, I caught a glimpse of tourists falling over
like dominos in the aisle toward the front of the bus. As they stood up,
several of them demanded that the driver stop and call the police. Incredibly,
she just kept driving. Eventually, when we stopped to let off some passengers,
the driver did call the police, but only to ask if the man who was hit wanted
to press charges. He did not, so the driver told the police they did not have
to come. Eventually, the troubled man got off the bus of his own accord.
On nearly a daily basis, I encountered aggressively rude
people in Fort Lauderdale and Miami of every race. At a Starbucks in a nice
suburb of Miami, I was stunned when a woman of about 60 decided even before I
had put away my things that I was leaving; she sat down at my small table while
I was still drinking coffee. “You’re
leaving,” she said as if she could not be wrong. “No, I’m still here,” I
replied, but this made no difference to her sense of entitlement. The employees
I encountered at more than one Starbucks store were—how shall I put it—a piece
of work. I called the company’s customer service on one occasion to report that
a veteran (i.e., not new) employee didn’t know what a pull-over is. Adding insult to injury, she refused to ask
her manager. “No, we don’t have those,” the employee said, scolding me with her
tone merely for ordering a French-roast pour-over because none was brewed. It is Starbucks policy that if a roast is not
brewed at the time, it is to be made by the pour-over method. The
customer-service representative in Seattle said after I relayed the account,
“You’re right; that really is beyond the pale—she doesn’t know what a pour-over
is and she is not in training? Yeah, that is bad.” I agreed, adding, “That’s
how it is here in Miami.” At another Starbucks, a manager explained that South
Florida is challenged in the service industry. In other words, so many people
are rude it is difficult to find nice people to hire. Several people living in
the metro area told me that employees in the service sector there are
notoriously rude, so I concluded that the culture must be really bad.
Doubtless the sordid reputation had reached many ears in
North Florida by the time of Stoddard’s resolution in South Miami. He was
conveniently ignoring this point when he sought to have South Florida play the
victim role. They would just love to
float us off into the Caribbean. Northern Floridians might want to send the
commissioners there a thank you note, and not because much of the problems
stemming from the rising sea-level would be obviated; rather, it may be more a
question of culture—a decadent, pathological culture wanting out and neighbors
to the immediate north willing to help them along to make their wish come true.
In other words, the resolution might be a case of “be careful what you wish
for; you might get it.”