This should be mandatory reading for anyone who has experienced San Diego, especially politically, in the last 20 years.
San Diego has been described as Enron-by-the-Sea and a hotbed of corruption on a level that would give New Orleans a run. But what is rarely explored is how we got here and, sadly, why we are in the ubiquitous messes that call America’s Finest City home.
Mike Davis opens up the book with the aptly titled “Next Little Dollar.” It is the best synopsis of San Diego history I have read. Much like he has done with Los Angeles, Davis pulls back the asphalt of development to expose matter-of-factly how the players change but the game remains the same.
San Diego has always tolerated a certain amount of corruption because that is the way it has always been. If you get in with the powers that be, you won’t be punished until the Feds swoop in and, by then, the damage will have been done.
Jim Miller’s “Just Another Day in Paradise?” shows the violent and bloody history of San Diego that could be seen as a work of fiction given how little is known about the city’s history were it not true.
He details the savagery that befell the poor at the turn of the 20th century in what is now the Gaslamp when they tried to organize. Everything from vigilante squads to threats of lynching for exercising the right of free speech, all the classic American methods or repression were honed and employed.
This tradition of thuggary thrived through the Civil Rights era and especially during the Vietnam War. Many lefty publications and HQ’s were attacked, destroyed and infiltrated by the FBI on the grounds of un-American activities. In fact, Pete Wilson first used the “America’s Finest City” phrase as a way to introduce a celebratory week to help San Diegans forget about the nasty war protests.
The 70s through the 90s were a hot time for labor and the fall of the prevailing business structure. The creation of Chicano Park and protests at Third College at UCSD sent shock waves throughout the establishment.
The point is made that even though San Diegans joined in the flag pornography that sprouted on SUVs after the Iraqi invasion that recruitment levels remained flat. It’s a fitting reminder that the interests that boost the city are atop a seething caldron that knows something is very wrong. This leaves a city in transition with no clear winners yet and an old guard doing what it can to hang on.
Kelly Mayhew’s “Life in Vacationland” reads like a San Diego Reader cover story with others telling their individual tales of living in San Diego. It’s a nice human-interest piece that concludes this book leaving a vague taste much like the city.
There doesn’t seem to be much tying these three essays together except for the topic, yet I still think this is an important book because these three authors are grappling with a history that is being intentionally sacrificed for the tourist dollar.
It’s akin to being the first ones at an archeological site; it takes a few theories before a real story can emerge from the fragments left behind.
Their conclusion says it all:
We hope, in the first place, that this will be a useful tool for activists and stimulate further explorations of San Diego’s controversial past, especially the neglected histories of labor and communities of color. We also have faith that this will annoy some of the rabid radio talk-show hosts, sports franchise publicists, downtown renewal cheerleaders, and Pentagon lobbyists who too often pass themselves off as “San Diego public opinion.” This is a partisan book, dedicated to the San Diego Left, past and present, and it is meant to sting.