At Quillette Michael Totten profiles Portland, the city in which he’s lived for all of his adult life. Here’s the kernel of the piece:
In the early days, thousands of people took to the streets and demanded police accountability and reform. Most of the protesters were my middle class neighbors, and the vast majority of them were peaceful. A minuscule percentage broke windows, looted stores, and set fires. But as time went on, the mainstream protesters were more or less satisfied that their point had been made, and they had excellent reasons to believe this: the Oregon legislature enacted a comprehensive reform package with blazing speed, and Portland police drove around saying “Portland, we hear you†through loudspeakers. So nonviolent reform-minded protesters returned to their lives and to their jobs (if they still had jobs).
The black-clad criminal contingent didn’t stay home. They returned to the streets, night after night, throughout the entire summer and into the fall and even the winter, not to protest but to carry out what they call “direct actionâ€â€”violent assaults against local businesses, police stations, the police union headquarters, the federal courthouse, and the private homes of local officials. They wore body armor. They threw bricks, frozen water bottles, and even Molotov cocktails at the cops. They returned night after night without letup as if brawling in the streets were their job. The recently passed police reforms were not even acknowledged. Most combatants were military-age white men.
Portland suddenly felt less like Amsterdam and more like perennially riot-stricken Paris during one of its bad months, as if Portland were experiencing something akin to an autoimmune disorder, where the body’s immune system attacks healthy tissue. Protests are not riots, and riots are not protests. Protests are constitutionally protected activities vital to any functioning liberal democracy. Riots are violent crimes punishable by imprisonment. Activists, journalists, and politicians alike have a terrible habit of using the terms interchangeably. They might as well use fire and ice as synonyms if they can’t keep these opposites straight.
Although he’s writing about Portland I suspect that many of the U. S.’s major cities are now too expensive, too violent, and, at least in Chicago’s case, too corrupt to hold onto their populations so they’re voting with their feet. Who leaves and who stays will be the next big questions.
Until I was twelve, I lived in rural Massachusetts, on the New Hampshire border. The neighborhood was a small cluster of houses surrounded by forest, swamps and farms. The local main road was a country road barely two lanes wide. Didn’t have a center stripe. It was idyllic. In 1984, for work reasons, my wife and I moved to a small rural town in north-central Ohio. Again, our house is isolated. The closest neighbor is 100 yards away, the next closest is two hundred. The area is farms and forest. The 3-C main drag is a half mile away, but our street is again barely two lanes. You go by a truck on the shoulder; hope they do, too. In between, some twenty years I schooled, lived and worked in large cities: Boston (Dorchester) and Columbus, Ohio (Westerville).
Last week, there was a shoot-out between two black gangbangers in Polaris Fashion Center, a mid- to up-scale mall just outside Columbus on the northern limb of the I-270 outer belt. TV showed masses of people running from the mall a many police entering. This was the first gang incident, but it will not the last. The mall is doomed to close. Two other Columbus malls were shut down awhile ago by black gang violence: Northland, a mid-scale mall in northern Columbus, and City Center, a decidedly up-scale mall downtown. There was a killing in the main entrance to City Center.
Until you live a few years in a rural setting, you do not know how stressful urban life is. Much of urban crime and violence, even protest movements like BLM/Antifa, may be due simply to the population density. Our Ruling Class, all of whom live in really big cities, are certainly insane.
Moving to the country is detoxification and rehabilitation. Of course, I’m pretty feral nowadays. I couldn’t stand living in suburban towns with 50 foot frontages and 5,000 sq ft lots. All of our relatives do.
I hope all of you get the chance to move to a rural setting. Just don’t move to my street.
God Bless.
Very nice article. I have tried to avoid reading national level articles on Portland and instead read stuff by Portland writers. He seems to agree.
Steve
I don’t always agree with Michael but he is a good writer.