I'm moving out of San Francisco this Monday. I'm excited about the future, but also in shock to leave my beloved town. I've lived in San Francisco since 1981 and I've seen so much happen here, but nothing like I've witnessed in the last few years. This town has been overtaken by big business and the rich, as most larger cities are today. I've watched the most recent mayors of San Francisco - Willie Brown, Gavin Newsom and now Ed Lee - sell this city to the highest bidder. The fabric of SF has been forever changed and I really mourn the town I used to know. I'll be posting more personal stories and pictures once I get settled but for now....
Check out this excellent commentary by Broke-Ass Stuart: Link
"Living in San Francisco means being torn apart. It means
having people you love get evicted. Seeing cultural institutions replaced by
trendy cocktail bars. Moving to this city for a job in technology and getting
vilified for being the reason for higher rents, even though you can barely
afford your own. Reading the news and getting sick to your stomach because the
elderly and the mentally disabled and the working class and the creative class
keep getting “displaced,” which is a euphemism for “thrown out of their homes
in the name of greed.” It means reading the news and being enraged that a
98-year-old lady is getting evicted. It means reading the news and worrying
about when you’re going to get evicted yourself."
Art by John Stich
"Living in San Francisco means knowing that local politics
are completely crooked. It means knowing that Willie Brown still runs this town,
even though he hasn’t been mayor since 2004. Well, he and Rose Pak, anyway. It
means knowing Ron Conway and Reid Hoffman are trying to buy this town, and that
Ed Lee is giving it to them. Knowing that the David Chiu’s backroom deals with
Airbnb were shady. Worrying that SF isn’t as progressive as it used to be.
Worrying that all the new people who moved here won’t vote or care about local
issues. Worrying that “San Francisco” will no longer represent an ideal but
will now just be a place. It means crying into your keyboard when you heard the
San Francisco Bay Guardian had shut
Living in San Francisco means thinking that jaywalking while
smoking a joint and drinking a beer in front of a cop is totally normal. It means
seeing a men’s knitting circle in a café in the Castro and thinking it is
totally normal. Seeing Deep ride by on his trike blaring Prince and thinking it’s
totally normal. Seeing people walking around dressed in bondage gear and
thinking it’s totally normal. Seeing people wearing strange costumes at any
hour of the day on any day of the year and thinking it’s totally normal. It
means seeing 13 people sleeping on the sidewalk during your walk to work and,
unfortunately, thinking that’s totally normal too."
by Broke-Ass Stuart