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Now, can the city's fire stations once again be the homes of heroes?

September 25, 2007|Sandy Banks

As a taxpayer, I don't find much to celebrate in the new-and-improved settlement of the hazing lawsuit in the dog food case of Los Angeles firefighter Tennie Pierce.

For all the crowing by politicians at Friday's settlement announcement, the city's tab is actually expected to exceed the previous $2.7-million offer to Pierce, which generated a firestorm of public outrage last fall when it was approved -- then vetoed by the mayor and rescinded.

This time, Pierce gets less money and the lawyers get more. And the rest of us lose a chance to find out, through a public trial, how much like frat houses our city's fire stations really are.

City officials say the settlement -- about $1.5 million for Pierce and $1.3 million for the city's outside lawyers -- reflects the possibility that a jury might have awarded Pierce much more. It also spares the city the ugly and divisive spectacle of a trial that would have embarrassed a department long considered one of the nation's best.

The antics of some firefighters -- and the department's failure to rein them in -- have cost the city $13.5 million in legal payouts during the last year, including $6.2 million to a black lesbian firefighter whose mouthwash bottle was filled with urine in a station-house prank, more than $2 million to two white male firefighters who were retaliated against for going to her defense, and $320,000 to a female firefighter sexually harassed by her male captain.

The Pierce lawsuit shook loose dozens of photos depicting firefighters -- including Pierce -- engaging in shenanigans, including smearing what looks like mustard on the body of a fireman tied to a chair and pretending to shave another's private parts.

I had hoped a trial would help answer a nagging question:

What's with a bunch of grown men -- highly trained professionals, life-saving heroes who can make more than $100,000 a year -- getting their kicks making prank phone calls; dousing one another with buckets of water; ridiculing blacks, Jews, gays, women . . . and calling it old-fashioned, macho fun?

I was hoping for an answer on Saturday when I met with the city's new fire chief, Doug Barry, over breakfast at his neighborhood Denny's in Lakewood. It turns out Barry doesn't get the humor either.

In his 32 years in the department, Barry never cared much for the raucous firehouse culture. He loved fighting fires, treating the ill and injured, handling dangerous emergency calls, he said. But the "horseplay," as he calls it? "It didn't look like much fun to me at all."

He said he made a habit of walking away rather than participating in even good-natured pranks. It doesn't seem to have hurt his standing with fellow firefighters or slowed his rise through department ranks.

What hurts him now, he said, is the black eye the department has suffered because of the perception that the conduct in some fire stations makes "Animal House" look like a debutante ball. "It's very embarrassing to me," he said. "It speaks poorly of us."

Barry didn't grow up dreaming of being a firefighter. He was working for the county coroner's office when he glimpsed a late-night television commercial soliciting firefighter recruits. It seemed more appealing than following his brother into the Los Angeles Police Department.

In 1975 -- with the department under a federal consent decree requiring half of new recruits to be minorities -- Barry became one of a handful of black firefighters on a force whose fire stations had been segregated just 20 years before.

With straight-faced sincerity, Barry told me he has never faced discrimination on the job. I suspect that says more about his outlook on life than about the specifics of his years as a firefighter.

His truck driver father taught him three things, he said. Work hard. Treat people the way you'd like to be treated. And don't expect the world to be fair.

For all the headlines last week suggesting Barry's appointment as the city's first black fire chief was a concession to diversity, I find when I'm sitting across from him that his race hardly registers at all with me.

I'm struck by a sort of colorlessness in his manner, his speech, his sensitivities -- so much so that I am almost embarrassed to ask him a question I know some are raising privately.

Does he worry about being seen as a token?

His voice doesn't change, his face betrays no sense of insult or indignity. "I don't feel that way," he said. "People may think that way. But if I'm good at what I do, I'll dispel that notion over time."

His confidence seems at odds with history. Barry had a front-row seat as his last two predecessors fell, both chiefs dispatched by hazing scandals that they failed to quell.

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