Home Sour Home When Jordan Fogal's new house turned out to be a lemon, her builders and theTexas authorities thought they could handle things quietly. They didn't know Jordan Fogal.... Seduced by beauty, certain of value, the Fogals bought the home in April 2002 for $368,564, investing nearly everything they had... Jordan had looked forward to a leisurely life taking care of her new house and writing memoirs, but when the builders would not fix the structure, and when no authority would compel them to do it, Jordan experienced, for the first time, an in-justice she could not endure. On a street corner near her house, the 59-year-old Republican began picketing for all she was worth. A most compelling article. Dont miss this one...
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NEWS: What happens when a Republican homemaker goes up against an elusive construction company, a faceless bureaucracy, and the whole housing-industrial complex?
CONVERSION EXPERIENCES generally begin with a quest, and for Bob and Jordan Fogal, it began with a quest for comfort. Bob, who works in marketing, wanted a shorter commute to his office. Matters of the home, as usual, were left to his wife, and Jordan had spent months looking for a houseand had rejected manywhen at last she found the one: a regal, stucco box in a gated community near downtown Houston. You could see what a quality piece of work the house was, Jordan remembers. She liked the 20-foot ceilings, the granite counters in the kitchen, the stainless-steel appliancesall part of the Tremont Attention to Detail Difference, according to the builders handout. She assumed that since the house was so nicely appointed, it was also soundly built. Seduced by beauty, certain of value, the Fogals bought the home in April 2002 for $368,564, investing nearly everything they had.
The first disappointment came on the day they moved in. Bob Fogal, weary from unpacking, trudged upstairs to relax in his new whirlpool bath. When he got out, he pulled the plug and all 100 gallons of that water came down through the dining room ceiling, into the light fixtures, down the columns, onto my dining room table and Oriental rugs, Jordan recalls. And I just started screaming.
The Fogals tried to tell themselves it was just an oversightone unconnected drainbut then more oversights appeared: a portion of yard that turned into a swamp; a section of house that visibly sagged; heating that wasnt warm enough; a cooling system not cold enough. And always, and most seriously, water coming in from somewhere. Sitting at breakfast, thanks to a window above them that had been installed upside down, the couple sometimes felt the falling rain.
It was all too much for Bob to think about. He continued going to work while Jordan stayed home, appreciating the Attention to Detail Difference. Eventually, Bob too would join Jordan before the Houston City Council to lament the mold and the rotting and how, according to the meetings minutes, the builder knew of the problems and failed to disclose it. Jordan had looked forward to a leisurely life taking care of her new house and writing memoirs, but when the builders would not fix the structure, and when no authority would compel them to do it, Jordan experienced, for the first time, an in-justice she could not endure. On a street corner near her house, the 59-year-old Republican began picketing for all she was worth.
I mean, its a rats nest, she says of the house, of Texas law, of the System,and here I am, one grandmother with no money and no help.
IT WAS A MISMATCH from the startone mad-as-hell housewife against the entire construction-industrial complex. Home-building is a chief indicator of the economys health, and politicians are rarely inclined to slow it down with regulation or oversight. Reinforcing that impulse is an extremely well-funded, organized builder lobby whose focus, according to Janet Ahmad of the watchdog group HomeOwners for Better Building (HOBB), has never been on how to build a house correctly, but on how to limit regulations and liability.
As a result, contractors throughout the country have been able to feed the U.S. housing boom with little fear of being held accountable for the quality of their work. The faster a house is constructed, the greater the profit, and thus many homes are now built as though on an assembly line, often in as little as 90 days. Contractors build them spacious and grandiose and give them the appearance of quality, says Ahmad, whose group tracks both federal and state regulations. Behind the facade, though, are often shoddy workmanship and cheap materials, such as wood trim that is actually recycled paper.
No governmental body tallies how many of these new homes prove seriously defective, but Consumer Reports, in a broad investigation of construction defects in 2004, estimated that some 150,000 homeowners a year find they have more consumer protections for a fickle $20 toaster than for the biggest investment of their lives.
And nowhere, homeowners groups say, do negligent builders get a better deal than in the Fogals home state. If you want to be a successful fly-by-night contractor, says HOBBs Ahmad, you come to Texas. Theyre pillars of the community here, on the whos who list. They dont even have to sneak away in the night. They operate in the full light of day.
In one of the countrys most business-friendly states, construction is one of the most influential businesses. The largest individual contributor to Texas politicians is Bob Perrya builder who gained national fame during last years presidential campaign when he funded the Swift Boat Veterans for Truth. The organization dispensing the most political money in the state, Texans for Lawsuit Reform, is also headed by a builder, and builders have been the main beneficiaries of a decades worth of Texas tort reform lawslaws that, for homeowners, amount to little more than a maze of obstacles designed to obstruct the filing of lawsuits.
Most builders in Texas (and elsewhere) require homebuyers to agree to settle disputes out of court, in binding arbitration. Should a consumer, by some miracle, make it past that clause, the legislature recently passed a law that abolishes standards that a home display workmanlike construction, confines damage awards to the cost of repairs, and establishes a commissiondominated by buildersconsumers must go to before filing a claim either in court or in arbitration. This law was in large part written by the chairman of a Texas Association of Builders task force, John Krugh, whom the governor later named to sit on that very commission.
A Texas homebuyers only real hope for recovery, then, is to raise hell. Builders know that most people dont have the stomach for that, says Ahmad, the consumer advocate. But with Jordan Fogal, she adds, I think they bit off more than they can chew. That one woman has created an armys worth of ruckus.
BACK IN ALABAMA, where Jordan had lived until 1994 and raised her three children, she was den mother, room mother, cookie bakerthe whole nine yards. Once, she circulated a petition to get her dirt road paved, but otherwise she had lived for 59 years without public protest of any kind.
Now, in the two-bedroom apartment the Fogals fled to when mold started showing up in their leaky house, she complains that she hardly has time to do her hair, let alone get to the tanning bed. The kitchen table is an unruly heap of evidence as Jordan, maniacally smoking, tells her sprawling story. Along the way, she mentions Grandmother, who taught her there were no gray areasit was right, or it was wrongand also Granddaddy, who believed that if it was bad, you shot it. And, over and over again, she repeats her own maxim: I dont like people messing with my home.
Her home is one of 44 jammed onto two acres just off Houstons Waugh Drive and surrounded by a wall. The wall, the gates, the closed garage doors give the place an isolated feeling, which the builder marketed as security. But it was never perfectly clear which company built Hyde Park Crescent.
The builders operated under many names, and it seems the Fogals house was built by two companies, Tremont Homes and Stature Construction, both of which were directed by one Jorge Casimiro and his business partner, Thomas Thibodeau. With some $28 million in revenue, Stature was listed by Hispanic Business magazine in 2001 as one of the countrys largest Hispanic-owned companies. Casimiro himself has been chairman of the Houston Hispanic Chamber of Commerces political action committee and the recipient of several business honors, which company publicity touts as proof of his integrity and commitment to providing outstanding service.
For Jordan Fogal, that service felt more like a kind of torture. There were times when she was so flusterated by her builders emissaries, she wanted to just grab them and choke them till their eyeballs pop out. The company completed some repairs, such as the drain in the whirlpool and the upside-down window, but more often the routine went like this: Jordan would report a problem, Stature would decline to help, and she would decline to accept that they would not help: How dare you, shed write in one of many, many letters. Eventually, an appointment would be made for an inspection, but then no one would show. Jordan would call and be told the inspector was coming the next day at 8 a.m., and then, at the appointed time, she would be told that they were coming at 2 p.m. Again she would wait, and they wouldnt come but would later insist they had and that no one had been home. When the builders inspector finally did appear, Jordan would be told that the water spots were just paint curing, that there was no mildew, that the rust-streaked cracks in the stucco were just settlement cracks. They would talk to me as if I were an illiterate, inferior, stupid woman who didnt understand constructionand I didnt. But I knew water was running out of my house, and the Scarecrow could have known that without his brain.
The Fogals hired their own inspectors, who found serious roofing problems and widespread and growing accumulation of moisture in walls and ceilings; when one inspector drilled a hole in the wall, she recalls, water came draining out, and rotten wood was on the bit. An estimate for the full repair of the Fogals house would be put at $199,900. In April 2004, Casimiro offered repairs, which, nine months later, Thibodeau told the Houston Chronicle were worth between $2,000 and $5,000.
With her homebuyers contract forbidding her from suing, Jordan filed a complaint against Tremont with the Better Business Bureau. The BBB said Tremont Homes was doing business as Stature but that Stature was no longer in business, according to Jordan, so the bureau couldnt help. She filed claims under her homebuyers warranty (which turned her down for not following proper procedure), under her homeowners insurance (which rejected her because its inspector found the house deviates from the industry standards), and under Statures liability insurance (which said that it would cover property damaged by these construction defects, but not the defects themselves). Jordan went to the district attorneys office, the state attorney general, the Texas Department of Insurancenothing.
No one understood what you were talking about, or they were just no help, Jordan says. I had no one to talk to in the beginning, not even my husband.
At night, Bob would tell her she was simply exaggerating; it couldnt be as bad as all that. Hes very patriotic, she explains, and he couldnt accept that in America, land of the free, home of the brave, no one would help, especially when you didnt do anything wrong. Jordan tried to tell him that Texas is just like a communist state: You expect to have somewhere to go with your problem, but theres nowhere to go.
She went again to her builder. She carried with her the report of yet another inspection, and perhaps it was clear that she just might convince a jury. Thibodeau, in any case, said he would fix her house. But a week passed. And now mold was taking over, spotting the carpet, outlining pictures on the wall. Jordan read on the Internet that certain molds could cause brain abscesses and inhibit cell division, that her home was now not merely uncomfortable but, according to her doctor, unsafe.
In this frame of mind, she wrote Thibodeau, Do we have to die? He didnt answer.
At about that time, in September, HOBBs Ahmad connected Jordan with another Houston homeowner, Carla Bistrick, whose experience was so similar to hers, Bistrick finally asked Jordan where she lived. Oh my God! Bistrick exclaimed, for she, too, had been the owner of a house in Hyde Park Crescent. It, too, had filled with water. Only after Bistrick began giving tours to prospective buyers in the neighborhood had she convinced the builderjust before the Fogals arrivedto buy back her house.
Bistrick had one more bit of news for Jordan: In making her case, she had photographed homes in the neighborhood, including unit No. 34, which appeared to have mold and water damage and, though brand new, was already under repair. The Fogals house, their beautiful house, had been infested even before she bought it. Jordan immediately dialed Thibodeau. She was crying as she demanded he buy back her house, too. You knew what you were doing when you sold us this house.
Thibodeau replied that buying houses was really not his particular game, and then he did what probably no one should ever do to Jordan Fogal. He hung up.
LAWYERS FOR CASIMIRO and Thibodeau were reluctant to speak to Mother Jones. The commitment to social justice, explained Thibodeaus attorney Charles Turet, is something that gives lawyers heartburnnot that we dont like social justice, he was quick to add. But theres a theme there thatshe paused againunfavorable to corporate clients.
Casimiro would not return phone calls; Thibodeau did, but was at first disinclined to speak. Put it this way, he said, Im a builder, and I dont expect to be treated fairly by any media, because its always poor consumer.
There were, in fact, a number of Thibodeau customers who considered themselves poor consumers. Last year, four of the buyers in the Fogals 44-home subdivision gathered in a lawsuit, all alleging the builder did not install flashing at critical locations, with an enormous amount of resulting damage. Other neighbors found water in their homes but chose to pay for leak repairs themselves, because it didnt seem worth a fight, and Kerri Kirschs family, who also found rain pouring in, fled in disgust to Arizona after a long legal battle with Casimiro.
Jordan didnt join the lawsuit, but she had no intention of surrendering to Thibodeau. I wanted to show him, she says, that no matter what he did to me, I was not going away.
And so, on that September day, about 10 minutes after hanging up on Jordan Fogal, Thibodeau received another call. It was a national consumer radio show, live on the air, wanting to know just what he had done to poor Mrs. Fogal.
That was just the beginning. Having moved to the apartment, taking the $368,564 mortgage with her, Jordan dedicated her life to exposing the greatest travesty of justice she had ever seen. Home Builder Makes Home Buyer Homeless, her message went. And everything that had happened to her, everything she learned, she disseminated to anyone who might listenreporters, the mayor, her state representatives, even the president of the United States. When she found out that a judge, to whose campaign Casimiro had contributed, had appointed Casimiro to three county boards, including the housing authority, she printed up fliers. She spoke at homeowners rallies and before the Houston City Council. She showed the council pictures of the subdivision, described the mold and rotting materials, and explained how her builder appeared to be not a single company but a dozen.
Perhaps nothing she did had more effect than her regular appearance in front of the builders new luxury condos, Tremont Tower. In her Chanel sunglasses and pink sweater, Jordan stood with pictures of her rotting house, a basket of lemons, and a sign that read, Beware! Tremont Homes sold me a lemon! Watching her on the corner in protest, Bob finally understood why I hate arguing with that woman.
At first, she experienced a loneliness like she had never known. Neighbors, fretting over their property values, ceased to speak to her. Bob wouldnt join her. Every weekend afternooneven Christmas and New Years and several times in the rainJordan stood alone on the corner. She was initially afraid of the people she met out theresome black, some gay, some tattooed and piercedbut gradually realized that they were some of the nicest people.
Middle-aged, Republican homemakers are not normally found protesting in the street, which is why Jordan Fogal made such an effective street protester.
Lady, I had to stop, people would say. Somebody must have really pissed you off.
Oh my God! Thats an area were looking at! Oh my God! And theyre not doing anything to help you?
I had no idea! I thought when you spent that kind of money...
Here, Jordan would say, take another flier. Ive got 10,000 more.
She was on television, in the papers. City Council members told her they would be watching for this builder, come permit time. (Its terrible she paid a lot of money for a house she cant live in, council member Carol Alvarado says.) Prospective buyers at Tremont Tower looked at the pictures and got back in their cars. The staff at Tremont Tower called the police, she says, tried to have her car towed, and fenced in the area where motorists had pulled over to talk. When word came that she was being dragged into arbitration, Jordan realized she had finally gotten their attention. Her fight was about to grow much larger.
THE BUILDERS' LAWYERS had filed a claim through the countrys oldest and largest arbitration firm, the nonprofit American Arbitration Association. They sought declaratory relief from any complaint about alleged construction defectspast, present, and futurein Jordan Fogals home.
Jordan still remembers her pleasant illusions of arbitrationhow much more civilized and nice it sounded than just suing someone, like a mom who sits down with her children and says, Now, this is the way I see it. Now you two go do whats right.
What she found instead seemed neither pleasant nor fair. The Arbitration Association informed her that she would be expected to pay half of the arbitrators fees roughly $1,500 a day for the arbitration itself and $750 for a preliminary study of the problemplus half of the charges to rent the hearing room and hire the stenographer; plus the cost of expert witnesses, if any; plus, if she wanted one, the cost of an attorney. Plus, since the proceeding would conclude all disputes against the builders, if she wished to file a counterclaim seeking reimbursement for the cost of her property, there would be an additional filing fee of $8,500.
The arbitrator would be chosen from a list of lawyers and mediators. His decision would not be required to have any basis in law, could nowhere be appealed, and would likely come with a gag order. Jordan filed for hardship relief, but her builders lawyer, William S. Chesney III, insisted that she get none. She wrote long, emotional letters to her solutions manager at the arbitration firm, who shared them with Chesney and began sending her bills. It was like reasoning with a machine, she says, and in her letters and fliers she let the world know about her outrageabout the shocking costs of binding arbitration, the stacked deck of the arbitrator, that henchman for torturing victims [of] the builders.
MRS. FOGAL HAS BECOME rather high-profile, observed Charles Turet, the lawyer for Thibodeau, when I visited his office. This is the first time weve encountered anything of this magnitude.
The magnitude was such that Turets client had found the need to talk after all. Turet said they were certainly not afraid of the facts of the case, as long as all of the facts get out. Then he added they really couldnt discuss the facts in detail. It was therefore left to Thibodeau, a glaring, goateed man, to explain that he thought Jordan was being quite unfair. Shes gone out and created this frenzy! he said. This crusadecalling radio stations, sitting on the corner with lemons. And if she thinks the way to solve problems is to extort money with lemons, fine! But Im not going to play that game.
So did Thibodeau stand behind his work? Thibodeau paused. Yes, he answered: He would always ask his customers to do a thorough walk-through, and they wouldnt close the deal if the customer had an issue. Our goal is not to have to go back into someones house after closing, he said. Or, as the lawyer Chesney put it, not to be held hostage to every little thing Mrs. Fogal claims.
You know, Chesney went on, it is absolutely amazing how many people out there dont have the problems Mrs. Fogal has.
Told of the lawsuit brought against them by the residents of Hyde Park Crescent two months earlier, Turet said, Thats news to us. Chesney said to me, Youd better see the letters they wrote to us, because we never got them.
And Thibodeau said he really had to go.
THOSE LYING SACKS OF ,said William Ferebee, the lawyer representing the Fogals neighbors. In his office across town from Turets, he produced a sheaf of court documents that had been sent by certified mail to the builders lawyers, as well as the responses, signed by William S. Chesney III.
The case is likely to drag out for a while. Facing lawsuits, builders often drain their companies of assets and start anew under a different name. Thibodeau and Casimiro have both recently started new companies, and Chesney claims Thibodeaus new company isnt liable for work done by the old company.
But neither Thibodeau nor Casimiro can get rid of Jordan Fogal. Whichever business names they travel by, she continues to dog them. Already she has helped to get their companies ejected from the Better Business Bureau. Unable to sue their builders, the Fogals are now being sued for business disparagement by a builder with connections to Casimiro and Thibodeau. They face arbitration, foreclosure, bankruptcymore legal troubles than you can shake a stick at, says Jordans lawyer. But after what shes been through, Jordan says, I dont think you can ever walk away.
In her apartment, Jordan Fogal points to an ancient photo and says, This is what Mr. Thibodeau doesnt know about me. Its a picture of several old menher great-uncles from Alabama. They decided that until the South rose again, they would never shave their beards. And they were all buried with very long beards.