Remember that post we did that post a few weeks back about about “What a 20something Sees When He Looks at Bernalwood?” That was the one where we shared a “review” of our neighborhood written by a young Bernal resident who described it as “the personification of well-known San Francisco stereotypes.” (Good times!) This generated lots of chatter from the Bernalwood Commentariat, including one by a reader who goes by the handle Welcome Wagon.
Welcome Wagon — who has apparently lived in Bernal for quite some time — provided a wizened perspective on today’s Bernal Heights that’s a brilliant must-read:
They have babies. They have dogs. They have unlimited lines of credit at the bank of mom and dad. They clog the sidewalks with their SUV baby carriages. They have jobs like “I blog” or “I consult on branding” or I teach yoga and visualization”. They are entitled and tend to complain to the city about every little thing. They dislike my parking my 1981 car in front of their houses. They complain to one another over their lattes about the older residents not keeping up their properties.
And because of them:
You just can’t get good quality crack on Cortland anymore. (that pictured gathering at Cortland and Ellsworth would have been Alemany crack dealers 30 years ago.) There’s a grocery store in the ‘hood where once was a putrid hole much worse than JC Super. You can walk on Cortland after dark. There are actually children in the playground behind the library–not drug dealers. There’s a bakery! And I won’t even mention, well OK, I will mention that they’ve done wonders for our property values.
Having the neighborhood become a yuppie rookery is a small price to pay for the benefits of gentrification.
PHOTO: Thomas Hawk