Wednesday's Warrior: ‘Bradley Buddies' comfort passengers at Bradley International Airport
'It's like traveling with Miss America,' Deborah Goodwin, Rika's owner, said.
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Rika and Deborah have spent two and a half years with Bradley Buddies, a program that provides therapy dogs to comfort passengers and staff.
'We come to the airport once a week. Rika has friends at TSA, we visit with passengers, check in with crew who might be here,' Goodwin explained.
Rika brings happiness to everyone she meets.
'We make it a better day. People love her. Passengers will sometimes remember her from one trip to the next.'
Rika's impact stretches beyond Windsor Locks, recently reaching Los Angeles.
'We worked in Pasadena and Altadena. So, we were supporting the Eaton fire folks who had been displaced by it,' she said.
In January, Rika responded to the devastating Southern California wildfires.
'To know that she got people through that is just huge,' Goodwin said.
Rika was there, comforting people who were waiting for hours for aid.
'Their job was to interact with people, help with the frustration of waiting in line, and provide that emotional support. We had people hugging her, we had people petting her, we had people trying to share their food with her,' she said.
A bright spot in dark times.
'She just loves everybody. She's happy to see you. It doesn't matter that you are having a bad day or that you are angry or that you're frustrated—she's still happy to see you,' she said.
Rika's gift for comfort starts at her home base.
'Rika never could have done what she did if we didn't work here at Bradley. She's learned how to deal with diverse crowds, she's learned how to deal with people's heightened emotions,' she said.
Rika, short for Paprika, traveled to LA with the hope animal-assisted crisis response team.
The next time you fly from Bradley, make sure you look for our friend Rika!
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The exact duration of the heat wave — which, by most accounts, lasted July 13 to July 20 — is still somewhat difficult to settle on, partly because of all the dead Chicagoans still being found in homes and hotels after the heat declined to the low 90s. Even the final number of dead, 739, was only settled on months later. That's not far from the 844 who died in the SS Eastland disaster on the Chicago River in 1915, but larger than the number of dead in the Iroquois Theatre fire of 1903 (602) and more than twice the Great Chicago Fire of 1871 (300). So why did the Great Heat Wave of 1995 become an afterthought? Why, 30 years later, are we pressed to find plaques, statues, remembrances or simply everyday memories of such a relatively recent disaster? Why did local culture move on? 'I think some of the vagueness about this is residual from the mayor's office, which took the attitude of 'Let's not make such a big deal, OK?'' said Robert T. Starks, who founded the African American Studies Department at Northeastern Illinois University and became an outspoken critic of then-mayor Richard M. Daley's handling of the crisis. He never forgave Daley, and never failed to call out Black aldermen who remained silent. 'But 30 years on, I am surprised no one's stepped up to memorialize these people. I'd hope Brandon Johnson heads up something before leaving office.' Eric Klinenberg, the Chicago native and sociologist who has done more than anyone in government or beyond to keep the memory of the heat wave alive, puts it this way: 'If four airplanes crashed into each other over O'Hare during a heat wave — roughly the number of people who died in the heat wave — we'd talked about it constantly. It'd be local lore. But for a lot of reasons, the 1995 heatwave got a strange status in Chicago.' Those reasons, complicated and damning, are all too obvious. The closest thing we have to a true memorial is not even in Chicago. 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The answer, he says, can be boiled down to: 'The people affected were largely poor and depleted and didn't get a lot of attention or sympathy from the city on a regular basis because they died — mostly on the South and West Sides — where Chicago expects bad stuff to happen.' But the book's power is in how Klinenberg walks through the systemic failures of both the mayor's office and the local media to recognize their own historical blindspots — there's an entire chapter on how the Tribune reported and, he writes, downplayed the severity of the disaster, rarely challenging Daley's handling of the crisis. (One Mike Royko column was headlined 'Killer Heat Wave or Media Event?') He never heard from the mayor's office about the book but, through back channels in city hall and beyond, he heard he wasn't wrong, and that the Daley administration was not happy. When he spoke at book events, readers told him to expect his property taxes to spike, expect parking tickets. 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Chicago made all kinds of changes for heat waves since then, but it's always easier to do the right thing after the fact, right? I admired Richie Daley but his downplaying of the disaster always bothered me, and sure enough, 15 years later, when I had conversations with people about the heat wave, nobody seemed to remember.' The city does have one formal marker of the disaster, a plaque in the entranceway to a senior center on Ogden Avenue, on the West Side. It was dedicated in 1996 by then-alderman Ed Burke. When I went to see it recently, it seemed no one had ever noticed or read it, including those at the front desk. Such rote memorials are easily ignored. What's interesting about it is the dedication, which calls what happened a , though qualifies what happened, defensively, as . 'America is most comfortable memorializing war and violent attacks and the people involved with them and it tends not to grapple with natural disasters in anything like the same way,' said Alex Jania, who teaches history at the University of Chicago. Specifically, he teaches disaster studies and the environment, and is an expert on Japanese disaster memorials: '(The Japanese) bind the national character together so that everyone acknowledges the same risks, with the point of alerting people to some future disaster.' A year ago, during the spring semester, Jania, who grew up in the Far South Side neighborhood of Hegewisch, had his students design and build a temporary memorial to the victims of the heat wave, taking them through issues of environmental injustice and climate change and the ethics of constructing a thoughtful remembrance. They made a temporary geodesic dome — a nod to the 'heat dome' that sat atop Chicago that summer — lined the inside with a brief history of the disaster and erected it on campus. The difficulty with creating a lasting public memorial in Chicago, Jania said, is the heat wave did not 'inscribe itself on the physical landscape of the city,' the way a demolished building might. 'And more importantly, that summer was an indictment on how we deal with loneliness and poverty, and any effective memorial would have to call all of that out.' Such a memorial would require the city of Chicago to acknowledge failure. It would mean recognizing the deaths of those Chicagoans who remain unrecognized in life. 'People don't want to be reminded every day of large tragedies,' said Ivan Rayner, a funeral director at A.A. Rayner & Sons Funeral Home in the Greater Grand Crossing neighborhood. He recalls 'chaos, mass casualties,' yet 'stretched over a long period, and so personal' any kind of big encompassing memorial could be difficult. Helfand, the documentary filmmaker, remembers interviewing passersby on the streets of Chicago nearly 20 years later, 'and what they remembered was totally based on class and race.' So maybe a cooling center can be a memorial. Maybe a single day teaching the history of the heat wave is a memorial. After I left that plaque at the senior center on the West Side, I passed a brownstone in North Lawndale, one of the corners of Chicago with the largest loss of life caused by the heat wave. Sitting outside was Richard Gross, 67, a semiretired Loop office worker. He was visiting a much older, more frail friend. Until he moved, they were neighbors here. The temperature was 96. Gross stopped by, just to see how she was doing that day. That's a memorial, too. Here's one last memorial of sorts, though most Chicagoans will never see it. 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James Grady and Edward Hoffman lived blocks apart in Mayfair and though there's no indication in their possessions that they knew each other, they are bonded in loneliness: Hoffman left behind a returned letter in which he asked a friend to 'please' visit soon, explaining that he lost his left leg and several fingers to frostbite; Grady left a letter from his mother written 25 years earlier, who explains: 'There is not much more I can say,' other than she is now too old to help him, but she will always love him deeply. Geraldine Buttersworth of W. 69th Street left a birthday card from a sibling, who boasted, from her home in Iowa, that she had central air, and even signed the card: 'Hot enough for you?' Luis Mendez left a black-and-white portrait of a woman with a bouffant and a large stack of Christmas cards from friends and relatives, many received at least 30 years earlier. James Ordile left his Blockbuster card. Others left wallets, some left savings books showing amounts too small to pay for groceries, never mind a funeral. There are passports and back-rent notices that would never be paid. Some folders contain Polaroids shot by investigators, showing small apartments and a fan in a corner. Jerry Van Houten of Aldine Avenue left a Post-It note apparently stuck to his front door: 'Cynthia from Michigan has been trying to reach you.' Some left lives amounting to thick folders, some to folders so thin it's surprising there's anything inside at all. Emilio Aguirre, the Bronze Star POW who just got his headstone, had a thicker folder, containing his wristwatch, military papers and naturalization papers. Charles Henderson was able to get Aguirre a headstone 30 years later because Aguirre had left the paperwork. But the fact it took so long for Aguirre to receive his headstone infuriates the veterans' rights activist. 'Someone back then could have easily seen what's in (his folder) and called an American Legion or a VFW hall and said 'Hey, we got this guy here…' Cook County wouldn't have even had to pay for a burial! Every veteran is owed that. Instead, someone just saw the possessions of a poor old Mexican guy. 'I truly believe that. Emilio didn't have to go to World War II, he could have returned to Mexico. And he didn't, then he died alone. But at the end of the day, it's poor people who suffer. No one wants to talk about that. Certainly, no one wants to remember that.'
