Nevada's 'Gaming' Industry
From Furtive Looks to Poobahood
-- In Just a Couple of Generations
by Steve Miller
copyright (c) 1997, Electric Nevada
|It appeared on our doorstep back in the hard-luck Thirties, a sort of down-at-the-heels vagrant, reeking of stale tobacco smoke and bad booze.|
alternated between apologetically shuffling its feet and
furtively glancing back over its shoulder, eastward. But
it also made promises -- all kinds of promises -- about
'oh, how well it would behave,' and 'oh, how much money
it would raise.'
Money for our kids' education. Money to pay the bills. Money for high culture in the Silver State. Money for all the good things of life.
All Nevada had to do, it pleaded, was just give it a chance. Just let it into the house, it said, and we'd see how very very good it could be.
Now, six decades later, the gambling biz no longer stands hat in hand on Nevada's doorstep, seeking approval. Now it stands astride the state, an arrogant behemoth, before which all institutions in the state now ritually bend the knee.
But don't think that the gambling biz has forgotten the Nevada taxpayers to whom they once promised so much. No indeed. The casinos have plans for Nevada taxpayers.
Under a recipe being pushed furtively (some things never change) at the 1997 Legislature, money is now to be routed from the pockets of Nevada taxpayers
into those of the
Nevada gambling industry's Grand Poobahs.
that's why the gamers and developers stalk the halls of
the Ledge in Carson City. They want the pols who've fed
at their campaign-contributions trough to make this
decision, not the taxpayers themselves.
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