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Wait, What?

Into every successful movement, spearheaded and supported largely by women, will come one man who will take credit for the whole thing.

I was noodling around on Facebook, looking at candidate pages,when I took a look at the page of David Yungmann. Yungmann, a Republican, is running for County Council in District 5. My eye caught this sentence:

David became a leader in the movement for new school system leadership, successfully electing a new Board of Education and installing a new Superintendent.

Wait, what?

I rubbed my eyes. I shook my head. I read it again.

David became a leader in the movement for new school system leadership, successfully electing a new Board of Education and installing a new Superintendent.

While I was aware that Mr. Yungmann supported the campaigns of two of the BOE challengers, I had no idea he was responsible for both the new board and the new superintendent. That’s pretty impressive.

In fact, it’s a such preposterous claim that I clicked on the photo hoping that it might explain that mind-boggling sentence.



It didn’t. It actually made it worse. I understand that politics is an exercise in highlighting one’s  accomplishments but, in this four-frame promotional piece, Mr. Yungmann takes a story in which many people were involved and makes it all about him. He takes a piece of very recent history and turns it into his story.

This galls me because most of the leadership on this particular issue was actually the work of women: Cindy Vaillancourt, Bess Altwerger, Vicky Cutroneo, Barb Krupiarz, Christine McComas, Lisa Markovitz, to name but a few. Yes, men were involved but women did most of the “heavy lifting” on  this over a very long period of time. No matter how much work Mr. Yungmann devoted to this effort it does not give him the right to erase them from the narrative.

I’m not entirely positive what all this means in relation to his campaign for County Council. I do know that I never want to serve on a committee with Mr. Yungmann because he will surely want to take all the credit.


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