For a long time I have been writing about this wonderful city that used to be Las Vegas before corporate hoodlums took over our lives and our future and made it into a country of its own. I remember when we did not have to lock our doors and all our belongings were safe in our homes.
Yes, I know what the transplants from other states may have to say: that was a long time ago; there were not nearly as many people living here then; and blah, blah, blah.
However, I believe that many times those in charge are guilty of many things that happen in our city — not because they are the ones committing the crimes, but because of their indifference and the lack of using their gray matter and common sense when hiring employees.
One of these places where “those in charge” are guilty is our hospitals, which in the past were safe places where people used to go to get well, but now are places where anything can happen.
In the old days we had three hospitals: Womens Hospital, where most of our residents were born; Sunrise Hospital, where the majority of the residents were taken to be looked at by professional doctors (who today are called health providers); and the Las Vegas Hospital, later known as Southern Memorial Hospital, still later baptized as the University Medical Center (the hospital that takes on all kinds of “trouble” cases), operating under the watchful eyes of the flamboyant Board of County Commissioners, and known for having a different problem every day.
Now we have a hospital everywhere and urgent care facilities on every corner, making us assume (we all know what happens when we assume) that that is a good thing, a sign of prosperity and growing, and maybe even of better health. But I believe that maybe the people running these hospitals and care facilities should slow down a little on the hiring and make sure that the people they hire are well qualified for whatever position they are hired for — not only academically, but also mentally and morally to deal with the different cases and patients that make their way to their doors.
I am sure we can all remember the male nurse who fondled and sexually molested a woman who was at Centennial Hills Hospital; and also the situation about the senior citizen who had major surgery at the Spring Valley Hospital. The graveyard nurse put the man on a commode and as a result of the lingering anesthesia, he was still dozy and fell to the floor. A male nurse found the man on the floor, pulled the man along and threw him on the bed without considering the surgery the man had just had a few hours prior, and tied his hands so hard to the rails of the bed that the old man was in pain and the man now has no feeling in his hands as a result of the way he was tied up.
A relative showed up at five in the morning and requested to speak to the head nurse; the administrator was informed, but never met with the family of the hurt man. Up to this date the family is still waiting for an explanation and an apology.
In the old days we did not have cases of sexual abuse or physical abuse; things like these would not happen, yet if they did, the administrator would face the family of the abused person and offer a
In the old days, people running this city were more humane, more conscientious, and were not afraid to admit a mistake; they were not ashamed of apologizing, they were ladies or gentlemen.
In the old days there were a lot of things going on in our city, but everything was organized; maybe that is where the name “organized crime” came from, because the crimes were so well organized.
There were hidden loan sharks in almost every casino and their hands extended into lots of places; but even the loan sharks were more humane than the newcomer loan sharks on every corner, disguised as offering “paycheck loans” with the blessing of city and county officials because they have paid for business licenses and are allowed to charge up to 100 percent on the principal.
The old loan sharks only charged between 2 to 5 percent a week and their word was their bond; they never went beyond that percentage amount.
Prostitution was not legal, but was tolerated and well organized and underage prostitution was not on the menu; and trick rolls — where the girl rips the John off — were definitely a passport to the state line and that woman was not allowed to work in Las Vegas again.
Today, the rules are more enforced than ever and yet crime is wide open without any regulation in order; the Johns are ripped off by out-of-town prostitutes operating under low class pimps and under the blind eye of the Vice unit of Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department.
In fact, it has been brought to my attention that on many occasions when a prostitute is arrested, she may get a free pass out of jail by having oral sex with the Vice cop; but according to former President Bill Clinton, who assures the American people he “did not have sex with that woman,” apparently oral sex is not really having sex.
Employees in these casinos were all family and were treated like family as long as they didn’t get out of line or confuse freedom with freebies.
If they ever had a tragedy in the family, not only the supervisors, but high management and in most cases even executives were by that employee’s side, offering not only financial help but moral support.
I have mentioned before the case I know of an older employee that asked for an extra day off to attend the funeral of his brother and was told that if he misses work, he should not come back because he would be considered fired; that is the corporate mob way of doing business.
I don’t care what anyone else says, I believe that any old days would be better than Las Vegas today; and if I had a choice, I would welcome back the old days and the old regime — meaning, in plain English, without hesitation, Yes; I would welcome back the mafia.
My name is Rolando Larraz, and as always, I approved this column.
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