Déjà vu all over again
april 24, 2000. Tim Redmond must wonder why he ever bothers to write
anything new. In the spring of 1983 the future executive
editor of the Bay Guardian recorded a few trenchant
observations in a series entitled "There’s Big
Trouble in Highrise City":
The dire warnings of two decades of urban
environmentalists and neighborhood activists have now
come true,… and with a passion: both the major
bridges serving San Francisco are now filled to
capacity each morning and evening, creating massive
traffic jams as outlying Bay Area residents commute to
their jobs in the city.
…Environmental Sciences Associates admitted that
"Downtown office workers who would desire housing
in San Francisco but would be unable to find [it]
would be forced to seek housing in other Bay Area
communities."
…The [Planning] department’s… action fulfills
the worst fears of highrise foes who were reluctant to
believe an administrative program directed by the
Planning Department would ever result in stricter
controls on downtown development.
In April 1983 many San Franciscans saw monsters
lurking just outside their door, waiting for the
opportunity to come in and destroy the affordable,
diverse neighborhoods they prized. Today even Supervisor
Leslie Katz and her colleagues at the Planning
Department have adopted Redmond’s perspicacious tone:
The supply of housing units in the City has not
kept pace with the demand for housing created by…
new employees. Due to this shortage of housing,
employers will have difficulty in securing a labor
force, and employees, unable to find decent and
affordable housing, will be forced to commute long
distances, having a negative impact on quality of
life, limited energy resources, air quality, social
equity, and already overcrowded highways and public
transport.
In April 1983, the monsters went by the name of
highrises; in April 2000, we call them dot.com’s. New
garb, old guys. The threat is the same.
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In 1986 the voters of San Francisco thought they
could drive back the highrise monsters by passing
Proposition M, which sharply limited the yearly
construction of office space and inserted new growth
guidelines into the city’s Master Plan. As a
consequence, developers have to pay a variety of fees to
alleviate the extra burdens that their presence adds to
housing, transportation, and educational facilities. At
least, that was the original intent. But in practice,
the requirement means that developers with money to
throw around can develop pretty much as they wish.
Nevertheless, Prop M has managed to put a lid on
downtown building so that, until recently, the annual
quota has rarely been challenged. But no one back in
1986 foresaw the dot.com invasion of the early 21st
century. This year’s construction has already reached
the cap of 950,000 square feet. Proponents want to
encourage what they see as a wave of prosperity;
opponents want to prevent what they see as a tidal wave
of destruction. To channel the flow of these
"business services" — "to get them
classified and make them play by the same rules"
— Katz has proposed a number of changes to the Master
Plan. Dot.com’s, now bearing the respectable rubric of
research, development, and technology, will be required
to pay more than anyone else for the privilege of
setting up shop; in exchange, they will be allowed to
set up as many shops as they like.
The 55-page proposed amendment to the planning code
doesn’t continue the story to the next chapter, but
one possible version already exists in outline form.
New-technology firms will continue to buy up old
buildings and nicely renovate them as office — oops!
RDT — space. Desiring to live in the neighborhood
where they work, their high-paid employees will
willingly pay inflated prices for nearby houses or newly
created condos. Displaced by the high-rollers, the area’s
current residents will have no choice but to move
elsewhere, probably outside the city. For them, the RDTs’
promise of jobs and contributions to affordable housing
will come too little, too late.
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In all the discussions of the multimedia menace (or
multimedia miracle, if you’re on the other side), one
word is never spoken: class. Yet that’s what the
brouhaha is really all about — that old warhorse known
as the class struggle. The terms of engagement have
changed. It’s no longer a question of management or
capitalists or bosses exploiting workers. Instead, the
very work that sustained and defined workers is being
abolished, exported to lower-paying countries and
replaced by hi-tech jobs at home. The folks at San
Francisco Partnership and elsewhere have suggested
that, in fact, their space contains not offices but
multimedia and digital "industries." Never at
the height of the American labor movement did steel
workers or shipbuilders enjoy the disposable income of
these new techies.
The two sides don’t speak the same language, as
recent events in the vicinity of 16th and
Mission demonstrate. Problems abound in the area,
including an unusually high rate of heroin abuse, but
services are scarce. For the past several years, a
coalition of neighborhood groups has worked to establish
a drop-in center where people could find drug
counseling, employment services, or simply a place to
sit and talk. They found a likely spot in the former
Kragen Auto Parts store and persuaded the Department of
Human Services to include the project in this year’s
budget. Suddenly, the appropriation disappeared. The Chronicle
reported that parents of children attending nearby
Marshall Elementary School objected, although it’s
hard to understand how a plan to get people off
the streets could be offensive. Chris
Daly, coordinator of Mission Agenda, has another
explanation: There were also complaints that the center
would be too near a transit hub. A couple of weeks after
the project was killed, Dallas-based Eikon Investments
announced plans to convert the old armory at 14th
and Mission to office space, mainly for Internet-related
businesses. One reason given for the choice of the site
was its proximity to a transit hub.
For a time after the passage of Proposition M, the
chastened monsters kept a wary distance from San
Francisco’s gates. Don’t look now, but I think they’ve
come back.