Hometown Hero: Kesha Ram, Member, Vermont House of Representatives

Montpelier, Vermont. “I remember walking with my grandmother, who lived with us, to the Big Blue bus stop on 14^th and Montana. We took the bus to Douglas Park with its pond and swings. On Saturday, if there was a show for kids, we walked to the Aero.”

Now Kesha serves in the Vermont legislature. “Half of the eight thousand registered voters in my district are between 18 and 25. I feel strongly about involving young voters and I feel I know and understand what the community needs. Also, being at the bottom of the ticket, when Obama was at the top, definitely helped.”

Winning meant a seat in Vermont’s 150 member House of Representatives. Pay is $10,000/year. They are in session five months of the year. “Because it takes some personal sacrifice, only people who really want to serve run for office. Vermonters wouldn’t have it any other way, they feel strongly about direct democracy.”

The other seven months of the year Kesha works as a legal advocate at “Women Helping Women”, a domestic violence non-profit. “It’s wonderful work and it’s enough salary for me right now.”

Kesha got her start in public service in her first grade class at Roosevelt Elementary in Santa Monica. She was a proficient reader and her teacher asked her to work with the students who needed help because English was their second language. “She knew that my father had immigrated from India to study engineering at UCLA and that made her think I would be sympathetic to the immigrant children. I loved helping them. I loved how it made me feel.”

Kesha joined the choir in 4^th grade and stayed in the choir all the way through her years at Lincoln Middle School and at SAMOHI. She never missed a Stairway to the Stars. She was the Environmental Affairs Coordinator on SAMOHI Student Government and worked with the PTA to start the school recycling program.

Graduating in 2004 from SAMOHI in a class of 1200 students she wanted a new experience and so applied to colleges in Alaska, Canada and New England. “The good news for me is that these schools were all interested in having a young, woman of color from California in their school. I chose University of Vermont (UVM, Founded 1791). I felt I could be the person I wanted to be there and they gave me a full scholarship.”

She took her Santa Monica values with her to Vermont; first as a freshman activist, then as a member of student government in her sophomore, junior and senior years. “Student government had lots of slots for class representatives and so it wasn’t overly hard to be elected. “

In 2006 then Sen. Obama came to UVM to give a speech in support of Bernie Saunders in his bid for the US Senate. “They asked me to introduce Obama as everyone else on the dais was going to be male and they wanted to have a female student leader on the dais.”

In her senior year, she ran for student body president. “It was a seven-way race. Other candidates put their energy into fliers and signs. I put my energy into making personal contacts. I would stand on campus and stop every tenth student to introduce myself and ask them about their experience at UVM. I won that election and was the first person of color and the seventh woman to be student body president.”

Kesha graduated UVM in 2008 with a BA in political science and a BS in natural resource planning after four years of study and student activism.

In the Vermont Legislature she is sponsoring a green jobs amendment to the Economic Development Omnibus Bill and is working to get the Abenaki Tribe officially recognized so they can label crafts as authentic products of the Tribe and can also seek Federal Grants.

Her roots are in Santa Monica going back, through her mother to the rich, cultural and political heritage of the Jewish community of Eastern Europe; through her father to the democratic movements of India; and through her Great, Great Grandfather, Sir Gunga Ram who was the Chief Engineer of India. He is remembered as a philanthropist who built schools for girls and who built hydroelectric dams at a time when India was in desperate need of infrastructure.

“Since my first elected office as Student Council President at Roosevelt (5^th grade) I’ve always had a passion for politics. There are no term limits in Vermont, so I will seek reelection in 2010 and then, we’ll see. At age 23, I’m so very happy to be where I am and to see where it takes me. It’s an exciting feeling. Who knew that a 23-year-old young woman from Santa Monica could be elected to the Vermont House. Yet, here I am. And if I can, so can you.”

What Say You: The Stone Whisperer

The stone whisperer is what Vermonters call Hiram. A Vermonter descended from the Abenaki, an Algonquin tribe, he taught himself to build the stonewalls that make him so respected in this community. “The hardest part is letting the rocks be what they are, because they’re not going to fit the way we want them, they’re going to fit the way they want. It took me a long time to learn that.”

If the stonewalls are the iconic image of old Vermont, wifi is still in its future. There is definitely no wifi in my cabin at High Lake (and no phone and no cell phone reception). However, the beautiful, historic Morrill Memorial Library is in Strafford, a few miles away, through forests of oak, maple and birch and past open meadows with grazing horses, and all Vermont libraries have wifi.

With no Vermont address, no Vermont phone number and no one to vouch for me, the librarian loaned me the “Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society”. It was a perfect book to read on the screen porch overlooking High Lake.

On the way to the library is Rose’s farm stand. I’d want to go in, but no one would be there. One day I saw people inside, went in, introduced myself, and said how glad I was they were open.

“Open, what do you mean?” asked Rose. She then told me the door to the screen porch was always open. I should help myself to whatever fruits, veggies, home made pies and whatever else I wanted and leave my money on the table. Are you in shock yet?

When I returned to the library to check email again and to return the book, there was a small group of people sitting around the fireplace. Looking at the gray and white haired men and women I thought, at first, they were all elderly. They were discussing “The Reader”, a book I had read, and I shamelessly eavesdropped. There was a white haired man who well remembered WWII and there were people many years younger with gray and white hair. Vermonters, at least in this part of Vermont, don’t color their hair no matter what age they are when they go gray. I stopped thinking about hair and dual-tasked, answering email and paying attention to their comments on the book. When they were leaving I confessed my eavesdropping and told them I had learned a lot from listening to them. They protested that I should have joined them and invited me to their next meeting.

I miss Santa Monica, my friends, my neighbors, the beach, everything that’s fun and interesting and great about Santa Monica. But it wasn’t that long ago that Santa Monica was so much easier to navigate than it is now. We had fewer rules and, even though it’s hard to believe, we had more people, yet we had less traffic.

I know we can’t make Santa Monica into rural Vermont. Nor do I want that. But I wonder if we couldn’t reclaim some of the personal, some of the helpfulness that we seem to have discarded when we made the hyperspace leap to hip and cool. Those are the kind of thoughts you have when you spend two weeks in the quiet of the forest on a lake with water clean enough to drink.

It’s early morning. The mist is clearing. The ducks are still here, and the herons, and the hawks. For any of you who wonder whether this is time travelling or vacationing, the next ‘What Say You’ will have a Santa Monica byline.