Opinion: Stop empowering predators like Foppoli
On the surface, Dominic Foppoli and I have a lot in common. We both grew up and attended private high schools in Sonoma County. We both owe much of our success to experience in family business. We both spent time in Active 20-30. We both have made attempts to influence the future of Sonoma County. We both have been molded and impacted by rape culture.
But within each of these similarities lives a contradiction. I attended Sonoma Academy, a co-ed liberal arts prep, as an outsider on scholarship. He attended Cardinal Newman, an all-boys Catholic school. My lesbian parents sent me to private school because Sonoma County public schools were failing to protect LGBTQIA+ students, and I was likely to be bullied for having two moms. Foppoli, as a straight white Catholic man attending a Catholic high school, did not have to face such challenges. My familyās businesses were true mom and pop shops, while his are Wine Country institutions. I have made attempts to influence the future of Sonoma County as an advocate for myself and others from marginalized communities; Dominic has long represented a symbol of why we organize. The mere fact that people from marginalized communities must work with powerful men like Foppoli we know would do us physical harm in and of itself is a form of oppression. And thatās what it was like for me to work with Foppoli, both as a volunteer with Active 20-30, and as a small business owner in the Town of Windsor. His terrifying reputation was common knowledge long before Thursdayās article, because anyone who has seen him in person at a party has seen him engaging in predatory behavior. They may just not realize encouraging someone to drink to excess, especially someone you hope to have sex with, is predatory behavior. Foppoli has nowhere to hide now that this simple truth is out in the open. His entire public persona was built around the fact that he knew how to throw a party and get people, especially pretty young women, drunk. Thatās what makes him popular -- at least amongst so many men in Active 20-30 and other powerful local organizations.
Active 20-30
Foppoli and my lives first crossed paths when I moved back to Sonoma County in 2015. At the age of 25, I left my teaching job in Washington, D.C., to run Images on the Windsor Town Green, a beloved 35-year-old gift shop my family had recently purchased. Because most of my childhood friends are also disabled and/or LGBTQIA+, they were happy to stay away from Sonoma County. I felt socially isolated and lacking community. Like so many lonely 20-somethings in our area, I decided to join Active 20-30, a national social and charity club with multiple chapters in Sonoma County. I joined the co-ed Healdsburg club, and Foppoli was already an established member of the men-only Santa Rosa club.
I could write an entire book just on what is wrong, in my opinion, with Active 20-30 in Sonoma County. Back in 2015, which pre-dates the #metoo movement, I was already well aware of rape culture. In 2011, I reported my rapist to my college, resulting in a two year suspension (and thatās only because another student reported -- usually they only get suspended for one year). In 2012, I interned for the Boaston Area Rape Crisis Center and volunteered on their hotline. In 2013, I drew on my experiences to design and conduct original research on bystander intervention as part of my graduation requirements at Williams College. My ability to articulate the problem while speaking from a place of relative expertise meant nothing to the people of Sonoma County, except to the inspiring coalition of women in Active 20-30 working tirelessly to defend the community from Foppoli. Amongst most of the men and the more traditional-minded women -- I was still in search of LGBTQIA+ community -- I was written off as a bleeding-heart liberal, a snowflake, a trouble-maker. Most insulting, I was written off as damaged, trying to project my own trauma onto the situation.
But I had good reason to be alarmed. Active 20-30, at least the Headsburg and Santa Rosa groups that I spent the most time with, were a worse example of rape culture than anything I had seen in college. It seemed accepted that if you got too drunk someone might rape you -- it was just up for debate whether having sex with someone too drunk to consent is rape. And thatās rape culture: a chaotic environment that allows undoubtedly horrific behavior to be normalized. āIf everyoneās getting shitfaced, it canāt all be rape, right? And everyoneās getting shit-faced, right?ā
Wrong. Dear reader, when youāre tipsy, and the person youāre considering seducing is slurring their words or even puking, thatās not sexy, right? You back off? Thatās because youāre not a predator. Predators like Foppoli are not like us, they seek out those who are slurring words or almost puking. He victimizes them. Sonoma County leaders should be ashamed of themselves for letting him get away with it for so long. When they claim they didnāt know, they are admitting that they were disrespecting the informed calls for action from concerned constituents like myself. I am not just calling out the Windsor Town Council -- indeed, I find myself in awe of Councilwoman Esther Lemus following her brave decision to go on the record as Foppoliās sixth accuser. The Chamber of Commerce, The Downtown Merchants Association, and The Rotary Club, to name a few, all have prominent leaders who I chose not to believe me, or dismiss my concerns, when I approached them about Foppoli.