City Hall (1)
by h. brown
|When in the course of human events, one gets fired from
the SF Sentinel Ö for the second time Ö one owes an explanation to
|-- Thomas Jefferson meets h. brown
I donít think Willie Brown deserves any respect. Thatís why I say such
terrible things about him. If my writing causes him some discomfort, I
have begun to fulfill my goal.
I feel exactly the same way about pretty much everyone in the Brown
political machine. It is composed mostly of people who have sold out their
race or their class in exchange for money or power or both. Such people
should not be feted. They should be locked up. However, since they control
the police force and most of the judges, thatís not likely to happen. In
many ways, I feel like the field mouse in the cartoon, who is caught in
the middle of a pasture by an eagle. Poor little fellow is wearing baggy
bib overalls with one broken strap but there is spunk in the tiny loser.
As he realizes his helpless situation against the overwhelming talons and
power of the eagle screaming mercilessly toward him, he doesnít cower.
Nope. We see him from the rear in the cartoon with the dive-bombing eagle
feet away from snatching him. The mouse? The mouse is standing perfectly
erect and he is giving the eagle the finger! The cartoon (wish I could
attribute here, but I donít know who did it) the cartoon is entitled ďThe
Last Great Act of Defiance.Ē
Until I am forced from San Francisco or get bored, I will continue to
be that little mouse standing in front of City Hall with middle finger
If I can make the people chasing people of color (20% of SFís blacks
left the city since Brown has been mayor cause they canít afford to live
here) Ö people of color and musicians and artists and writers and dancers
and families and dogs and cats Ö if I can make these people who have
chased my brothers and sisters from the city a bit uncomfortable as they
partake of their ill-gotten gains Ö if I can do that Ö Iíve succeeded.
My work can be found daily at my own site at
I will continue to contribute to the San Francisco Call at
www.sfcall.com and columns appearing
there will be reprinted in the Bulldog after one week.
I donít have the patience or energy of either Betsey Culp (Call
publisher & chief writer) or Patrick Murphy (Sentinelís one-man band). My
own site will compete with them in no way. Other than my own daily column,
my web presence will initially contain little more than an invitation to
watch several novels in progress. The first is my own. As yet untitled, it
will be a compilation of the 300 or so columns Iíve written since I first
met most of you some three years ago. I plan to add some sex, drugs & rock
ní roll & a general description of the people (elected & otherwise) who
run this city. Probably no more than a few hundred people in San Francisco
can understand my columns completely because they donít know the names or
job descriptions of the people I have profiled since 2000. I want to
correct that in the novel. In the novel, youíll learn what the Controller
is really supposed to do. What the Controller was doing in 1938 & what the
present Controller does and has been doing for the past 20 years. Same
with the Sheriff.
You get the idea. It is a work in progress. Those of you whose names I
misspell, consider yourself lucky. Those of you who feel slandered, just
ask & Iíll be happy to change your name or correct factual errors. Iím
betting that 100 years from now, your progeny will wish youíd said
nothing. I am a keen observer and ultimately a generous biographer. No one
else in this city tells the truth about you.
And as for you citizens, most of the people I write about would like
nothing more than to leave you completely confused. Iíll give you their
actual connections and motivations. Oddly, like a monster storm gathering
before you, they often have a terrible beauty in their greed and
ruthlessness. If you like great art and beautiful people and conspicuous
consumption, these are the masters. I donít, as Iíve often said, make
these people up. I only describe them. Incidentally, in an odd turn of
events made possible by the computer revolution, the movie just might be
out before the novel is completed. Be worried, Gavin.
There are presently plans for several other writers to join the site
and a couple of poets. All have works in progress they want to make
available to my audience. If you want to join, let me know. Until then Ö
An adieu to Da Sentinel and Ö hello, you beautiful little Bulldog.
Write me: firstname.lastname@example.org