California Names DEI Sanctuary City! - And Then The Bitchiness Began

San Francisco has always been a gay haven - the epicenter, actually, of gayness in America. Although only a shadow of its former pre-AIDS self, the Castro is still home to a significant number of gay men and women and an up-and-coming center for transgender artistry.  So it is no surprise that the city was named as the country's first DEI Sanctuary City, a place which welcomed and made space for alternate sexual lifestyles and disenfranchised and marginalized racial minorities.

'Made space for' was the operational meme that made the DEI initiative so trenchant and forward-thinking, for although the city was constrained by constitutional codicils, it intended institute a carrot-and-stick policy for the out-migration of white, straight residents. The city council, which never retreated from its deeply progressive roots, voted unanimously to change the municipal charter from one which simply guaranteed the minority rights to one which offered asylum, refuge, protection, and opportunity for the underserved, marginalized, and discriminated against. 

Robert Malkin, a councilman who had been in Madagascar during the time of Maoist President Didier Ratsiraka and had been impressed by his progressive population resettlement program ('Life, Longevity, And Good Living' according to which he refashioned Antananarivo into a solidly democratic working class city by removing all voyoux - unproductive layabouts, dissidents, and political naysayers - and removing them to rural communities in the east of the country where, he said, they would live together under vigilant supervision, happy in their newfound civility and patriotism. 

Of course, these resettlement areas were malaria-ridden hellholes, more verdant concentration camps than forest idylls, but the San Francisco council member, a young, enthusiastic and idealistic progressive, never bothered to look beyond the formal declaration and the flowery text; and took with him on his departure, the hopes of reproducing this enlightened sense of polity. 

So the city council, prompted and guided by member Malkin, developed a plan to remake the city - or at least parceled zones of it - into a sexual minority-only enclave of justice, compassion, and harmony. Straight whites who lived there at the time of the reform would be offered generous subsidies to move elsewhere.  Thanks to canny legal advice, the stick part of the legislation was well camouflaged and remained barely within constitutional jurisdiction, but the message was clear - this place is not for you. 

In another nod to President Ratsiraka, the city council developed what they considered a fair and equitable population distribution policy, and was sure to 'make space' for each of the mesmerizing number of options on the gender scale and to be sure that racial representation was assured.  Black male-to-female and Latino female-to-male transgenders were given equal opportunity, but things got tougher and tighter when they debated how and in what numbers agenderflux, ceterogender, epicene girlflux, and genderwitched should be counted.  

'Don't get tangled in the weeds', said councilperson Corinne (aka and formerly known as Caulfield) Phillips. 'Keep in mind the need, the desperation, and the anomie of the disenfranchised', referring to the exodus of the other-gendered from Washington and red state bastions of heterosexual conservatism after the election of Donald Trump. 'These good people will sort things out'. 

The fact was, however, that given the fairy tale generosity of the city, a carte blanche welcome just to be different and conjoined in one diverse community, there was bound to be a competitive edge to the resettlement. Bull dykes, for example, pushed their weight around and intimidated girly girls, ghetto ho's turned all swagger and pimp-walking and took the best apartments, and fey genderpucks took a back seat to the more outspoken genderfuzz and got cramped basement apartments. 

The streets of the new, engineered community, were as lively as any inner city.  Instead of malt liquor and Kools, residents drank Chardonnay and smoked weed but they all hung out on stoops and public parks, but they did so with a whiny, unsettling bitchiness.  Everyone took umbrage, and the hoped for communality, an asylum amidst a hostile, conservative world, never materialized. 

'Cunt!, shouted LaShonda Evans, queen bee of _____Street to her black sister turning upside-down, rear-end tricks behind the antique store.  'What the fuck you doin', girl? Get the fuck outta my patch', and pulled a blade on her; but the sister had been a garbage man before gender reassignment, hauling white trash in Pacific Heights, built like a dump truck, a mean muthafucka whose transformation had been only partly successful, and wrenched the blade from LaShonda as easily as picking a boll of cotton. 

That was just on one streetcorner, and a drone contracted by the council captured one altercation after another, sequins, falsies, and codpieces going every which way, hoarse basso profundos and high fluty sopranos squawking and howling from dawn to dusk and all through the night. 

The problem was market distortion.  Just as the most liberal rent control legislation in the nation resulted in hundreds of housing units vacant and unlisted, so the DEI community suffered from excess liberalism.  If everything is given away, then a free-for-all will necessarily and absolutely follow.  Only market pricing results in equitable housing.  

Eliminating sales taxes and putting artificial ceilings on goods and services can only result in gold rush demand, shortages, and consumer complaints. 'There is no such thing as a free lunch', reiterated Milton Friedman in Free To Choose, and he would be chuckling at the great Jewish wedding buffet rush of DEI-land. 

 

'The bitch set me up', said Washington, DC Mayor for Life Marion Barry caught by federal agents smoking crack in an Anacostia housing block, and that became the meme across the DEI community as sister turned against sister, old gender ways came out of hiding and former men worked macho trips like it was the Fifties. Squealing - tamped down and kept under wraps in the early days of coming out when normality was the ethos - was now everywhere. 'Oh, just don't', Miranda said to Florence who squealed and began to cry. 

 

Since abusive landlords, police brutality, and elitist rules and regulations were gone - the city had used eminent domain to acquire whole city blocks for the DEI influx, had defunded the police and sent them back to their barracks, and instituted a people-know-best civic code of behavior - nothing worked, buildings became shitholes of trash and garbage, stores looted, and traffic uncontrolled. 

The whole idea of a largely gay and transgender community - peaceful, loving, and considerate - assumed by the straight population was gone in a flash.  There were no lovely Thai-style ladyboys here.  In a short time the DEI neighborhoods were sinkholes as bad as in any inner city.  Eating from the public trough was not all it was cracked up to be; and who wanted to live with super cunts in the first place?

San Francisco, already dropped off the list of top destinations because of its filth, crime, and homelessness, became the bottom feeder of the nation.  It was only a matter of time until the Trump anti-DEI reforms bit.  States, counties, municipalities, and federal agencies returned to normal, no more aggrieved whining and sniffling. San Francisco reopened the DEI community to private development and before long it was the stamping ground of high-tech geeks and software engineers driving Lambos and Escalades. 

Human nature, Shakespeare amply showed, is permanent, ineluctable, and unavoidable. Aggression, self-interest, territorialism, she-bear defensiveness, acquisitiveness, self-serving jealousy have ruled human society since the first Paleolithic settlements and will continue to do so ad infinitum. So the San Francisco DEI Punch and Judy, vaudevillian, Barnum & Bailey side show should have been no surprise.  When human nature is let loose, things always end up bad.

When President Trump got wind of the 'Frisco Fiasco', he grinned, looked out the window to the Rose Garden, and said, 'Fuck 'em.  I told you so', and one more faded, illusionary, hopeless progressive idea went by the wayside.