Gentrification

Oakland Local's Justin Gilmore is over the Mission and wants to tell you about it:
San Francisco is a place that offers at least a semblance of social life in the streets and has a mass-transit system that, being at least semi-functional, can get you home even after chasing large doses of MDMA with multiple Irish carbombs, resulting in an uncontrollable throwing up of copious amounts of last nights frozen pizza onto strangers who you had drunkenly mistook for childhood friends. Who doesn’t want to live in a place where you can simply exit your apartment, walk a few blocks, and end up at a bar filled to the brim with a battalion of apparently creative, interesting patrons? Or, at least, so went my daydreams.
As it stands, the reality is much different. Upon exiting BART and walking down the streets of the Mission, it becomes apparent that San Francisco has transformed in ways that I cannot appreciate. Newly Ipe-planked luxury condominiums with fancy, all glass, automatic underground garage doors, and heated post-industrial concrete polished floors, sit adjacent to coffee shops whose patrons sip on $6-7 dollar coffee while they guiltily donate some small, insignificant pittance towards “saving the third world” on their new high-end Mac gadgets.
In fact, it’s almost as though yuppies had gotten bored of the suburbs and decided to move to the city, only to bring with them the worst parts of the place that they now claim to loathe. Walking down almost any SF sidewalk, you can see what is in fact the real blight: the late-thirty-something upper-management Google/Wells Fargo employee who, armed with a six-plus digit salary and a lengthy history of family money, recently demolished some jenky apartment building in order to have it reconstructed as a suburban home disguised as an edgy urban loft. [Read on]
My daydreams also involve not having to ride BART after multiple Irish carbombs, so I totally get where this guy is coming from. So, what are we going to do about the yuppies?
[Photo by ClockworkGrue | via MissionMission]
Previously on Uptown Almanac

Jeff Cleary spotted this wonderfully rich, the-gentrification-jokes-practically-write-themselves tag on 16th and Guerrero, noting "at least it's a step up from pussyjuice."
Wait, what? We're down on pussyjuice now?
[Thanks Jeff! Get a job!]
Previously on Uptown Almanac

...the remnants of the Mission Yuppie Eradication Project are still going strong.
Previously on Uptown Almanac

If you've read anything on the subject on urban cycling lately, the answer is a resounding yes. A Chronicle columnist recently suggested (jokingly, of course) pepper spraying "hipster cyclists" ("Oh right, like you've never been driving along all calm and happy, when suddenly a skinny hipster whips in front of you and flips you off with one hand while toking on his American Spirit with the other, even as he chugs his Four Barrel triple latte with his giant beard before pedaling his fixie all the way to the Piercing Emporium to punch holes in your unsuspecting kids.") SFist brands 'em as a "unusually sensitive group" whom "tend to base their personality on a chosen mode of transportation." Mission Local frets over cyclists soft pedaling along The Mission's wide sidewalks while 'concerned citizens' at community meetings demand more police crackdowns of reckless environmentalists on their 25-pound Taiwanese death machines. And when a cyclist killed a pedestrian along the Embarcadero over the summer, it made international headlines and spurred the DA into filing criminal charges against the cyclist (despite living in a city in which 800+ pedestrians are hit by cars every year).
Well, Salon recently took up the cause of defending the so-called "transportation bourgeoisie," looking into the preceived smugness of America's two-wheeled demographic:
Urban bicyclists have an image problem. They’ve become stereotyped as pretentious, aloof jackasses, and a lot of this has to do with the changes taking place in cities right now. During the last decade, dozens of urban cores were inundated by young, well-educated newcomers. Places like Philadelphia, Boston, Chicago and Washington added tens of thousands of these new residents. And one thing’s for sure: These kids really like bikes. An analysis by Atlantic Cities showed that bicycle ridership in these cities soared during this period. In some cases, it more than doubled.
The rise in bicycling compelled cities to make themselves more friendly to bicyclists, and the friendlier they became, the more people starting riding. But as miles of bike lanes were striped and bike-share systems were installed, some of those cities’ residents started to criticize what they saw as major changes being made for a few new arrivals. “It got associated with young people and newcomers, and so people see cycling as something that’s accompanied by gentrification,” says Ben Fried, editor in chief of the online magazine Streetsblog. Bicycles and bike lanes became the most visible, most concrete representation of the demographic shifts transforming cities — and all the tensions and growing pains such a transformation entails.
The bicyclists-as-gentrifiers trope turns out to be more perception than reality, though. Over the last decade, the share of white bicyclists fell in proportion to riders of color. And ridership is remarkably equal across income groups. Part of the reason we don’t see it this way is because all too often, bike infrastructure gets concentrated in tony areas. Look at a map of a city’s bike lanes and bike-share stations and you’ll have a perfect guide to the “good” neighborhoods. In many cities, writes Dave Feucht, editor of the bicycling blog Portlandize, “being able to get around by bicycle is seen as elitist because you have to have money in order to live in a part of the city where it’s even possible to ride a bicycle.”
It's worth mentioning that while the bulk of SF's bike lanes are in the eastern half of the city, SF Bike Coalition's Connecting the City campaign is, in no small part, aimed at providing safe bike routes from the western half of the city to considerably less-foggy downtown area.
But the point rings true: as long as cyclists continue focusing their infrastructure efforts on the Mission's already bike-friendly streets, cranky newspaper columnists will ignore the demographics and paint the bicycle as a vehicle of pretentiousness.

A few weeks back, tastr published a bold statement alleging 18th and Valencia was "the Wharf of the Mission." Naturally this accusation made me excited to the point of disorientation, as I adore sea lions and Hooters, but I've never spotted an aquatic mammal or Bubba Sparxxx purchasing narcotics from busty women along Valencia. Figuring there must be some justification for such a neighborhood-to-tourist-trap comparison, tastr followed up with an explanation:
Let’s get to the “wharf of the mission” question. I had just come across an article on Eater that Monk’s Kettle was opening a fancier beer bar on Valencia between 17th and 18th and I couldn’t help but think that the “gourmet ghetto” on 18th was getting way out of character for the Mission. My girlfriend has lived here for 14 years and she recalls the Mission during the dot com boom and how all these expensive restaurants opened in the Mission with total disregard for neighborhood’s character, it was a playground for the rich. In comparison though, I was walking through the neighborhood during Carnaval and I was surprised to see all these Latino families stoop partying like I’d never seen before and I had this weird feeling about what was happening at 18th and Valencia. Again, it’s becoming quite different from the rest of the Mission. It’s very different from what the neighborhood was 20 years ago, and it’s getting similar to what happened during the dot com boom just over 10 years ago. I mean come on, a fancier Monk’s Kettle?
I’m not all up-in-arms about it, but the area already has Bi-Rite, Delfina, Tartine, Bar Tartine, Luna Park, Commonwealth, and Locanda. Coming soon is a fancy tequila bar by the Beretta people (which I’m excited about, I’m conflicted about this whole thing), Tacolicious (ugh) is opening a branch here. That stupid Summit thing that’s just up the street. I just don’t see that as representative of the neighborhood anymore, it’s for gastro-tourists. [...]
That’s why the 18th & Valencia is the Wharf of the Mission. Just like most people in San Francisco see the Wharf as some weird Disneyland that they only go to take their parents when they visit, I’m starting to feel the same way about that part of the Mission. It’s not for people who live here anymore, it’s a place to take your parents when they come visit for a fancy dinner and expensive ice cream. Perhaps it’s a tenuous argument, but when’s the tipping point? When does that part of the neighborhood file for a name change with the realtors office?Just sayin.
And when the tourists are done buying their morning buns, they all go watch the denizens lolling about on the green hills of Dolores, basking in the sun and barking at each other.
I love sea lions.

Despite this piece about the Mission in San Francisco Magazine being riddled with inaccuracies, such as saying Mission Loc@l is a "more fun" New York Times, it still has to be one of the more balanced pieces of Mission gentrification I've read:
The last time the Mission was booming, things were very different. “The dot-com era felt like living in a Latin Amer ican country, with things changing so quickly,” says Lydia Chávez, a 13-year resident who oversees Mission Local, the university-funded bilingual news site that kicks the San Francisco Chronicle’s ass. Tea recalls, “I was throwing eggs out my window at people attending web parties across the street. There was an insane, frantic, greedy energy, where one day, you had your neighborhood, and the next, it was full of speculators.” Back then, the idea of people working together in any way, or even just trading composting tips while wolfing down pupusas at the farmers market, seemed not only ridiculous but wrong, like giving up or selling out or consorting with the enemy. But that’s the difference between a boom in a bubble and a boom in a bust.
“Maybe they had a lot of money and kicked you out of your rent-control unit—now they are baristas and struggling to make it as well,” says Eric Quezada, a self-described “housing justice advocate” who is now the executive director of Dolores Street Community Services. “Instead of anger, folks want to find ways of building alliances that weren’t as obvious in the past.”
The article goes on to present the yuppie tech worker gentrification of the hood as a positive thing, despite rising rents, "The people who aren’t artists can be curators or patrons. Every artist needs a benefactor, as does every food cart, tutoring center, and cultural experiment."
Perhaps dragging all the venture capital money to the city and spending it on food carts, burritos, PBR and expensive jeans is a good thing. A rising tide lifts all boats. But the segregated dot-com money-fest is still here. The Summit is the most obvious example; a cafe whose lavishness even makes it inaccessible to most Missionites. And unlike most of Valencia, where businesses feel welcoming to all walks of life, The Summit yells that it caters to a very limited, affluent clientele.
So even with all the wonderful things money brings--farmer's markets, sidewalk curry, art galleries and a wallet with $83 in it I found on 19th--is this boom for the best? The article concludes with a hopeful tone. To paraphrase, "The economic change is here, and everyone is doing their part to make the best of it." But, at the end of the day, it comes down to the cost of living. As commenter Andrew O. Dugas said, "People have been talking about the gentrification of the Mission since the 1980s (earlier?) but done is done. Now it's too expensive for the hipsters who made it cool. Where are they all moving? Why, to the new Mission, of course, aka The Tenderloin. See you at Cafe Royale!"
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This is a racial breakdown of San Francisco and Oakland based on the 2000 census. I'ma guess the Mission isn't so orange anymore.

The good olde days of 1999 are long gone, Chris Daly's war on Mission gentrification is over--"La Mission" lost and the gentrifying forces of decades past are moving back--and the neighborhood's transition towards Noe Valley is cemented (hell, realtors are already carving up the neighborhood). With rising rents, a fleeing art scene and neighborhood concerns shifting towards public drinking, the same types of bleed-edge cool that made the Mission accessible in the late-80s/early-90s are packing up their bags and settling in all parts of Oakland (this very blog has lost two contributors to Oakland in recent months). Well, according to THE OAKBOOK, Oakland is now experiencing the same gentrification woes that the Mission experienced during the dot-com boom:
[Moving into West Oakland is] a trend that started earlier in parts of North Oakland - young white families or singles moving into neighborhoods that had been predominately black or Latino. Gentrification is usually derided by people who are concerned the old residents are being pushed out of their neighborhoods. The fact that parts of West Oakland are being transformed is particularly striking because the area has been the heart and soul of Oakland’s African American community, historically and culturally.
It also speaks to a citywide trend - the dramatically decreasing African American population. From its peak as 47 percent of the population in 1980, the proportion has dropped to 29.8 percent, according to the U.S. Census American Community Survey in 2006 -08. Between 2000 and 2008, 34,000 African Americans left the city, the largest exodus in Oakland’s history. It would seem that Oakland’s days as a predominately black city, with the attendant influence on politics and culture, are numbered.
That's right, young white people, in search of cheaper rents, better street art and music (I mean, Third Eye Blind vs. E-40 COMEON), are throwing their hands up in the air and moving across the Bay. What does this mean for Oakland and it's African-American population? Well, OAKBOOK is putting together a multi-part series on exactly that, but you're going to have to wait for it (hint: it doesn't look good). In the meantime, what's happening to the Mission? With the cost of living in the Mission going up and the quality of weekends in the neighborhood plummeting (remember the days, like, in 2008, when the bars were not fucking packed all the time?), it's no surprise that there are more fixies in the Richmond and more rocking house parties in West Oakland. Is the Mission a sinking ship (with Dolores Park being our life raft)?
(photo of the Heart and Dagger Saloon beer garden by Paula Wirth)

Reader Aimee Ellis spotted this yesterday:
WHAAAAAAAAA? Have you already seen this car around town? Pretty HILARIOUS.
On her personal internet weblog, she adds:
I’m speechless. Yes- the back of the car says “STAY BROWN LA MISSION”. I have a few questions for the driver of this car if anyone knows who it is:
1) Is this an announcement you are making as the owner of this fine vehicle?
2) If this was not done on your own accord, do you know WHAT the hell you did that resulted in this being tagged onto your car?
3) If this was in fact retaliatory do you feel that you have now learned your lesson?
4) Did your co-workers / neighbors / friends see your car, and if so did they laugh at you?
Dunno. Cannot imagine that anyone who owns a "Smart Car" would voluntarily spray "STAY BROWN" all over their hatch. Seems like this is a Noe Valley vehicle that parked on the wrong side of Mission St. on a trip to Range. Either that or we are just being viral marketed too.

Remember when the city of Oakland rose up against Foot Locker's reign of terror and thwarted their menacing plans to sell kicks? Well, apparently Mission kids couldn't handle being upstaged by our revolutionary neighbor and opted to take over the T-Mobile building on Mission St. in order to protest Gavin Newsom's gentrification agenda. Mission Loc@l reports:
A group of housing activists occupied the vacant second floor of a building on the corner of 20th and Mission Streets Monday night and said they don’t plan to leave unless they are forced out.
T-Mobile occupies the first floor.
“We are going to vote with crowbars,” said one protester at the rally that began at 5:50 p.m. at the 16th Street BART Station.. Unlike other anti-
Of course, it wouldn't be an anti-gentrification protest without "the vehicle of gentrification" helping transport the audio equipment:

Way to go, guys.
(Link - all photos Mission Loc@l)


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