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1974:That's No Lady: Darcelle XV | Ivancie the Terrible
As the nation is gripped by a coast-to-coast trucking strike, arsonists firebomb a North Portland truck depot, setting off a three-alarm blaze and destroying seven trucks before firefighters bring the conflagration under control.
Charles Jordan becomes the first black man ever to sit on the Portland City Council (he is appointed by Mayor Neil Goldschmidt to fill a vacancy). Jordan will be assigned to reforming the Police Bureau after a series of racially divisive shootings. His salary: $24,500.
The Portland Police Bureau hires its first black woman patrol officer, Carmen Sylvester, a 20-year-old divorced mother of four.
Traffic police crack down on teenagers cruising the "circuit" of Southwest Broadway and 6th Avenue, issuing 340 citations the first weekend. Merchants complained of noise, auto fumes and danger to pedestrians.
Portland lawyer Philip Lowthian is arrested outside the Benson Hotel for wearing a President Nixon face mask in violation of an obscure city ordinance forbidding the public use of masks or disguises. DA Harl Haas later drops the charge.
Joseph C. Blumel is appointed president of Portland State University, where he will oversee years of budget cuts and staff cutbacks.
The Portland Trail Blazers draft a 21-year-old center from UCLA by the name of Bill Walton.
In their first season, the Portland Timbers win the North American Soccer League's Pacific Division, drawing an average of 14,503 fans per game to Civic Stadium. The Timbers go on to lose to the Tampa Bay Rowdies in the Soccer Bowl, the league championship. The next year, the Timbers finish next to last in their division but average 20,515 fans per game.
Hang on to your hot tubs--the invasion has begun. Californians are now moving to Oregon at the rate of more than 2,000 a month, according to DMV statistics.
Cub commissioner Charles Jordan lobbies for a citywide ban on jackets and ties during the summer months. "We need to hang loose," Jordan says. "We all get so uptight about mass transit, freeways, solid waste." Predictably, the idea goes nowhere.
Barely a year after abortion was legalized, 12 employees of Lovejoy Specialty Hospital break away to form their own abortion clinic, Westover Community Medical Center. The two clinics account for three out of four abortions performed in Oregon.
Disgusted by Watergate, voters around the country elect reformers to clean up the mess in Washington, D.C. An apple-cheeked lawyer named Les AuCoin becomes the first Democrat since 1892 to represent Oregon's 1st Congressional District. In other political news, Democrat Bob Straub succeeds Republican Tom McCall as governor.
First issue of WW rolls off the press. Its mission: "To redefine print journalism." Among the top stories: the likely effects of Measure 13, an anti-porn bill, on Portland's massage parlors and dirty bookstores. "We don't know what we'll do," says an employee at Peek-A-Rama. "Hell, the people spoke."
THAT'S NO LADY!
BY CARYN B. BROOKS
IVANCIE THE TERRIBLE
BY STEVE FORRESTER
Ivancie assumed power in the time-honored way. After teaching at Rigler School, he became Mayor Terry Schrunk's executive assistant and was appointed to fill the vacancy left by retiring Commissioner Ormond Bean in 1966. With a campaign war chest filled by such backroom power brokers as lawyers Ray Kell and Clifford Alderman and Portland Meadows owner Paul Ail, he was elected to the council in his own right, ran unsuccessfully against Mayor Neil Goldschmidt in 1976 and finally won the mayoral race in 1980.
When he joined the council, Ivancie was in his 40s--a relative youth in what had become a gerontocracy. Commentators described him as the voice of the next generation, even as a bit of a liberal. A native Midwesterner, Ivancie was active in the Democratic Farmer Labor Party of Minnesota in his early 20s and had been exposed to Minneapolis' reform-minded mayor, Hubert Humphrey.
But on matters urban, Ivancie lacked the imagination of a reformer. In a 1976 Willamette Week story, one of Ivancie's assistants expressed his boss' view that "I don't think the city should be involved in social services."
Ivancie's law-and-order leanings first emerged in the battle over Lair Hill Park, an obscure patch of green off of Southwest Barbur Boulevard that had become a beacon for denizens of San Francisco's Haight-Ashbury. At Ivancie's behest, the City Council responded to the hippie gathering with a curfew that was twice struck down as unconstitutional.
But the defining moment in Ivancie's career came when Vietnam War protests filled Portland streets with demonstrators. The Police Bureau's heavy-handed response culminated in a bloody clash between police and college students in the Park Blocks at Portland State University in May 1970. Although Mayor Schrunk gave the order, Ivancie was most closely identified with the police response, and the incident became part of his public persona.
Ivancie was more than just a hippie-hater: He also led the fight against gays and lesbians in city government. "I'm not going to support homos in firehouses," he declared during a 1974 council debate.
It would be a mistake to say that Frank Ivancie offered a vision that differed from Neil Goldschmidt's or Vera Katz's. The truth was, Ivancie did not have a vision of Portland. He was merely the heir to an old-boy network that had run the city for decades, the last in a line of self-generating successors. In those days, public council sessions were strictly pro forma: The real business of the council was done in private, over lunch at the Congress Hotel. If there was a vision in that clubhouse, it was this: Keep business happy and don't make waves.
There were, in fact, two distinct sides to Ivancie's personality. In private, he was smiling, chipper and unfailingly courteous. In public forums, however, he was a bully, mocking the legitimacy of groups that came before the council. (He was also a master of mangled metaphors. During a council meeting, he once said: "You've buttered your bread, now lie in it.")
In the good old days, Ivancie's public side would not have been so sorely tested. But the social ferment of the '70s tested anyone in public office. There was new emphasis on planning, which Ivancie shunned, and on such innovations as community policing, which he scorned.
A relic of the era of backroom deals, Ivancie's reign was decisively cut short in 1984 when voters threw him out in favor of a bar owner named Bud Clark. But thanks to the beneficence of U.S. Sen. Mark Hatfield, Ivancie found a safe haven at the Federal Maritime Commission in Washington, D.C.
History belongs to those who adapt. Portland's politics morphed during the 1970s. The times changed. Ivancie did not.
Former WW managing editor Steve Forrester is now the editor of The Daily Astorian.