James Tyrell Harris, 46, surrendered to police. He is suspected of misappropriating $85,000 in city funds while serving as chairman of his neighborhood council.
by Maeve Reston
October 9, 2009
Police on Thursday arrested James Tyrell Harris, a South Los Angeles community activist and previously convicted felon, on suspicion of misappropriating $85,000 in city funds while serving as chairman of his neighborhood council.
Harris is the fifth neighborhood council member in the city to be charged with a felony for allegedly misusing money over the last two years. The cases have raised questions about how closely officials monitor the 89 volunteer neighborhood councils, each of which is annually given money for supplies and community projects. The amount has historically been $50,000, reduced this year to $45,000.
The funds can be drawn down through a credit card issued to each treasurer or through city checks. The agency that works with neighborhood councils does not require their members to undergo financial background checks.
Harris, who is known for his anti-gang efforts and work with ex-offenders in South Los Angeles, surrendered to police. His bail was set at $1,085,000.
Deputy Dist. Atty. Max Huntsman said Harris, 46, has two previous felony convictions for robbery in Los Angeles in the mid-1980s. With two previous strikes, the maximum sentence if he is convicted could be 25 years to life, but prosecutors are expected to seek substantially less prison time because the alleged crime was not related to violence and the previous strikes are more than two decades old.
Harris’ attorney could not be reached for comment.
Prosecutors allege that while acting as chairman and treasurer of the Empowerment Congress Southwest Area Neighborhood Development Council, Harris bought money orders and made a series of cash withdrawals and credit card purchases that were not authorized.
Huntsman said Harris spent some of the group’s money on travel and to hire his daughter to handle administrative work for the council. City officials expressed concern in a memo to police last year about what they termed “questionable time sheets and excessive payments” for two accounting workers hired through an employment agency. Those payments totaled more than $53,000 between June 2006 and January of this year, accounting reports show.
“The key thing here is that almost none of this stuff seems to be approved,” said Huntsman, who said Harris submitted fraudulent receipts for work that did not appear to have been done. “Any dime he spends must be with board approval.”
Harris has been working at the Community Coalition, a group focused on improving the quality of life in South L.A.
maeve.reston@latimes.com
The above LA TIMES article by Maeve Reston is about the chair of my neighborhood council. I met James Harris 5 years ago at City Hall in Los Angeles when I was there with some neighbors appealing to a judge to prevent a store from obtaining a liquor license. Having lived in a Beverly Hills bubble prior buying a house in South LA, I didn’t even know that there was such a thing as a Neighborhood Council. To my surprise, during the hearing, the board of the Empowerment Congress Southwest Neighborhood Council marched in with photos, data and prepared speeches about the damage an additional liquor store would inflict upon our community. They saved the day!
It would be a few years before I would join the board, but I began attending meetings. It was James Harris who encouraged me to apply for the Community Beautification Grant and it was he who introduced me to Alex Kenefleck and Steve Cancian, who helped me to develop a project would win the grant. James arranged meetings wherein Alex and Steve provided advice and James took his time to sit in on these meetings.
James brought our project to the board and encouraged the board members to vote in favor of offering matching funds, and they did.
Whenever I would attend community meetings, James would be there. As we worked on our beautification project James showed up. He didn’t follow through with everything he’d promised– like youth volunteers and the full amount of money he’d agreed to. When it came time to collect the funds, he reduced the amount to less than half of what he’d initially offered. But he did follow through with a check that covered a significant portion of the project, and for that I was grateful.
From what I could tell, he was sincerely committed to the community. I believe that a part of him WAS. I may be wrong, I know I’ve been naive where he’s concerned, but I sensed that he really did love our community. Somewhere along the way, however, something unraveled and he began to harm the community he’d been committed to helping.
When I received an email from the funding office suggesting that James had misused funds, I emailed back saying that there must be some mistake. The James Harris I knew would not do that. When one of the board members told me James was a crook, I dismissed her claim, too. I just could not bring myself to believe that this man I appreciated and admired had done such a thing. But as time progressed, concrete evidence of his guilt presented itself and I couldn’t remain in denial.
I was not brave enough to ask James about it. I was angry with him, behind his back. I’m sure he knew he’d lost my admiration. I was no longer eager to attend meetings and when I did was not happy to see him and I didn’t pretend to be. I rarely returned his calls unless they had to do with the goals I was pursuing for the community and ultimately, I resigned from the board.
This has been a deeply disappointing experience for me. I had been so excited to make a difference in the community. I volunteered time that I really didn’t have to give, because I thought it was meaningful to do something that would benefit others. But I had to face that James, ultimately, did not value me, or my time, and that I had wasted a lot of it. In my many months on the board, despite my efforts and diligence, I was not able to accomplish one thing. From my perspective, this is, at least in part, due to the fact that James was mercurial in his support. He would tell me to pursue things, and then when I’d get close to succeeding, he would withdraw support.
I’ve come close to accomplishing getting trees planted at Manchester and Western, but I had to resign from the board in order to make that progress. Even after my resignation, however, I was still consulting him, because in order to pay for the maintenance of the trees, I’d need Neighborhood Council funds. On the Friday prior to his arrest, I emailed him to let him know that things were finally happening and I was ready to appeal to the board to allocate the funds to pay a nonprofit for the maintenance of the trees. His first response was, “Can we pick the nonprofit.” There was no congratulations. No acknowledgement of his former stance of being in support of this effort. Later in the weekend he expressed concern for what he believed would be a 5 year commitment and said that the board would not be behind that. The commitment is actually only for 2 years and he answered for the board without asking them. The Neighborhood Council now received $45,000 per year (down from $50,000) for community enhancement. James has, for the past several years, committed $10,000 a year to a neighborhood jazz festival. Just weeks ago he signed off on approval of those funds without the participation of the entire board. This led to the resignation of the treasurer. Astounding that he would speak for the whole board, telling me that they would not agree to the tree maintenance when he didn’t even know how long the commitment was for and he didn’t know what the cost would be. It would be significantly less than the yearly jazz festival expense.
One of the things that I’d tried to do for the community while on the board, was bring a screening of a documentary film called “The Pact,” to our youth. The film was directed by a colleague of mine, Andrea Kalin, and it’s based on a book with the same title. It’s about 3 men who grew up in poverty in Newark, New Jersey, who made a pact to support one another in to do well in high school, get into college and to go on to medical school and ultimately become doctors. They succeeded and now they spend some of their time motivating kids to pursue education as a way out of poverty rather than putting their dreams in becoming rappers or professional ball players.
Because I knew the director and producer of the film, I was able to contact her directly and ask about how we could bring a screening here. James acted like he was eager to do it. He gave me dates and asked me to make the arrangements. I did. He changed the dates without telling me, and didn’t follow through on the new dates he’d chosen. After he asked me to forward the contract from Andrea Kalin’s office, he never followed through. He sabotaged my efforts and compromised my relationship with a valued colleague. We never got the screening. It would have cost less than $2,000 to do it and I believe it would have been a blessing to South LA teens, but it was not to be.
I’m sad for James. I don’t know what took place in his mind and heart to cause him to make such bad choices, to steal from the community that depended on him, believed in him and admired him. I’m angry and disappointed. I won’t remain angry for long, though, because that won’t benefit me or anyone else. Not sure I can recover as quickly from being disappointed, but I will not remain in judgement despite feeling so let down. Human beings are complicated and imperfect and if they could do better, they would. It’s taken me years to recover from refusing to forgive the past, so rather than hold onto my anger I will try to find compassion.
I believe that somehow things are always progressing for the good, even when that appears not to be the case. Sometimes, there’s destruction, but when we look back, years later, at the terrible thing that took place, we can find value in them because they led to new beginnings. Sometimes things get so bad that they must completely fall apart before we can rebuild. Here’s hoping my community mourns its loss and recovers, and that our next incarnation is better than the last.