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Ram <strong>Galindo</strong> THE MAKING OF AN AMERICAN Page 122<br />

My insertion above of 1999 to 2002 happenings in Bryan in the midst of a historical<br />

recollection serves also to help me shine some light on the little exposed issue of<br />

property tax-revenue allocation. In rough numbers, since its annexation in 1981, the City<br />

of Bryan alone has extracted more than fourteen million dollars from property owners in<br />

the area of my developments. When a train takes its maximum fifteen minutes allowed<br />

by ordinance to block our thoroughfare entrance street, a house could burn down, a<br />

heart attack victim could die for lack of an ambulance, a mother in labor could miss the<br />

hospital and/or a robbery could be consummated. <strong>The</strong> city has no stations on our side<br />

of the tracks to provide these services. It is failing in its charter obligation to do so in<br />

return for the taxes it levies. Even if it did, the cost of supplying them is only a fraction of<br />

the property taxes collected. Until the year 2000, the balance of these revenues have<br />

gone into the city’s general fund and used by its handlers to serve and improve other<br />

parts of town with capital investments, usually as local contributions to secure other<br />

funds. This situation has a strong smell of effete neo-colonialism.<br />

<strong>The</strong> lack of awareness among the public about the power of the leadership to<br />

redistribute funds at its whim is a major problem. If only a few are aware of this privilege<br />

and they have the power to affect the decision, they can benefit their favorite<br />

neighborhoods at the expense of others, as happened in Bryan. I am sure the example<br />

of my own experience is not unique. An amelioration of this situation, I believe, derives<br />

from having borough representation in city councils. In this manner, every part of town<br />

has its own watchdog and the possibility of large abuses by one borough over another<br />

is diminished. In my opinion however, a city would still need peacemakers and overall<br />

spokesmen. Thus I think a combination of a majority of precinct with a minority of atlarge<br />

councilmen and mayor is a good solution. My thanks for this improvement to<br />

democratic representation go to the Federal Voting Rights Act, courtesy of a Democratic<br />

administration. <strong>The</strong> 1999 golf course initiative for my side of town came about only after<br />

Bryan’s adoption of this type of government representation in 1995.<br />

While today, due to diversified interests, I am more an observer than a committed player<br />

in the happenings of Bryan, twenty-five years ago I was scrambling to win every little<br />

local battle that faced me, and I needed all the help I could get. In 1978, Joe Elliott left<br />

his aerospace job in California once more and came back to Texas to help me found the<br />

domestic branch of CGL and to accelerate our development pace. When my brother<br />

Chris returned to Texas in January 1979, he took over the engineering company and<br />

brilliantly tested for his professional engineer and land surveyor’s licenses, even though<br />

his academic training and early professional experience had been in petroleum<br />

engineering. He later formed his own company known as <strong>Galindo</strong> Engineers and<br />

Planners and supplied much of the subsequent engineering services that my<br />

developments required.<br />

But all was not negative; I was fortunate to have a few supporters and allies in my local<br />

battles. One of them was very powerful. Ford D. Albritton was at the time the most<br />

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