Downtown Cleveland was so totally insane yesterday that the Cavs rally prevented me from getting to work. I worked from home in the morning—Detroit Avenue was a clusterfuck—then walked downtown. E. 9th Street was impassable, so I camped out on the third floor of the Cleveland Public Library. I had a great indoor vantage point of the latest parade ever.
Of course, on a day when I needed no communication to go wrong, I missed an important early-morning email and my work phone died, so I was in panic mode from 3-5 p.m. And then, as I headed through the Arcade to pick up my bike (I had locked it to a fence on Euclid near E. 9th), the horde came rushing back from Euclid, screaming about a shooting. I called my boyfriend, told him I’d meet him at Rising Star, the coffee shop on the other side, and then the crowd turned around again. I didn’t hear gunshots, but enough people reacted as if there were that I ducked into a cabinet under one of the Arcade’s unused stalls. A woman followed me, and she was screaming and panicking. I was texting my boyfriend and trying to calm her down. It’s an experience I would prefer not to repeat, and I don’t think it’s an acceptable thing for our country to normalize.
I don’t want to dwell on the shooting, which occurred at Euclid and Ontario and resulted in two bullets into the leg of a teenage girl. I don’t like guns, and my stance is that no one deserves them—civilians or cops. As for gun control, there’s right ways and wrong ways to go about it, but we don’t have the luxury of waiting around for the most perfect, righteous solution. I don’t think no fly, no buy is the answer, but given that our elected officials haven’t done much else in the name of making it more challenging to get a gun, I respect it for being a light chip away at the NRA’s stranglehold on our country.
More interesting to me is the way that Cleveland felt like a real, big city yesterday. People walked! People pulled their heavy old Huffys out the garage and rode them downtown! People took transit to such a degree that RTA was seriously, meltdown-level overwhelmed! I couldn’t tell what streets were formally closed off because people were just walking all over them! I am confident that while Cleveland could take home another title in my lifetime, I will never see downtown the way it looked yesterday again. Not every day is a mega-event. But what if just 20 percent of the people who were down there worked in Cleveland (we love our job sprawl in Northeast Ohio) and came to their jobs not by car, but by something else? Cleveland was built for a million people. This is absolutely doable with the right kind of planning, incentivizing, and belief in the fact that density and transportation bring economic benefits beyond what sprawl can offer.
The density thing is also interesting to me in terms of gun rights and control. I’ve lived in cities my entire adult life, and grew up halfway between Baltimore and D.C.—far closer to urban areas than many people. I’ve commuted on public transit. I know from crowds. I’m introverted enough that I don’t get off on being in jam-packed places, but I know, and have personally felt how, the social benefits of being around other people blow away the manufactured isolation of exurbs. But many, many people haven’t had that experience, whether by choice or by inevitability. Yesterday, as people ran screaming from one side of the Arcade to the other, I could hear them yelping or mumbling or pontificating, “What are we supposed to do?” I am not always kind, and the first thing that I thought wasn’t “hide,” or “run,” but “remember that it doesn’t have to be like this, and remember that an Ohio senator just voted against closing gun-ownership loopholes, and how many of you have guns of your own, anyway, and think that you’re in the right, and therefore think access to guns should just carry on the way it’s gone?”
We know that the “good guy with a gun” won’t stop a shooter. I believe that not because of data (though data is lovely), but because I truly don’t understand how, given time and physics, someone could stop a shooter from killing more people in a crowd. I mean, Cleveland police arrested the wrong person for yesterday’s shootings! It sometimes takes intense reconstruction and ballistics research to figure out how a shooting happened! How on Earth is Joe Parma a good enough marksman to take out a shooter on the fly? Yesterday wasn’t a mass shooting. But masses huddled in the Arcade were the perfect targets for one. And I’m willing to bet that many, many of those individuals are gun owners. Ohio is a concealed carry state (I find concealed carry terrifying, by the way. If someone has a gun, I want to know about it), and while we’re populous, we don’t exactly live in close proximity to other people. I think it’s much easier to believe in protecting yourself with a gun when you spend a lot of time in low-density places or outright isolation—in your car, or in your house, in a grocery store or park or restaurant that’s never really crowded. When you regularly interact with other humans, and masses of them, you open yourself up to many more potential threats, but you also receive the benefit of what I believe is still a pretty trustworthy society. And that, I think, is why I don’t believe in guns.
We are finally coming around to the idea that telling women to do things to prevent themselves from rape or assault doesn’t really work; it’s much more important to teach people not to rape or assault in the first place. When do we fit it into our thick, American skulls that a good way to stop the absolutely horrific regular slaughter in this country is to take the guns away?
I said yesterday that I don’t want to see a narrative between LeBron’s return and victory tied to whatever’s going on in Cleveland. Just because millennials live in apartments in downtown Cleveland now, and just because Ohio City’s really hot, doesn’t mean that we are doing that well. The state of Ohio just asked our metropolitan planning organization to help fund a highway through our neighborhoods—and, to pull back for a moment, remember that in the Year of Our Lord 2016 we are planning to build a highway through a city, despite every piece of evidence indicating that it’s a horrible idea.
In early 2003 I got back into NBA ball after a long hiatus (I’d spent my childhood watching Bird’s Celtics but fell out of sports fandom in my teen years and into my early twenties). That spring, I saw an ESPN Magazine cover with some dude on it, labeling him the future of basketball. Curious, I picked it up, and read through the article on a plane flight from California to visit my family in Syracuse. That was my introduction to LeBron, and from then on, I was fascinated to see if he’d live up to the hype. I’ve watched him play in hundreds of games over the last thirteen years, and I can saw without hesitation that he’s the greatest basketball player I’ve witnessed (the caveat here is that I missed the Jordan era almost entirely).
Is he better than Michael? I have no idea. I don’t think it matters. Watching LeBron means watching a transcendent, once-in-a-generation talent—someone so gifted he sometimes seems like a different species—and it’s been an absolute pleasure even when I was rooting against him (which was most of the time). He’s everything we ever hoped he’d be, and anyone who can’t see that due to some kind of “count da ringz!” nonsense doesn’t understand basketball. I’m happy for him and for Cleveland, and I thank him for a series full of moments and box scores that left me shouting out loud in disbelief. As I said on Twitter after game six: he is so, so good, and I will be so sad when he’s not, anymore.
Some bonus Gchat dispatches:
JP: YOUR CITY IS GETTING ATTENTION
JP: CLEVELAND RENAISSANCE
JP: HEALTH LINE, THAT ONE MARKET, LEBRON
AB: and a highway through some of our poorest neighborhoods
JP: LEBRON CAN BLOCK THE HIGHWAY LIKE HE BLOCKED THAT 4TH QUARTER SHOT
the new mural in downtown cleveland if cavs win G7 pic.twitter.com/yr59XY9NwK
— alex (@steven_lebron) June 17, 2016
Several years ago, I presented my (undergraduate!) research on a panel about gentrification and displacement. It was moderated by a PhD candidate from the University of Southern California, and the final comment was provided by a noted housing-policy researcher, who headed a university think tank in the Northeast.
This housing researcher was an academic hero of mine, and his book had greatly informed my work. So it was disappointing when his comment was a rambling mess that essentially put cultural tastes, family rituals, religion, and sports rivalries on the level of race, class, and gender distinctions. My thesis adviser later apologized for his trivialization of the big issues that I and the other panelists were trying to tackle through our work.
But while his comment did seem to dismiss more urgent topics, I’ve warmed to it. The execution was messy, and I expected more nuance from a noted academic, but five years later, I’m not so sure that he was wrong—especially when it comes to sports.
Anna Fahey of Seattle’s Sightline Institute made a tremendously clear point at this past weekend’s YIMBY conference: Facts, and the most strategic of communications, can’t counteract the emotions spurred by a torn-down building, or a block whose population has changed rapidly. When explaining to the public that increased density (in Seattle’s case, executed through measures like HALA) is a good thing, you have to accept that nothing is going to remedy how people feel when they see something that startles them into believing that any kind of neighborhood change is fundamentally negative. Those gut reactions make it tremendously hard to advocate for things like multifamily housing, transportation, variety in zoning, and new construction, all of which are beneficial in the aggregate but do very little to alter affordability significantly on individual blocks.
I think the only thing bigger in its irrationality, dedication, and fervor than opposition to neighborhood change might be sports. And I love that.
I’m a bandwagon Cavs fan. I’m a bandwagon anything fan, because I wasn’t raised by sports fans, and I didn’t watch the entirety of any game, ever, until the Ravens won the Super Bowl in 2012 (and I think that was largely because I watched it on a friend’s projector screen with a stockpile of snacks). I didn’t play sports, and I still don’t understand how plays are executed, really. But in college, because I worked the late shift, I wound up as one of the Diamondback‘s de facto sports copy editors, and I was privileged to copy edit Dave McKenna’s columns while I was at City Paper. I learned about sports by reading box reports and watching YouTube clips and digging into Washington Post archives and absorbing any sort of culturally driven sportswriting; luckily, Grantland launched around this time in my life. But I haven’t felt the desperation for a win until this year’s finals.
Maybe the seed for my Cavs fandom was planted as I walked home through the Mission last year; when the Warriors won the 2015 finals, my neighborhood was silent. My heart was already in Cleveland by that point, and the Cavs’ loss was more palpable than the victory at hand. (Maybe The Town was lit.) Since moving here, I have wanted to watch Cavs games. I’ve never wanted to watch sports before! Game 5 was incredible. I watched Game 6 through my fingers on Thursday in Boulder, Colo. Last night, I watched as much of Game 7 as I could before sprinting to catch my flight out of Denver. I refreshed the score until my plane was too high in the air to receive a signal. And when the flight attendant told us that we won, I cried and cheered with a bunch of strangers. I watched the father and son next to me stream highlights and wipe away tears for two hours. I sat on Twitter and barely kept it together every time I saw that photo of LeBron crying, too. I reread this, one of my favorite sports-and-cities essays of all time, and marveled at how, five-and-a-half years later, I live across the street from the bar that’s mentioned in the first section. The places that Wright Thompson visits in his reporting aren’t abstract concepts to me anymore. They’re in northeast Ohio, which I have chosen to make my home.
Cleveland, and its region, has astounding issues. I do not want to undermine the urgency of housing affordability, but the painful deadlock of fitting in everyone who wants to live in places like San Francisco, or Boulder, or Seattle, or Austin is a challenge faced by a minority of American cities. Here, we are still recovering from the recession. There are vacant houses and vacant lots all over the place. Jobs are not easy to come by, and are likely to be flung into the suburbs. Our transit agency just cut routes and raised fares. Lead paint puts kids in danger, tremendously so if they are poor. Neighborhoods are balkanized by race and class. We could have sentient rocks paying taxes in the city of Cleveland and it would be an improvement over the way the region has eroded our base. We put in bike lanes ass-backwards, buffering curbs instead of protecting riders from cars, ignoring reams of engineering best practices. The long shadow of police brutality is going to haunt us; I dare any of you to forget Tamir Rice. Meanwhile, our politicians and business leaders threw a bunch of money at the RNC, which, like any mega-event, is not going to generate a return on investment, and are presently faffing around about how to attract millennials.
The Cavs’ victory is not going to solve these problems. That’s up to us. And I am near-dreading the lazy narrative about LeBron’s promise-keeping, a sports soap opera that I am totally here for but which I am already dreading seeing dragged by writers (around here, and afar) into a stupid, thoughtless link with Cleveland’s “revitalization.”
But here’s where I think that housing-policy hero of mine wasn’t too off the mark: Nothing may convince someone that their neighborhood is going to be “OK” once they see a condo replacing a single-family home, or a subway-tiled coffee shop replacing a carry-out joint. Conversely, nothing makes us feel good like a championship. My boyfriend and I might have just bought a move-in-ready house on the historically white West Side, in a neighborhood that’s as up-and-coming as Cleveland has got, but I can say with certainty that there were few dry eyes in Collinwood, in Union-Miles, in Glenville, in the suburbs. Sports, as lame as it feels to say, unites like nothing else. We’re all going to remember this.
Nothing has been given to Cleveland in quite some time, in part because we’re unwilling to learn from so many other cities’ mistakes. We’re 10 years behind everybody else and are still making ourselves available for tremendously questionable gifts (see: RNC), while the good things here—particularly the amazing, deep, and extensive community development infrastructure—brings change at a glacial pace that’s hard to definitively celebrate. Even the most thoughtful neighborhood stabilization efforts, which Cleveland still needs, can get derailed by any given individual. How in the world do you get a neighborhood, a city, a region to go all in on anything?
Win a sports championship, that’s how.
As I was taking notes during Sonja Trauss’ kickoff speech yesterday morning, I wrote myself a little sidebar of terms that could’ve populated a YIMBY bingo sheet: ADUs, bike lanes, neighborhood email lists.
You could do that for any conference (imagine the social-justice terminologies that would come up at something like SACRPH; most wouldn’t fit on a single bingo square), but here, where a whole bunch of hyper-concerned, above-average-involved individuals are obviously wrangling with how to bring back what we’re talking about here to where they live—and turn it into something actionable—it made me laugh a bit.
Sonja’s speech was good for this crowd; she’s is the seemingly never-ending font of enthusiasm behind the Bay Area Renters Federation. Much writing has been devoted to her vibe, which rides largely on showing up and making people pay attention to the fact that there are demands in San Francisco for something other than the preservation of the value of historic single-family homes. While I disagreed with her comment on growing up with an anti-suburban bias and seeing that broaden (most of the country lives in suburbs, maybe by honest choice or maybe because we’ve subsidized the hell out of them; regardless, suburbs are still the default operating standard for Where Americans Live), she effectively linked integration with housing affordability. We can’t count on liberals, or even ourselves, to integrate neighborhoods, even as that’s the best way to bring the benefits of mixed-income places to everyone.
There was only one session timeslot today. I went to Anna Fahey’s presentation on communicating Seattle’s Housing Affordability and Livability Index. Anna is the communications director of Seattle’s Sightline Institute and comes from a background of climate communications, another field in which facts don’t play well in the face of high-key emotions. Sightline performed a media audit in advance of the vote on HALA in order to understand how people were talking about the potential of increased density in their neighborhoods. (I realize now that this isn’t Sightline’s first rodeo with media audits and resulting talking points. Here’s something it put together for green jobs.) I need to ask Anna for a copy of density media audit, but the major takeaways were that people aren’t swayed by facts; new buildings (perhaps condos) replacing old favorites is an emotional wave you can’t counteract; “density” scares people but easy, common words like “enough housing” are more palatable. I think all of this is fairly intuitive, but it’s nice to have backed up by research.
Here are some concepts I’m thinking about:
The left, progressivism, what have you: To me, YIMBYism seems borne out of a techno-liberatrian view on regulations, but maybe I get that vibe because I lived in San Francisco and read a lot of the Twitter, the rallying cry of which basically, “Build it all! And also deregulate!” (This is valid.) One thing about this movement that seems weird to me is that there have *always* been affordability problems with housing—increasingly so post-recession, I will grant—but now that it’s smacking those who should be able to afford housing in the face, it’s a marketable problem. I mean, I made $85,000 in San Francisco and paid $1,350 a month to live in a group house on top of a hill. This was not that bad, but my long-term prospects for housing were shared spaces subject to a landlord’s whims. I wasn’t down about this because I was going to leave San Francisco, I knew it. But I get semi-depressed thinking about what I’d have to do to move back to D.C., which is where I actually want to be living. Anyway, there seems to be some sort of dithering over whether YIMBYism is left or right or somewhere in between, and whose party and ideology can best represent the myriad ideas it holds. To be honest, I’m not really sure it matters—some objectively good ideas are liberal, and some are conservative. While I fall well on the liberal side, I also know that the things I love best about, say, public transit and density, like their economic ROI, are straightforwardly conservative. There are some occasions where the market is obviously straining against regulations (San Francisco), and other places where sensible regulations could provide a check on an inefficient market (Cleveland, or any other mid-size, middle-America city).
Who’s here: I’ve only met one person who works for an elected official. There are many advocates here, some full-time at organizations like Sightline and some volunteers. The people who aren’t day-job YIMBYs seem largely to work in software. There are a few people affiliated with what seem to be socially responsible developers. Even though this is an unconference and you didn’t need to provide any credentials to attend, I am definitely the outlier in that my employment does not match my personal interests whatsoever, that I am from Cleveland, and that I’m not the leader of some sort of initiative. It’s cool, #YIMBY2016, I’m not too proud of myself either; I’d happily take on the mantle of Cleveland’s full-time transportation advocate as soon as I find a grant that will allow me to quit my job and still pay my mortgage. Geographically, there is a whole bunch of San Francisco, Seattle, Portland, and Boston people, in addition to our hosts in Boulder. I am doing my best to speak up for the not-so-hot areas of the nation. (This blog may just turn entirely into an attempt to speak up for the not-so-hot areas of the nation.)
Who are we going to talk to in the future: This entire thing is so blatantly white, it’s almost painful. It feels…squicky? I understand that it was the first year and that donors for this kind of conversation are not exactly plush. I feel incredibly lucky to have received a scholarship that covered my airfare and hotel stay even though I don’t do this kind of work full-time. (I used to pay out of pocket to go to APA for my own personal enrichment, and it was steep.) And isn’t it really important to pull in the people who aren’t directly engaged in this? I think everyone was sensitive to the diversity issues, and to be fair, there was a surprising fluidity in age and gender. But the whiteness was real. We gotta do better next year.
How much do people dislike stuff just because it looks new: Famously, people once hated bungalows. Is there kneejerk opposition to condos in part because they are generally snoozy glass boxes? The opposition to new housing is complex and multi-layered. But I can’t help but think that design plays a role.
Nothing is a monolith: #notallliberals, #notallconservatives, #notallsuburbs, #notallcities. Everything contains multitudes! The affordability and supply problems facing Seattle and San Francisco are actually not limited to Seattle and San Francisco, though they work differently in different places. For example, I just saw a neighbor in my Facebook feed bemoaning the new construction of single-family homes on empty lots, because they cost $200,000, and who would pay for that? We don’t need those in the Shoreway! But, we do, because the Shoreway is one of maybe four Cleveland neighborhoods that’s in demand. If we don’t build now, we’re going to be facing Seattle-ish problems later. I have infinite examples of this. But I think it’s useful to remember that while we’re all special snowflakes, there’s a lot to learn from other places.
Reposting this from my Facebook. This is where this should’ve gone, anyway. Many updates coming soon, I hope.
This time eight years ago, I was in the process of transferring out of CU-Boulder. Like many college freshman, I realized that my chosen university was not a great fit for me, and fled to something more manageable. (Go Terps.) I wound up at Boulder in the first place because CU is one of the few schools with an undergraduate urban planning program, and that’s what I wanted to do. It’s still what I want to do. I am generally bummed out that it’s not the thing I do, and in the time since my freshman year I’ve made a career out of false starts in that direction.
I was graciously granted a scholarship to #yimby2016 this weekend, a coalition that I hope will spark a more reasonable discourse, and result in better policies, around affordability, livability, and transportation in cities of every size in our country. It’s meaningful that I’m able to attend a conference about these issues adjacent to the place I believed would give me what I needed to break into those fields.
As goofy as it sounds, I often feel like planning, transportation, and land use are parties whose doors I’m scrabbling at, begging to be let in. I especially want to be doing this work in Cleveland, which, for all its seemingly intractable complications, *will* someday face San Francisco and D.C.-esque affordability issues, at a much broader scale than just, say, Ohio City.
I’m excited to be a very small part of what I hope will be a very large movement toward inclusive, accessible places, if only for just a weekend.
I left D.C. nearly two months ago, on April 22. I’ve started and stopped half a dozen posts about living in San Francisco since then.
Driving across the country was amazing. I couldn’t have done it without my best buddy in snacks and X-Files, Matt.
I miss real summer weather. I miss biking home at 2 a.m. in jorts, buzzed and listening to whatever anthemic song I’ve turned into a security blanket (currently, all of these; oh my God, they are perfect). I miss my friends. I wrote about more things that I miss on Tumblr.
But the job was worth it: I’m learning things, there are resources at my disposal, I get to deal with really compelling content, and I feel as if I’m appropriately compensated. Do you want to work for Gensler? We are hiring about a bazillion people right now! Corporate life is pretty sweet.
I’m on the board of Young Professionals in Transportation, which is amazing. I am hoping to do some work with and for Trace and Storefront Lab. I should be pitching and writing more, but we have Chromecast (and Chris bought a hulk of a router), so I’m really just watching a lot of Netflix.
I have a lot of thoughts about San Francisco as a city—how it’s a “worse” D.C., how gentrification is manifesting itself here, how from a top-down level it just doesn’t take care of itself. I have a lot of questions about why the East Bay hardcore scene didn’t grow into something analogous to the current D.C. punk scene. Riding a bike here isn’t fun, not because of the hills but because of the drivers. Maybe someday I’ll write about these things.