From the Annals of Street Life: An Oakland tale

I was walking home on Grand Avenue, across the street from Lake Merritt by the Senior Center, when I saw a man in a wheelchair coming toward me, about a half block away. As we neared each other, I noticed the man was holding what appeared to be a sawed-off piece of thick wooden broomstick, about two feet long. When we were about 12 feet from each other, the man deliberately steered his wheelchair directly into my path, brandishing his wooden stick menacingly in the air. He looked at me and said, “Oh, I like this one.”

Oakland’s dirty little secrets are being exposed

I’ve long complained about the secrecy and pettifogging that taint so much of politics in Oakland. We’re never told what deals our electeds make with unions to get their financial support. The various agencies—City Council, Police Commission, etc.—often go into “closed” or secret session despite California’s Ralph M. Brown Act, which “ensures the public’s right to attend the meetings of public agencies.” And now, with this mess about Sheng Thao and California Waste Solutions, it’s becoming even clearer that there’s a vast underground labyrinth of money laundering and clandestine activity occurring out of sight and undermining our democracy in Oakland.

Oakland: A reality check

Readers have often heard me gripe about the San Francisco Chronicle for being so woke. Actually, the newspaper’s coverage of Oakland has been decidedly schizy. On the one hand, they delight in shocking news about murder and crime, portraying Oakland, accurately, as one of the most dangerous cities in America. But then there’s their editorial department, symbolized by opinionators like Justin Phillips, who portrays Oakland as a wonderful place populated by virtuous people of color, and ruined only by crooked, violent cops paid by out-of-town billionaires.