This wasn’t another case of coronavirus taking the life of an
older person with underlying medical issues. As far as I know, Jeri was in good
health and passed suddenly from a heart attack on March 11 at the age of 77.
Jeri and I got to know each other from telephone calls she
would make to me over the past decade. On February 11, I received my last call
from Jeri Shanahan.
I’ve written about Jeri a few times over these past years. So
did my pension blogging comrade Glen Brown. Phil Kadner wrote a couple of
pieces in the Daily Southtown about Jeri. So did the Chicago Tribune.
Jeri Shanahan’s short obituary ran the other day in the
Chicago Trib:
Geraldine (“Jeri”) Shanahan, 77, of Orland Park, daughter of the
late Geraldine M. and the late John E. Shanahan Jr., died suddenly at home
March 11 of coronary disease. Jeri taught in both the Catholic and public
school systems for a total of 39 years. She also served as religious education
coordinator at St. Damian Parish in Oak Forest. She will be remembered by her
family and by many close friends. Interment at Mount Olivet cemetery was
private; a Memorial Mass will be celebrated at St. John Fisher Church at a
future date.
Why did Jeri and I strike up a relationship. She was like a
dog on a bone when it came to pension justice. How could I not like her?
She had been cheated by the state of Illinois and by its
politicians with the agreement of our teacher union leaders and the
organizations that she had expected to stand by her. None had. None of them.
Not one. But she pestered the crap out of them and annoyed them to no end. Even
her friends sometimes got tired of hearing about it. Sometimes even me.
Jeri figured the state stole over $100,000 in pension health
care benefits from her since she retired from teaching children in Community
Consolidated School District 146, which serves Tinley Park, Oak Forest and
Orland Park.
Jeri was one of about 600 teachers who were Medicare
ineligible because they live in Illinois and pay twice as much for health
insurance than their counterparts who retired and moved out of state. “I should
have been a snow bird,” she said. “It makes no sense. It’s a quirk in the law.”
There are a small pool of retired educators, and the pool is
getting smaller as their numbers are diminished by death. The Illinois Teachers
Retirement System has somewhere in the area of 150,000 active members the last
time I checked. But there were only a few hundred teachers who had given notice
of their intent to retire in 2003 and who were ineligible to buy into Medicare
when it began in 2004.
Like I said. About 600 them. I’m guessing less than a couple
hundred now. Like Jeri, they just fell through the cracks when the law changed.
There was an easy fix though. It would have cost somewhere between $500,000 to
$700,000 to fix it. Chump change really.
But the legislature wouldn’t do it. They figured if they
ignored the problem it would go away. I mean this was just 600 old retired
teachers scattered around the state of Illinois. Not big enough of a
constituency to be afraid of.
It’s not like they were hedge fund managers or anything. Wait
long enough and they would all be dead. But Jeri would not go quietly. She
testified before legislative committees. She knocked on legislators’ doors. She
contacted people like Kadner. And me and Glen.
Finally, she convinced former state Rep. Kevin McCarthy to
sponsor a bill that would close the gap in monthly premium costs between
Medicare ineligible retirees living in Illinois and those living out of state.
The bill sailed through the House with unanimous support and
passed the Senate with only one “no” vote. Then Governor Pat Quinn vetoed it. It
is one of the reasons I hated Quinn.
“The Illinois Education Association, the state’s largest
teachers’ union, had waged a lobbying campaign against
it,” Kadner wrote. IEA lobbyists told Kadner that they had “bigger
fish to fry.” There’s a union slogan for you. Not all for one and one for all. Rather, we got bigger fish to fry.
One time when Glen and I were delegates to the IEA
Representative Assembly and brought Jeri’s issue up to the IEA Retired caucus,
Bob Haisman, a former president of the IEA, said the solution was simple.
“She should go get a job.” True story.
I contacted my state rep who talked to Jeri and promised to
sign on to a bill that was being proposed to address the problem by Rep. Margot
McDermed, R-Frankfort, a bill that fellow legislators overwhelmingly supported
before they learned of the union’s opposition.
“It was voted down in the pension committee,” McDermed told
the Chicago Tribune. “The committee wasn’t really feeling the love. I didn’t
get a single vote.” I never heard from my state rep about it again.
But every couple of months I would get a phone call from
Jeri. She really just wanted someone to rant to, and I had the time to listen.
Until that last call two months ago.
Jeri read my blog religiously whenever I wrote about pension
rights, even if she could never quite figure out how to comment on it. The
thing is Jeri was the face of the legislative solution to the huge state
pension debt and liability. Even though I had never actually seen her face.
State legislators will tell you that one of the problems is
that teachers are living too long. The truth is that at least for those of us
in Tier 1, the pension problem will be solved when we are all dead. It will
take a while, but we will get there.
So we lost Jeri, and it pisses me off so bad that the state
won this one.
The photograph is from a story about Jeri Shanahan in the Chicago Tribune, Aug. 2, 2016.
The IEA's disgusting leadership shared the same arrogant disregard for human life and suffering that was described over a century earlier by Dickens in England at the height of its empire.
ReplyDeleteFrom the original "A Christmas Carol" (1843) by Charles Dickens regarding the probable death of Tiny Tim.
"`If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, none other of my race,' returned the Ghost, `will find him here. What then. If he be like to die, he had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.'
Scrooge hung his head to hear his own words quoted by the Spirit, and was overcome with penitence and grief. `Man,' said the Ghost, `if man you be in heart, not adamant, forbear that wicked cant until you have discovered What the surplus is, and Where it is. Will you decide what men shall live, what men shall die. It may be, that in the sight of Heaven, you are more worthless and less fit to live than millions like this poor man's child. Oh God. to hear the Insect on the leaf pronouncing on the too much life among his hungry brothers in the dust.'"