favorite movie

Based on the number of times she watched it, I’d say Kay’s favorite movie was Broadcast News, from the late 80s.  Kay completely identified with Holly Hunter, who plays a network TV news manager, constantly juggling the insane demands of her job, both capably, ethically, and with humor.  I note two things:

After navigating a harrowing encounter, Holly stole away for a moment, closed the door to her office, sat down, and cried.  Just for a moment.  Then dried her eyes, opened the door, and got back in the driver’s seat.  The task of fulfilling everyone’s needs, while keeping the bus moving forward, was taxing.  But an emotional display would distract people, so she kept the price she paid private.  Even from me, usually.

Second: there’s an exchange in which William Hurt says “It must be nice to always think you’re the smartest person in the room.”  To which Holly Hunter replies “No.  It’s awful.”  Kay always nodded at that line.

Author:
Bruce Hoeft
Connected:
partner

A Poem for Kay

In Memory of Kay     5-22-22

In my eyes so short-sighted
you were always a granola kid
and from granola we all came
all of us, and one day to granola
we’ll all return to that dust bowl
once filled with daring youth
now with hope that soon we’ll meet
in a heaven filled with toasted oats and nuts
and raisins and reasons to be content
with this place we called our home.

Oh, we wrecked some bad plans together, Kay,
you and the rest of our Greenpeace Pea Pod
stopped those big oil tankers from filling their bellies with crude
and spilling their guts on our once happy Orca trails
and ruining our mighty salmon runs
beyond repair on a Sound turned silent.

Then there’s that day when we took on the Japanese embassy
driving like errant children to a mad hatter’s party
in my decorative ’64 Plymouth Valiant station wagon
when the front hood buckled against my windshield during rush hour
and what a rush that was
as I pulled onto the shoulder to retie the hood
with spare wire and rope and more hope than any of us
could spare.

Or remember that day we brought arms full of balloons
filled with helium to fill the Canadian embassy with our selves.
I still wonder what the Canucks did with all of that
yellow and blue and green flotsam that bobbed around their office ceilings and walls.

I remember the day we both joined the Cause
your first task was to design a button board
mine to sell the buttons at a dollar in the bars.
From button board designs to board of directors
you grew so fast and tall it surprised us all!
Yet to me, you’ll always be that granola kid
who played guitar and sang whale songs
so many years ago in the far away land of youth.

Yet, Kay, all memories aside,
this is your memorial
and our time to reflect.
But who are we to question why
we live awhile and then we die?
Our spirits go off somewhere perhaps
for a well-earned break or nap before returning.
I wonder when and what form you’ll take
a windblown sailor in some storm’s wake
battling against another rusty Goliath
weaving circles around the old coast guard,
or in your garden planting dahlias
where knobby bulbs set deep in soil
turn into wondrous powers of flowers
that last forever days in granola hours.

Author:
Alfredo Quarto
Connected:
from 7 years with Greenpeace Seattle from 1977-1984

Kay changed my life and was my greatest teacher

Kay Treakle changed my life and helped define my approach to activism. She was my mentor, my boss and eventually my good friend. I think about her all the time, I miss her, and I still find myself wanting her sage advice.
I first connected with her in the late-1990s. I was a 20-something working for Oxfam International in Maputo, Mozambique, where I was helping local organizations to challenge the role of the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund.
Kay already had decades of experience under her belt, including time on the ships and zodiacs that defined the early-days of Greenpeace. But in the late-90s she was in Washington, D.C., at an environmental organization called the Bank Information Centre.
I reached out to her and she eventually came down to Maputo to do a training for us on the inner workings of the World Bank.

One night while she was in Maputo she looked over at me and, completly out of the blue, said: “Why don’t you come to Washington and help us start an Africa program?”

I don’t remember what I said to her, but less than two years later I pulled into D.C. and proceeded to work for her for the next four years.

During my time in Washington she gave me all the space I needed to make my own mistakes and all the support I needed to thrive. She was  always there for me but never took any of my shit.
I’m blessed to have learnt from a lot of great activists over the course of my life, but I hear her voice more than anyone:
– When I’m outraged and want to rush into a situation filled with righteous indignation I can hear her say: “you have to have the charts and graphs to back you up!!!”.
– When I get too focused on the urgency and importance of any one political arena, country, or opportunity, I hear her talking about solidarity and the importance of working to the needs of your partners.
– As an Executive Director, when I get too focused on building the organization that I’m immediately responsible for, I can hear her telling me that we need to be building a movement not an organization (we are are stronger together).
– When I’m worried that something is going to disrupt a delicate political relationship that I’ve built, I picture her on a zodiac in front of massive whaling ship and I’m reminded of the importance of symbolism, civil disobedience and direct action.
– And every time I try to sell a particular strategy as “the one and true way to make change”, I hear her reminding me that movements are like ecosystems (it takes a village) and change-making is about attacking a problem “with spears from all sides”.
There is no doubt that Kay had an edge (though she hid it better than I’ve ever been able to when dealing with troglodytes). You could tell that she was pissed-off about the social and environmental injustices that define our world. She was tough as nails, did not always suffer fools gladly and cursed like a sailor behind the scenes. But she  had a Socratic approach to conversations (she always helped me think through an issue by drawing me out) and her edge always manifested as an unapologetic insistence on clear strategic thinking (she could help you turn your anger into a theory of change and strategy – and man did she ever love a clear and tight strategy, I’ve never met a better campaign strategist).
Finally, I remember her cackle. She loved to laugh and it came out of her like it was suddenly breaking through a dam. It kind of exploded and then lingered in a big smile that had a way of making you feel happy (even proud) that you’d somehow managed to make her laugh. Among many other things, Kay had a healthy appreciation for the absurd – which is one of the many reasons we got along so well.
Thanks Kay. I’ll be looking for you on the other side
Author:
Graham Saul
Connected:
I worked for her and she was my friend

My first memory of Kay

My first vivid memory of Kay was from my first days in my Greenpeace career that later spanned 13 years ending up as Director of the global toxics campaign for Greenpeace International in Amsterdam.

It was 1985 and I was an aspiring film maker in Eugene, Oregon who refused to make it big in Los Angeles.  But I did concede to go to the big bad City of Seattle to seek my film fortunes.  My girlfriend, Kit, came with me and between us we had many a dubious job to pay the rent on our West Seattle bungalow.  Somehow one day she learned that a buck could be made canvassing for Greenpeace Northwest.  I tried it.  I was good at it.  I was already a hardcore environmentalist from my early days growing up in LA — even doing my own direct actions when, as a 12 year old,  I used to pull out the surveyor stakes to slow down the hill raping developments near my San Fernando Valley home.

Canvassing was fun.  You could work at night, leaving the days free, summer nights would find us  skinny-dipping in Lake Union afterwards.  I was good at canvassing and could make a living at it, but I became increasingly intrigued with the campaigns at Greenpeace.  And for some reason I was drawn to the new anti-pollution campaigns being organized by Jon Hinck.  But before I became the Toxics Campaigner of Greenpeace Northwest, and began to forget my cinematic dreams, I became Greenpeace Northwest’s Canvass coordinator. It was Kay who hired me following an “all-thumbs-up” consensus decision of the steering committee.  I was very grateful for her trust in me and was taken by her “no nonsense style”.

That summer I hired a certain very tall, blond and charming canvasser from California.  I will call him Edwin because that was certainly not his name.  Before long we began to detect a concerning trend where Edwin would be late to the pick-up point and come back on those nights with very few collected funds. Him being late kept all of us back and was highly annoying.   He would say, “sorry I got to talking with a lady.”   It was not long after that, that I fielded a complaint from somebody Edwin had “canvassed”.  She accused him of “inappropriate aggressive womanizing.”  What I had earlier guessed became clear — his approaches to ladies and the resulting delays went far beyond “talking”.   I confronted him about it and he told me it was none of my business if he had conversations with women on the beat and as we paid by commission it was not a problem if he did not make money any given night.

Now this was way back in the mid 80s, years before the paradigm shifting “me too” movement, but it was obvious to me that Edwin was a not only a walking time-bomb for some woman out there, but also for Greenpeace Northwest, which I was becoming very fond of.  I told him that since it was clear he was not willing to change his ways, he was done and he could turn in his clipboard.

Of course, it’s never that simple and very soon Edwin had rallied a rebellion among my troops, my former canvass mates, most of them took on his cause making the case that the new boss role had gone to my head and I was accused of unfair termination. It was embarrassing but I was forced to defend my hiring/firing decision before the Steering Committee, and the canvassers lined up to testify, with Kay presiding.  For a newbie to the organization it felt like a big deal.  And, with a progressive group like Greenpeace, there was a good chance I would be found in the wrong.

First the canvassers brought forth their signed statement and each one stated in turn that I had overstepped and wrongfully terminated Edwin without due process.  Next it was my turn.  I was nervous.  So I recall very softly explaining the decision I made and the how I had arrived at it.  Edwin was not repentant and I felt he represented too high a risk.  If a sexual harrassment scandal or lawsuit were to rock the office in a town like Seattle I believed it would be just a bit of a problem.  The Steering Committee heard both sides out and then after a pause Kay looked around the room and then took the floor.

“Thank God we hired you,” she said.  “You did absolutely the right and intelligent thing and likely saved us from a lot of shit.  We in the office don’t really know what goes on out there in the canvass but now we can have faith that our door-to-door representatives are good ambassadors to our cause.”  The rest of the steering committee roundly concurred, and I was a momentary hero with a tiny tear in my eye, rather than a mean, callous manager.

I had many other dealings and discussions with Kay over the years that followed, until we lost her.  Lost her to toxic pollution.  In my work I like to think I am defending Kay among others, as I am still working on toxic pollution.  Her advice was always good advice, always helpful, her way was always cutting straight to the chase, egoless, unafraid, always calling out the BS in everything, suffering no fools, but always willing to suffer for the good — in people and mother earth.  We all miss her.

Author:
Jim Puckett
Connected:
Greenpeace Northwest

Kay My Mentor

Kay My Mentor

David Batker

Kay Treakle, my mentor, and I met decades ago in DC. For two years I could not write about Kay because I’d open my computer and be overwhelmed by tears. Kay, my dear friend, I miss her dearly. When we met all years before we talked up a storm full of energy, swearing, laughter and campaign strategy.

I’d worked at the World Bank and then with Greenpeace in Seattle. Bill Keller told me there was a job in DC that I should look at. I got the job, probably because I knew the World Bank well enough, and I moved to DC. Stunningly, the person who hired me was from Tacoma, and she had pioneered the Greenpeace work on the world Bank! Kay began with deadly pesticides banned in Europe and the US that the World Bank was promoting in Asia, Africa and Latin America.

Kay grew up in Ruston, enclave carved out by seceding from Tacoma because the copper smelter owners did not want to abide by Tacoma’s rudimentary 1911 pollution restrictions. Mr. Ruston, owner and Manager of the copper smelter sponsored the effort and 1 square mile was chopped out of Tacoma to create the city humbly named: Ruston. I grew up in Parkland, about 9 miles South of Kay’s childhood house. Prior to meeting, we’d gone to the Java Jive, Hobo Inn, Harvester, Point Defiance. We had Tacoma in common but rather instantly upon meeting struck up up a very dear friendship for decades.

She constantly coached me on campaign strategy and work, throughout our friendship. Our work also overlapped for decades. In Greenpeace I was the a full-time hire working on World Bank reform, and collaborated with Kay, the Bank Information Center and about 300 non-profits globally. Strengthening that movement was a passion for Kay.

We collaborated on hundreds of projects and many policies worldwide. Kay moved to be Bank Information Center (BIC) Executive Director. After many (but not enough) reforms at the World Bank I moved to the Philippines, home of the Asian Development Bank, another multilateral development bank (MDB) and also helped get the Philippine Greenpeace office off the ground.

Typically, this work involved stopping catastrophic projects, such as transmigration in Brazil and Indonesia, large dams, like Narmada, where 350,000 people were displaced with no compensation, or Yacarita, which involved massive corruption. Project disasters were used to very reasonably leverage policy change at the MDBs to stop continued failed lending. Thus, new World Bank policies while Kay worked on the banks included: forest policy (which banned logging of old growth); indigenous peoples’ policy which required informing and later consent; energy policy (requiring more renewable and efficiency lending); fisheries policy; Inspection Panel (to allow challenges to flawed projects); climate and biodiversity policy and many more. The incentive structure at all the MDBs needed to be changed. Promotions were based on how much money a task manager at the World Bank pushed out the door, and not on the value or quality of the outcomes of that lending. I leaned so much about campaign work, institutions and change from Kay.

One of the earliest and most important policy changes was the information policy. Prior to that, the World Bank could approve projects with 8 days notice, and no notice in the country or communities impacted. So communities would have no warning prior to project approval. That information policy change and increased notice was transformative in giving local communities some information and time to raise objections to ill-planned, corrupt and outright damaging projects. The initial policy change provided communities with a year notice, and then two-years of notice. That enabled an opening for real dialogue. The work was very challenging. We were both “inside” and “outside” players. We’d meet with Executive Directors and staff, and conduct Greenpeace actions and protests. Some of our DC collegues felt this could not be done. Yet, Kay was right, absolutely we could be blocking the entrance of the IDB with a pile of dirt, rainforest plants and animals and then walk in and meet with the IDB Executive Directors about the forest policy. Often, the actions gave us greater access. Fundamental to our work was not being cowboys and cowgirls riding in alone to make change, instead, we worked with environmentalists and activists from the countries impacted and supported their positions on forests and indigenous peoples’ rights, and thus built trust and life-long friendships many activists from Asia, Africa, Easter Europe, and Latin America.

At times this took a tremendous amount of trust and careful work, because our friends were under threat of arrest or much worse. Their safety was critically important to our work. We had many contacts in the World Bank. I remember being notified that 20 copies of one document had been produced, each with different typos so the Bank could track who’s hand was the source of leaked documents. Other times were also amazingly rewarding as when indigenous people in Thailand tied a bracelet around a World Bank Executive Director’s wrist and asked her to stop Pak Mun Dam. She was moved by that. That project had the first split vote of the Executive Directors and though it was funded marked a watershed where projects could be stopped.

At another protest where we blocked the entrance to the World Bank Annual meeting with a giant dam with activists chained into concrete barrels “Damn Narmada Dam.” The German World Bank Executive Director came out furious and I simply asked him if he’d ever talked to a person from the Narmada Valley, he said “no” so as protesters and actions proceeded I introduced him to our friend Shripad from Narmada. They talked and after a while I came back and asked the German Executive Director what he thought and he was curt: “I now understand why you are here.” He voted against any further funding of the project.

Perhaps one of the greatest lessons from Kay was her belief in non-violent disobedience and though she often sounded cynical about progress and what was happening, she also marked out and celebrated victories that were real for communities and policy changes.

Many times our job was to simply get information out to communities, and have World Bank staff and management talk to affected people so their voices could be heard directly.

There are several ways in which the MDBs impact nations: project lending, sector lending (like reforming the energy sector), intermediary lending (via national banks), privatization, structural adjustment and more. We worked on aspects of all of these policies. We worked on forest, marine, climate, ozone depleting CFCs, indigenous peoples’ rights, toxics, and the list is far longer. It was a period of many 16-hour days because we were working with BIC and getting information to so many affected communities and activists globally.

Another of Kay’s stellar lessons was there is no one that we cannot meet with and talk to as an equal. I felt the way Kay met and confronted the powerful, it really reflected her working class and Tacoma background.

While there Laurence Summers, then World Bank Chief Economist, later U.S. Treasury Secretary issued his famous export of toxic waste memo that we spread around the world and several times confronted him in person while at World Bank and at the US Treasury Dept. There is a lot written about that dramatic work. But with Kay we produced a 4’X3’ poster of Summer’s memo in full and wheat pasted it all over the World Bank and downtown DC, which was a real blast and got a stunning amount of attention by World Bank Staff who walked by them on the way to work.

Many people were really moved by this work, and came to join it from many campaign areas of Greenpeace, and many excellent people from NGOs came to strengthen Greenpeace, sometimes on leave from their organization to Greenpeace or switching jobs. Dewi Suralaga, Von Hernandez, Athina Ronquillo and many others.

Kay helped train at least thousands of people for campaigning on the World Bank, MDBs and banks in general. Kay helped create the movement, and with many others inside Greenpeace and certainly thousands of activists from other NGOs also worked to change projects and policies at the US Export-Import Bank, 35 other national export import agencies, other MDBs, bilateral agencies and such. Kay, left Greenpeace to be Executive Director of the Bank Information Center. I collaborated with her there as well conducting workshops and trainings in many countries where activists had protested but never walked into a bank to make change.

Kay then went to the C.S. Mott Foundation. Jim Puckett, I, Annie Leonard founded the Asia-Pacific Environmental Exchange in Seattle. Kay was our second funder, and APEX then split into the Basel Action Network (Jim Puckett, ED) and Earth Economics that I founded and ran for 21 years. Kay gave the organizations support and advice as she did to hundreds of organizations an with that start they thrived. I moved Earth Economics to Tacoma.

Kay called me and said she and Bruce wanted to move to Tacoma. I gave a recommendation for her, and Dell from the Harder Foundation called me. “Why would anyone at the C.S. Mott Foundation want to work for a small Tacoma-based foundation?” he asked. I can remember telling him Kay is not about large foundation, big money, fame or anything but results, and that Harder had the opportunity of the century to hire her. I was so happy when Kay and Bruce moved to Tacoma, it was as if my sister moved home.

Kay in the foundation meetings, would regularly have a bit of a tempest, swearing up a storm. I wildly loved this because it did shake some people up. The remarkable thing about Kay’s swearing was she did not swear with malice or to intimidate people.

Typically, across the decades, Kay and I met to eat and talk. How many times, I could not estimate. We met for breakfast, lunch or dinner. In DC we ate Laksa at a favorite Malaysian Restaurant. If breakfast in Tacoma, it was the Hob Nob Café off Write Park, the Harvester at lunch (both of which we’d eaten at when we were kids!) and then we explored loads of other restaurants in Tacoma. We also met and would have to go out to laugh and chat at many international campaign meetings in Brazil, Amsterdam, Bangkok or at funders’ network meetings. I always learned something from Kay and she was never shy about telling me if I screwed up on some campaign action or if I did well!  We talked about campaigns, NGOs, foundations, people in our work, and so much.

Well, there are so many stories, cannot write about them and so I’ll end here. Kay was my mentor, she helped for my life’s work and was always honest, kind, sometimes sharp, but always without self-interest and hell-bent on doing good for our world.

 

 

Author:
David Batker
Connected:
From Greenpeace, BIC and Harder Foundation, we were dear friends for decades.

My Guru

I was the Director of PRISMA, a regional research organization based in El Salvador, working throughout Central America on the interface of environmental and development issues in the postwar -mostly rural- context of the region.  The opportunities for change seemed enormous with the Sandinistas in Nicaragua (1st government), El Salvador with the left as a real political party, and Guatemala finally ending its decades long and treacherous warfare.

During that period in the 90’s, I was looking for someone to work with who could help local NGO’s – like us (PRISMA) add a layer of pressure for social change on the enormous amount and weight of international finance that was descending on our region.  We needed a guide on how and what to do that was relevant and feasible, for real social change.    I went in search of someone knowledgeable about how the Banks worked at the same time hopeful that there was a way to influence them, and savvy enough to know to do this.  Kay turned out to be that person, from her perch as the Director at the Bank Information Center.

What struck me about Kay, from day one, and for the rest of the years we shared an eventful friendship, was not only her savvy proposals on how to work the banks, but also her demeanor and particular sense of social commitment. Kay carried herself with a slightly boyish style, a carefree sense of how she looked without abandon, while she constantly focused on what was the essential task at hand. She wasn’t being compulsive, just efficacious. Eventually, when we became neighbors in her other Tacoma, Washington, (DC) I found this to be true whether it was working on the banks, making bread or pesto.

She was truly one of my gurus, a humble one who repelled praise, through humor, but that was to be taken seriously.  She didn’t like to be admonished, at least not in public, and made one feel as though it was a waste of time.  No-bullshit would be too strong, but Kay didn’t mess with the irrelevant stuff. Figuring out together what was relevant was major for me.

Different from many of my other ‘gringo’ friends, her notion of social commitment was not a job, a Monday through Friday affair.  Kay had a sharp, deeply grounded working-class perspective on what she did and on life in general, and a sense of commitment to social change that was engrained in her personality.  It didn’t matter that we hadn’t shared all those years of struggle during the wars in Central America, the task now was different, and she was there to help, to guide.  She quickly let me know when and where we were wasting time, and where to turn.

Few colleagues I have known along my own life journey had the vision and capacity to get ‘the big picture’ about how the world of development finance really worked, and at the same time had an engrained notion of what detail, local impact, smaller trends were important to learn, know and transmit to this world of global finance institutions and individuals.  And, she was willing to go where needed to get just that information, hand-in-hand with the local organizations.  This was a superbly rare ‘find’ in the world of Washington, DC.

We hit it off immediately, enjoyed each other (and eventually our families) and worked together over many years, going way beyond what I had needed for PRISMA.  Kay ‘took my hand’ and led me to another level of knowledge and performance in the constant struggle to thwart the demonical actions of extractive capital, to hold the spending institutions ‘feet to the fire,’ and to learn how to ‘speak truth to power.’

As neighbors we enjoyed beer-enhanced BBQ’s with our families, never short of reasons to criticize and laugh at the world around us.  As Mom’s we shared our concerns for the future of our kids. We mused together on whether the US would ever get straightened out on the environment, and what it really meant to tackle Climate Change from ground-up and top-down.  When she eventually moved back to her other Tacoma, Washington and I went back to El Salvador, I found myself consulting her on an issue here and there.  Partly because I needed her savvy advise, and partly because I just missed her.  I still do.

 

Author:
Deborah Barry
Connected:
She had my back in confronting the banks