The video of grown men attempting to oust kids from a soccer field was a blow to my SF gut. Today, the San Francisco Bay Guardian announced it will cease its publication, and this is a blow to my SF soul.
San Francisco has been resting on its reputation for some time now. It used to be a place that freaks came to be accepted, where people came to be themselves, and where we all realized that we’re all just freaks in the end. In the past ten years, one-by-one, elements that made this city what it was began to fall. I’ve never been apart of such change before, and this is the kind of change that is overbearing and hard to watch. It makes me sad and it strips me of my optimism. I am unsure if this is the time for me to leave, or if it is the perfect time to stay and work to hold onto the place that made me into the woman proudly interested politics, has never had a drivers license, loves to vote, buys only organic, and grew up singing “recycle, reduce, reuse and close the loop – you can close the loop.”
I recently met a girl who was the music columnist for the SFBG, and was stoked to tell her that I still respect and rely on the Guardian for my political choices, and trust that is still has my OG Left wing back at heart.
Sitting here trying to remind myself why SF is still so great, but I am reminded day in and day out that it may not be mine for much longer.