I got off to a rocky start in reporting this semester. I really wanted my beat to be the Castro, a neighborhood that I wanted to explore as a young, gay man and aspiring journalist. However, my professor said it best – I had to get away from my personal perspective and my comfort zone. I have to be able to cover subjects and areas that are unfamiliar to my personal life.
I decided to go with the Western Addition as my beat neighborhood. It wasn’t any other student’s first choice, but it intrigued me because of its central location in San Francisco. It’s also one of the few neighborhoods in the city that I knew absolutely nothing about, aside from Geary Boulevard running straight through it from downtown to the beach.
I remember my first walk down Geary. I started off at the Honey Baked Ham store on Divisadero; fond memories of Christmas dinners with my family came to mind. But my family wasn’t there with me to guide me step by step as I ventured east into uncharted streets of the Western Addition.
I remember my first walk down Geary. I started off at the Honey Baked Ham store on Divisadero; fond memories of Christmas dinners with my family came to mind. But my family wasn’t there with me to guide me step by step as I ventured east into uncharted streets of the Western Addition.
One of the first areas I got to explore is Hamilton Recreation Center on Steiner Street. The building stood out amidst the homeless people gathering at the base of the concrete overpass walkways that hover over Geary. It had recently been remodeled and has been one of the most inviting public spaces in my beat because of its accompanying green spaces, playgrounds and availability to the community six days a week.
Further down the street, Japan Town became an obsession of mine almost instantly because of its mixture of commercial and traditional spaces. Amidst the almost six square city block space that it occupies, Japan Town allows residents to encounter old San Francisco and the newer elements of technology and architecture that continue to influence our advancing city. A traditional Japanese pagoda occupies the center square of the commercial mall, a relic of the city’s urban renewal project from the 1960s. Directly across, the grandeur concrete and glass New People building houses an art gallery, foreign film theater and futuristic Japanese boutiques and accessory vendors.
I realized I still wasn’t completely out of my comfort zone. I was throwing myself into businesses left and right, self indulging in deserts for one and mini sprees of purchasing Japanese fashion magazines and laying out at the park instead of interviewing extra sources. I knew I had to become more connected with the people that made up the district.
I realized I still wasn’t completely out of my comfort zone. I was throwing myself into businesses left and right, self indulging in deserts for one and mini sprees of purchasing Japanese fashion magazines and laying out at the park instead of interviewing extra sources. I knew I had to become more connected with the people that made up the district.
While newsgathering for my profile assignment, I began to feel more comfortable in dealing with strange people and environments. I was looking for quotes regarding the artist I was profiling. I found my 20-year-old self inside a dive bar on Divisadero. I remember creeping up the bartender and just dropping Winslow Warren’s name, immediately turning the bartender’s puzzled face into an enormous smile. “I love Warren!,” she yelled. These are the types of people and friendships that I really wanted to experience in my newsgathering. Many of the people at the bar - friends, professionals and neighbors alike – said that the diversity of population and variety of environment in the Western Addition is what really brought them together, aside from the cheap happy hour prices.
As I research controversies for my final project, I’m continuing to encounter residents and businesses owners that are willing to share their own history with their neighborhood. There are drug problems. There are constant reports of crime rising, falling, and rising again. The bus lines may be out of whack on even the best days for traffic. I’ve had the pleasure of interviewing some of the most polite high school students with public transportation issues. I’ve had my down times too, struggling with getting complete strangers to give me the time of day in order to get a quote or a little direction in researching stories. Things may not always go our way in life, and people may not always be as nice as your neighborhood bartender. But I’ve learned that there’s nothing worse than holding back and letting fear get in the way of exploring what may be unfamiliar to you. The residents of the Western Addition have taught me that there really is a little bit of everything in the heart of the city.