Letters

In a world where you can choose to make any argument against my mom, if your strongest is that she has done nothing for the trades, or that she can’t properly represent them [“For the Trades,” 27east.com, September 28], I guess it really is silly season.

My mom is Cyndi McNamara, and she’s running to be your town supervisor this fall.

When I started high school, my dad lost his workers for his landscaping company. Without hesitation, my mom stepped in. What was meant to be a temporary solution ended up being my mom, working each day beside my dad, for the next six years.

I was amazed at her strength and her determination to help my dad, but I was even more amazed when, despite everything going on, she did hours of research and wrote speeches to present to the Town Board on issues affecting her trade.

My mom ran for Town Board after years of already doing the job, while working in the trades. She ran so that her ideas could have an impact. In just her first year as a councilwoman, she formed the Trades Advisory Committee to give others the voice that she wished to have, because people in the town shouldn’t need to campaign for a platform to be heard and taken seriously. Nobody understands that better than my mom.

I think even a third-rate advertising agency would have the common sense to read the paper once in a while to see who they’re speaking about before pushing forward a narrative that’s so false and easy to disprove that it’s foolish.

The only empty claims I see are that the construction in Westhampton Beach had anything to do with wanting to support the local trades. But I guess in difficult times you make do with what you have.

I think you all know where I stand and what to do this November. My mom’s work, in the trades and for the trades, really speaks for itself.

Jocelyn McNamara

East Quogue