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The Article:<\/strong> Oakland, the Last Refuge of Radical America<\/a> by Jonathan Mahler in The New York Times.<\/p>\n

The Text:<\/strong> The Anti-Capitalist Brigade started gathering early on May Day at Oakland\u2019s Snow Park. There was free coffee, oatmeal, doughnuts, fliers with the day\u2019s agenda and plenty of pot. A \u201cstreet medic\u201d \u2014 \u201cI just finished a wilderness first-aid course,\u201d he told me when I asked about his training \u2014 tended to his first case of the day, a man in his 20s whose leg had been beaten to a purple hue with a metal rod in an overnight fight in the park. Nearby, an organizer reminded protesters to take down the toll-free number for the National Lawyers Guild: \u201cThis is important. Do not put it in your cellphones, because if you get arrested, the cops will take those away. Write it on your bodies. In indelible ink. There are Sharpies on the table.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mayor Jean Quan has feuded with her own police department, complicating the response to Occupy Oakland.<\/p>\n

No central action was planned. A coalition of labor unions had asked Occupy Oakland, with its proven ability to turn out large numbers of militant activists, to blockade the Golden Gate Bridge, but then withdrew the request at the last minute. Instead, thousands of Occupy protesters met at various \u201cstrike stations\u201d and fanned out into the streets with shields and gas masks (or the homemade alternative: bandannas soaked in vinegar), transforming downtown Oakland into a roving carnival of keyed-up militants of every shape and size: graduate students, tenured professors, professional revolutionaries, members of the Black Bloc, dressed like ninjas, their faces obscured.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Joints were passed, but this was not a mellow crowd. A barefoot man known as Running Wolf grabbed an American flag from outside a popular cop bar and dragged it behind him. Packs of protesters charged into businesses, overturning tables, shattering windows and smashing A.T.M.\u2019s. An activist spray-painted vulgarities on the window of a Bank of America branch. The Menace was loose again, as Hunter S. Thompson wrote about a different group of rabble-rousers, the Hell\u2019s Angels. This riot had a soundtrack, too, a cacophony of chants \u2014 \u201cStrike! Take Over!\u201d and \u201cTake Back Oakland! Kick Out the Yuppies!\u201d \u2014 overlaid with beating snare drums and the rhythmic thump-thumping of the police and news helicopters hovering overhead.<\/p>\n

Many businesses were closed, less in solidarity with May Day than out of fear of reprisal from protesters. The rumored targets weren\u2019t just the big corporations, but smaller shops that were the quarry of the so-called antigentrification brigade. In an Occupy Oakland twist on the \u201cSoul Brother\u201d signs that shopkeepers used during the race riots of the 1960s, Awaken, an upscale cafe and art gallery, had plastered its windows with signs reading: \u201cWe are Oakland. We are the 99%.\u201d<\/p>\n

As the swarm made its way down Broadway, shouting, pounding on windows and throwing bottles at stores, two Asian immigrants hastily boarded up their small, sad-looking beauty-supply store. When I tried to talk to one of them, he shooed me away \u2014 \u201cToo busy\u201d \u2014 and reached for another board.<\/p>\n

A few blocks away, I spotted Phil Tagami, a real estate developer who has taken to standing guard in the lobby of his downtown office building with a shotgun during protests. Dressed in black fatigue pants and combat boots, he was scuffling with a group of activists who were trying to force their way into another upscale cafe called Rudy\u2019s Can\u2019t Fail.<\/p>\n

Clusters of cops in riot gear stood impassively outside a few strategic locations. Others jogged around the city in formation. At one point, a few officers knocked a protester in a black hoodie off her bicycle, pushed her facedown on the ground and roughly zip-tied her hands. An angry crowd quickly converged, chanting, \u201cPigs go home!\u201d Then there was a pop \u2014 the firing of a tear-gas canister \u2014 and a cloud of chemical smoke quickly swept across the block, temporarily dispersing the protesters.<\/p>\n

As the activists collected at the intersection outside City Hall, Scott Olsen, a 25-year-old Iraq war veteran who was shot at close range in the head last fall with a beanbag round by the Oakland Police, rolled a cigarette and calmly observed the chaos through glazed blue eyes, his long, stringy blond hair protruding from beneath a protective helmet. He looked less like an ex-Marine than a stoned, skinny teenager who had gotten lost on his way to the skate park. I asked him what brought him out. \u201cI can\u2019t stay home on a day like this,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

Last spring, as the Occupy movement struggled, vainly, to recapture its lost energy in New York and elsewhere, in Oakland it remained vital. Occupy Oakland was the show that wouldn\u2019t close, complete with its own cast of celebrities, including Olsen, the movement\u2019s Ron Kovic; Tagami, the city\u2019s Charles Bronson; its mayor, an ex-radical herself; her countless critics; and Oakland\u2019s infamous police department \u2014 O.P.D.<\/p>\n

In a sense, Oakland is the last place you would expect to find the most stubbornly active outpost of the Occupy movement. It\u2019s a city almost entirely devoid of financial or corporate institutions, a city that \u201ccapital\u201d fled decades ago. The shimmering skyscrapers of downtown San Francisco, packed with Pacific Heights investment bankers and venture capitalists, are all of 12 minutes away. Silicon Valley, bursting at the seams with dot-com millionaires, isn\u2019t much farther. Why not take the fight there, to a more plausible surrogate for Wall Street?<\/p>\n

Maybe because Occupy Oakland, whether its leaders have articulated it or not, isn\u2019t a protest against what Oakland is, but rather what it\u2019s in danger of becoming. Oakland may be broke, but all of the wealth being generated in its immediate vicinity needs someplace to go, and some of that wealth is already beginning to find its way to Oakland, to a place that has long been the catch basin of America\u2019s radical energies and personalities.<\/p>\n

Why are radicals so inexorably drawn to Oakland? The cheap rents don\u2019t hurt (free, if you\u2019re willing to squat in an abandoned house or industrial space, and hundreds apparently are). Oakland is urban, dangerous and poor \u2014 fertile social conditions for inciting revolution. What\u2019s more, it has a long, easily romanticized history of militancy. America\u2019s last citywide strike, in 1946, took place there; the Black Panthers were born in Oakland; and David Hilliard, a former Black Panthers chief of staff, still gives three-hour tours of the movement\u2019s local landmarks and sells his own line of Black Panthers hot sauce: \u201cBurn Baby Burn.\u201d<\/p>\n

Running parallel to this history of political militancy is a history of lawlessness. In the early 1970s, when the Hell\u2019s Angels were scandalizing America, their most infamous clubhouse was located in East Oakland. The Oakland native Felix Mitchell was one of the first to scale up corner drug-dealing into a multimillion-dollar, gang-controlled business. On his death \u2014 he was stabbed in Leavenworth in 1986 \u2014 the city gave him a hero\u2019s send-off: thousands came out to see his coffin borne through his old East Oakland neighborhood by a horse-drawn carriage trailed by more than a dozen Rolls Royces and limousines.<\/p>\n

In Oakland, the revolutionary pilot light is always on. At the dawn of the 20th century, the Oakland writer and social activist Jack London said this to a group of wealthy New Yorkers: \u201cA million years ago, the cave man, without tools, with small brain, and with nothing but the strength of his body, managed to feed his wife and children, so that through him the race survived. You on the other hand, armed with all the modern means of production, multiplying the productive capacity of the cave man a million times \u2014 you are incompetents and muddlers, you are unable to secure to millions even the paltry amount of bread that would sustain their physical life. You have mismanaged the world, and it shall be taken from you.\u201d<\/p>\n

It\u2019s a dream that still exists in Oakland \u2014 that the world can be taken from the haves and delivered to the have-nots. Like all dreams that are on the brink of being extinguished, its keepers cling to it with a fierceness that is both moving and an extreme exercise in the denial of the reality that is at their door.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not afraid to call myself a Communist,\u201d the rapper and activist Boots Riley told me one morning last spring in the kitchen of his weather-beaten yellow Victorian house in Oakland\u2019s Lower Bottoms section. \u201cI think some people call themselves everything but, because they don\u2019t want to associate themselves with the failures and mistakes that other folks who have called themselves Communists have made. But Christians don\u2019t stop calling themselves Christians just because some other Christians made some mistakes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Riley was getting dressed as we talked, combing out his black-power Afro with a cake cutter, a once-popular African-American grooming accessory that he now has to order from online cooking sites. He covered his face unevenly with shaving cream and carefully sculptured his prominent sideburns \u2014 tapered muttonchops that stretch to the corners of his mouth like a pair of giant peninsulas. Virtually anywhere else, Riley would look and sound about as out of place as someone speaking Old English in colonial dress. But in Oakland, a kind of Amish village of retro-radicals, he makes perfect sense.<\/p>\n

When Riley first visited Occupy Wall Street\u2019s encampment in New York, it didn\u2019t do much for him. \u201cIt bothered me that there was no agenda,\u201d he said. \u201cJust a lot of folks saying, \u2018I don\u2019t have an answer.\u2019 \u201d But Occupy Oakland felt different. \u201cOur strategy is not just to get people to say, \u2018We don\u2019t like the banks,\u2019 \u201d he said. \u201cThis is about getting folks to confront the system where they are.\u201d<\/p>\n

In Oakland, Riley is radical royalty, which in hard-left circles helps offset the somewhat credibility-undermining fact that he\u2019s also a legitimate hip-hop star, albeit one with a mostly cult following. His father was an N.A.A.C.P. pioneer, militant organizer and civil rights lawyer who met Riley\u2019s mother at a 1968 student strike at San Francisco State University. Hanging in Riley\u2019s kitchen is a picture of him as an infant, clutching a copy of Frantz Fanon\u2019s \u201cThe Wretched of the Earth,\u201d an anti-colonialist manifesto that was required reading for radical \u201960s activists.<\/p>\n

Many local radicals come to Oakland via a nearby U.C. campus: Berkeley, Davis or Santa Cruz. Riley is Oakland-bred. The first action he ever led, at age 15, was a strike to protest budget cuts at his predominantly black public high school. The rapping came later, after the rise of politically conscious, militant hip-hop. There\u2019s a long history of popular musicians taking up revolutionary causes. Riley inverted the equation: He was a revolutionary who turned to music to get his message out to more people. His band is called the Coup \u2014 as in coup d\u2019\u00e9tat.<\/p>\n

Riley\u2019s politics are extreme. He doesn\u2019t want to see capitalism reformed; he wants to see it toppled. \u201cWe need a system that\u2019s not based on profit, but that\u2019s based on helping people, that\u2019s based on some sort of mutual control of resources,\u201d he says.<\/p>\n

Recently, Riley has been trying to channel the radical energies that Occupy Oakland unleashed. He\u2019s less interested in smashing windows \u2014 \u201cthat\u2019s a tactic that . . . immediately draws a line between you and the people\u201d \u2014 than in gathering new circles of supporters. This can be a challenge given the movement\u2019s local record of vandalism and destruction.<\/p>\n

Later that spring afternoon, I joined Riley as he canvassed a strip mall to let people know about an upcoming protest at a home-foreclosure auction.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s this woman Nell who\u2019s getting her home auctioned off from underneath her, and we need to go and stop that from happening,\u201d he told an African-American man inside a Starbucks. \u201cWhat do you think? Do you want to come through and help us save this woman\u2019s home?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d the man replied. \u201cYou guys have been doing a lot of parading around, tearing stuff up and just getting people upset. It\u2019s against the law to shut down the auction.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo was integrating coffee shops,\u201d Riley said. \u201cShould we not have done that? This would be a whites-only Starbucks if that hadn\u2019t happened.\u201d<\/p>\n

It\u2019s strange to think of Oakland, with its 19 miles of coastal waterfront, as a rust-belt town, but that\u2019s exactly what it is. In the late 19th century, Oakland Point was the western terminus for the transcontinental railroad, which, coupled with the city\u2019s access to the sea, made it an ideal destination for factories, canneries and warehouses.<\/p>\n

During World War II, Oakland\u2019s factories and shipyards churned out warships at a furious pace, providing jobs to tens of thousands of black migrant workers from the South. From 1940 to 1945, Oakland\u2019s African-American population more than quadrupled. The influx of blacks ultimately drove many white residents either to the suburbs or north into the hills. Over the course of the \u201960s and \u201970s, the jobs disappeared, and the city spiraled downward.<\/p>\n

Oakland is now a sprawling and diverse but segregated city of about 400,000, a real-life Monopoly board that operates on a de facto economic principle of urban design: it gets poorer and more dangerous as you descend from the eucalyptus-scented hills into the urban flatlands. Its downtown is still lined with architectural masterpieces, decaying reminders of the city\u2019s haute bourgeois past amid unmistakable signs of a diminished present \u2014 like grand prewar hotels that have been converted into Section 8 housing.<\/p>\n

Oakland\u2019s civic core, such as it is, is shrinking. The city has three professional sports teams. One team, the A\u2019s, are trying desperately to relocate to San Jose. Another, the Raiders, may wind up in Los Angeles soon \u2014 again. (The city continues to pay about $20 million a year for the deal that brought them back to Oakland.) The third, the Golden State Warriors, who conspicuously refuse to include \u201cOakland\u201d in their name, are preparing to move to San Francisco.<\/p>\n

Oakland is $2 billion in debt and counting. To balance its precarious budget, the city has been reduced to crude accounting tricks like selling the Kaiser Convention Center \u2014 shuttered in 2006, when the city could no longer afford to maintain it \u2014 to its own redevelopment agency for $28 million.<\/p>\n

A couple of years ago, in an effort to shore up the city\u2019s eroding tax base, members of Oakland\u2019s City Council voted to allow the industrial-scale cultivation of medical marijuana and grant permits for four indoor pot plantations of unlimited size before Washington intervened. The city still receives millions in tax dollars from its medical-marijuana dispensaries, but that income stream may be in jeopardy. In April, federal agents descended on downtown Oakland and raided a dispensary and Oaksterdam University \u2014 the so-called Princeton of Pot, which offers classes in cannabis cultivation. (This being Oakland, as the agents filled a U-Haul with confiscated computers and enough pot plants to get much of the city stoned, a crowd gathered outside chanting: \u201cShame! Shame! Shame!\u201d)<\/p>\n

When Oakland officials leave the city government, they tend to not go quietly. Last year, Oakland\u2019s departing attorney, John Russo, said he was resigning because he had \u201cmoral objections\u201d to the way the city was being run. \u201cThe government is led by people who have spent their whole lives fighting authority,\u201d Russo told me. \u201cNow they are the authority, and they don\u2019t know how to deal with that. It\u2019s a uniquely immature and narcissistic leadership group, and that\u2019s why they\u2019re always fighting with each other.\u201d<\/p>\n

For a few weeks last fall, Mayor Jean Quan could look out her third-floor office window and into Occupy Oakland\u2019s teeming encampment, where, among other goings on, Running Wolf was living in a tree house in an old oak, lowering his waste down in a bucket.<\/p>\n

The encampment was equal parts revolutionary base camp and modern-day Hooverville. Its kitchen was a popular destination for the hungry, homeless and mentally ill, many of whom were already sleeping in the plaza when the tents appeared. Others weren\u2019t far behind. One homeless man, who has since become a prominent figure in the movement, first visited the camp with the intention of stealing pot from the hippies who were living there. It turned out that the pot, like everything else, was free. \u201cWe spent a lot of time counting people to see if we could move some of the mentally ill people out, but a lot of them didn\u2019t want to move,\u201d Quan told me recently. \u201cThese kids were giving them free food, free wine and free dope. I\u2019d stay here, too, if I were them.\u201d<\/p>\n

Quan\u2019s first instinct when the tents rose on Oct. 10 was to let the protesters stay. There were just a few issues that needed addressing: the illegal open fires, the unauthorized and possibly dangerous use of City Hall\u2019s power outlets, the 911 calls reporting incidents of violence and sexual harassment inside the camp.<\/p>\n

Arturo Sanchez, an earnest young deputy city administrator, was dispatched to serve as Oakland\u2019s liaison to the movement. His brief was to both express the city\u2019s concerns about the camp and to listen to the protesters\u2019 complaints. He quickly learned that the protesters wanted nothing to do with him or anyone else representing the city. \u201cIt\u2019s a shame,\u201d he says. \u201cIf they had come to us with an agenda, we\u2019re probably one of the few cities that would have written resolutions and lobbied our state legislators and sent a message along with our mayor when she went to the White House.\u201d<\/p>\n

Oakland\u2019s government mistakenly treated an insurrectionist movement as a progressive one. Occupy Oakland\u2019s organizers weren\u2019t disenfranchised liberals but committed anarchists operating from a revolutionary playbook that prohibited all negotiations with government officials. In fact, government officials were at the top of their target list. As one Occupy Oakland blogger put it, the goal was to launch \u201cunmediated assaults on our enemies: local government, the downtown business elite and transnational capital.\u201d<\/p>\n

Once Quan decided later in October to dismantle the camp, everything that could possibly go wrong did. The police moved in on the morning of Oct. 25, a day before she was expecting them to, and while she was on her way back to Oakland from Washington. In clashes with protesters after the raid, they injured an Iraq war veteran, of all people.<\/p>\n

Quan is not on the best of terms with her own Police Department. She was herself named in a police report shortly before she took office in January 2011 for her conduct at a police-brutality protest, and the police union spent thousands of dollars backing one of her opponents. \u201cThe theory among some of my left friends and among some members of my family was that I was set up,\u201d she said. \u201cYou know, I was out of town, they closed down the camp a day early and then overreacted. Certain people in the police had tried to set me up before. I mean, my car got booted right after the election.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cTo send the message that they can do what they want,\u201d Quan said. \u201cThat I better watch out.\u201d<\/p>\n

Quan\u2019s efforts at damage control only compounded the mess. After the first eviction, she permitted the protesters to return to the plaza in front of City Hall and set up a second encampment. Days later, thousands of people \u2014 estimates range from 7,000 to 100,000 \u2014 participated in a strike that shut down most of the city\u2019s businesses and the port of Oakland, a vital source of jobs and revenues, prompting Quan to label them \u201ceconomic terrorists.\u201d<\/p>\n

The police union, for its part, publicly criticized the mayor for sending \u201cmixed messages\u201d about Occupy. On Nov. 14, she kicked the protesters out of the plaza for a second time.<\/p>\n

By that point, Quan\u2019s popularity was in free fall. In December, her approval rating dropped to 19 percent, and she became the target of two recall efforts (both of which have been abandoned).<\/p>\n

When I met with her in March, Quan told me that she didn\u2019t want to waste too much time talking about Occupy. \u201cIt was just a blip,\u201d she said. \u201cIt came and went.\u201d<\/p>\n

Several weeks later, on May Day, the protesters were again rampaging through Oakland.<\/p>\n

By the time Riley and I arrived at the home-foreclosure auction at the Alameda County Courthouse, dozens of protesters were already trying to push their way into the building via a side entrance. The crowd parted for Riley, and he wove his way toward the metal detector in the entryway. A muscular African-American police officer blocked his path. Riley grew annoyed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI respect your frustration,\u201d the officer said. \u201cI also respect your artistry. I\u2019m a big fan of your music.\u201d<\/p>\n

The officer started quoting from one of Riley\u2019s early songs, \u201cFat Cats and Bigga Fish,\u201d the story of a small-time hustler who sneaks into a black-tie party planning to steal anything he can. It\u2019s a comic narrative that builds to an ironic, political twist: the hustler winds up getting a lesson in real hustling when he overhears his city\u2019s mayor talking to a corrupt real estate developer. (\u201cAin\u2019t no one player that could beat this lunacy\/Ain\u2019t no hustler on the street could do a whole community.\u201d)<\/p>\n

\u201c \u2018All right then, let\u2019s begin this,\u2019 \u201d the police officer rapped, picking up midway through the song. \u201c \u2018Nights like this is good for business.\u2019 \u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t listen to any of the lyrics,\u201d Riley interrupted.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes I did,\u201d the officer replied.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe lyrics are talking about the people being able to express their power and control their environment,\u201d Riley said. \u201cAnd you\u2019re stopping that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat has nothing to do with what I\u2019m doing right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Word quickly spread that the auction could be taking place around the corner on the steps of the courthouse. \u201cThat\u2019s perfect proof of why this movement has to exist as opposed to just art,\u201d Riley told me as we followed the crowd around to the front of the building. \u201cBecause you can listen to my music and just still be manipulated by other things and end up becoming a cop.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hundreds of protesters soon gathered on the courthouse steps, chanting: \u201cHey, hey! Go home! Our house will not be sold today!\u201d No one was quite sure what was going on. Was that the auctioneer they had seen walking to his car? Had the auction been postponed?<\/p>\n

A few protesters spotted a man in khaki shorts, a red Titleist baseball cap and sunglasses, clutching a clipboard with a list of addresses \u2014 a prospective investor, they surmised, who had come to the courthouse to snatch up a foreclosed home or two. A large circle of activists rapidly closed in on him, moving within inches of his face, chanting: \u201cScumbag! Scumbag! Scumbag!\u201d<\/p>\n

Oakland\u2019s chief of police, Howard Jordan, a 23-year member of the force, had the misfortune of taking over the department three days after the first Occupy Oakland encampment went up. \u201cOur chief goal has always been to facilitate people\u2019s right to assemble and give them a right to exercise their First Amendment rights,\u201d he told me shortly after May Day in his office at Police Headquarters, which overlooks a medical-marijuana dispensary, Oakland Organics.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s not exactly how it has looked in viral videos of flash grenades and police-baton beatings at Occupy Oakland protests. In February, the federal monitor charged with overseeing the Police Department said he was \u201cthoroughly dismayed\u201d by some of its behavior. In particular, he criticized the department\u2019s \u201coverwhelming military-style\u201d response to the Occupy protesters. The clashes that took place the night Scott Olsen was injured triggered a record number of internal-affairs complaints. The department has since missed its court-imposed deadline for investigating these complaints; to expedite the process, it outsourced the cases to law firms and investigators, an added expense of $750,000.<\/p>\n

Jordan was not going to be unprepared for May Day, calling in hundreds of mutual-aid officers from neighboring towns, including SWAT teams. The day proved to be a relative success for the Police Department. Considerable damage was done to the city, and one police car was set on fire, but tear gas and other so-called nonlethal munitions were used only sparingly. There were no serious injuries, and only 39 protesters were arrested, compared with 400 at the last major Occupy action.<\/p>\n

But Occupy is just the beginning of Jordan\u2019s problems. On the most basic level, his department can\u2019t protect its citizens. Budget cuts continue to reduce the size of the force \u2014 to 640 today from 800 officers in 2010 \u2014 even as incidents of violent crime continue to rise: Oakland\u2019s murder rate is up 5 percent over last year, when 110 were killed, and robberies are up 24 percent.<\/p>\n

Oakland\u2019s police force already consumes more than 40 percent of the city\u2019s general-purpose fund. Clearly, this is not enough. After a round of layoffs in 2010, the department announced that it would no longer respond to burglaries and break-ins that were not in progress. (They have since amended the policy so officers will now respond to home burglaries \u201cwhen possible.\u201d) Officers have not discouraged store owners in especially dangerous neighborhoods from arming themselves.<\/p>\n

The department\u2019s every move is scrutinized by federally appointed independent monitors, a result of a settlement agreement reached with the city in 2003, when four Oakland police officers were accused of planting evidence, falsifying reports and using excessive force. It gets worse. The department\u2019s efforts to comply with the settlement agreement and implement reforms have cost it millions in extra payments to independent consultants. And that\u2019s in addition to the $57 million the department has paid over the last decade to settle various police-misconduct lawsuits.<\/p>\n

According to the city\u2019s former police chief, Anthony Batts, the federal scrutiny has, perversely, hurt the department\u2019s ability to fight violent crime in Oakland, forcing the department to assign more detectives to internal affairs than to homicides. \u201cYou wind up with tons of police officers inside a building counting data so you can check off boxes,\u201d Batts told me. \u201cMeanwhile, people are dying in the streets.\u201d<\/p>\n

Batts resigned abruptly in October after just two years on the job, taking the customary potshots at the city on his way out the door. (He told a reporter that Oakland treats its Police Department like \u201ca necessary evil.\u201d)<\/p>\n

His successor, Jordan, now finds himself dealing with a demoralized force, only 15 percent of whose officers actually live in Oakland, according to Quan. Jordan is also dealing with a community that doesn\u2019t trust the men and women sworn to protect them. Like everything else in Oakland, the negative perception of the department is entangled with the city\u2019s history: in the aftermath of World War II, Oakland\u2019s municipal leaders recruited white Southerners to police their increasingly black city.<\/p>\n

Jordan\u2019s department is running out of time to comply with the reforms mandated by the settlement agreement. In a matter of months, the O.P.D. could be placed in federal receivership. I asked Jordan how the federal government would go about running a municipal police department. \u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d he said. \u201cI don\u2019t think there\u2019s ever been a police department that has gone into receivership. It\u2019s not something that I want to be the first to do.\u201d He paused for a moment to give the matter a little further thought. \u201cI imagine that I would become an assistant chief.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy is this happening to Oakland?\u201d Ignacio De La Fuente, a city councilman, asked me, gesturing toward his office window in the midst of the May Day chaos. \u201cIt\u2019s our fault. The mayor failed to recognize that this was a problem that if we let grow would have a detrimental impact on the city. The mayor failed miserably dealing with Occupy, and she\u2019s failing miserably now.\u201d<\/p>\n

We were sitting on the second floor of Oakland\u2019s deserted City Hall, a gorgeous, cream-colored, Beaux-Arts wedding cake of a building \u2014 America\u2019s first government skyscraper \u2014 that rose from the rubble of the Great Earthquake of 1906. Downstairs, police officers in riot gear stood guard in front of the building\u2019s entrance. Their presence was by no means a symbolic gesture: when Occupy protesters turned out en masse for an action in late January, City Hall was ransacked. Windows and glass display cases were smashed, flags stolen and burned, an architectural model of City Hall itself toppled.<\/p>\n

De La Fuente, a small, tough-looking man with a raspy, Spanish-inflected voice, sneaked across the Mexican border in 1970, unable to speak a word of English. He started out as a dishwasher, then became a machinist and labor leader. He was elected in 1992 to Oakland\u2019s City Council as part of a wave of left-wing political reformers fighting for impoverished neighborhoods devastated by unemployment, crack cocaine and municipal neglect in the \u201980s.<\/p>\n

As he ranted, De La Fuente sounded more like a law-and-order Republican than a former illegal immigrant and militant union organizer. \u201cThis incredible amount of money we have spent baby-sitting these people,\u201d he said, referring to the protesters. \u201cIt should be absolutely unacceptable.\u201d<\/p>\n

Oakland can have a peculiar effect on progressive politicians. In 1999, the corporate-America-bashing former-and-future California governor Jerry Brown swept into the mayor\u2019s office and promptly set about undertaking an ambitious, aggressively pro-business agenda for the city. Brown, who had a Labrador named Dharma, was soon cozying up to real estate developers, lobbying the state to loosen its environmental review process on urban construction and conjuring visions of a new Oakland, with a downtown ballpark for the A\u2019s and a luxury resort hotel and casino. The centerpiece of his redevelopment plan, the 10K Project, was to lure 10,000 well-off residents to gleaming downtown condominium towers, establishing a new tax base and driving the growth of retail stores and restaurants.<\/p>\n

De La Fuente was now straining to be heard over the protest raging outside. An aide closed the window, but the noise continued to seep in. The councilman went on, almost shouting: \u201cThe national and international bad reputation, the perception and the reality unfortunately that Oakland is a place where they can do things that they cannot do anywhere else, that it\u2019s a magnet for troublemakers \u2014 we\u2019re seeing that here again today.\u201d<\/p>\n

As if on cue, a loud bang rang out \u2014 the detonation of a flash grenade from the Oakland Police.<\/p>\n

Manifesto Bicycles is a boutique bike shop in downtown Oakland that specializes in single-speed and fixed-gear bikes, or \u201cfixies,\u201d and also sells a small selection of Oakland-made apparel, like a T-shirt featuring a bicycle tire, a razor blade, a syringe and the words \u201cWelcome to Oakland.\u201d Its owners are the husband-and-wife team of Sam Cunningham, a 44-year-old former professional skateboarder and herpetologist, and MacKay Gibbs, who describes herself as a \u201cmusic fanatic with a passion for vintage everything and a nose for business.\u201d<\/p>\n

Their small capitalist enterprise \u2014 named to evoke the famous anti-capitalist tract \u2014 represents another side of Oakland, albeit one that\u2019s still in its infancy. Think of it as a less twee, more D.I.Y. version of artisanal Brooklyn. Oakland even has its own take on the Brooklyn Flea, known as the Art Murmur, a sprawling hipster street fair, cultural bazaar and gallery-and-pub-crawl. At the Flea, you can buy refurbished manual typewriters; at the Murmur, you can buy Sharpie-on-foam-cup drawings by a local artist.<\/p>\n

The collision between Oakland\u2019s growing cadre of small-business owners and the local Occupy movement has produced some memorable moments of low comedy. In November, 30-year-old Alanna Rayford, who owns a showroom for local fashion designers in a Gothic Revival building downtown, closed up shop to join the march to the port. She returned the following morning to find the windows of her store smashed and some artwork missing. One of the paintings, a gorilla smoking a blunt, had been placed on prominent display at the entrance to the Occupy encampment.<\/p>\n

Investment money tends not to flow into cities with soaring violent-crime rates and large numbers of militant nihilists for whom revolution is less a branding opportunity than an active, ongoing goal. And Governor Brown just eliminated the state\u2019s economic redevelopment agencies, which will make it much harder for small businesses to open in Oakland.<\/p>\n

Like pioneers in an unsettled urban frontier, Oakland\u2019s small-business owners have had to band together. They are talking about creating an emergency fund for those who can\u2019t cover their payments in a given month and are experimenting with the reseeding of neighborhoods. Recently, a \u201cpop-up hood\u201d appeared in Old Oakland, the city\u2019s original downtown. Six small businesses temporarily operated rent-free in order to test the viability of adding retail stores to a quaint enclave that has been experiencing a boomlet in bars, restaurants and residential conversions and construction.<\/p>\n

For all its fragility, a transformation is clearly under way in Oakland. The tent poles of the new American city have already arrived \u2014 the urban bike shops, the restaurants with locally sourced fare, the cafes with fair-trade coffee, a Whole Foods. There is a distinctly Oakland character to many of these businesses \u2014 Awaken, whose menu includes a Santa Cruz-brewed ginger ale at $3.50 a bottle, says its mission is to \u201cbring people together and launch movements\u201d \u2014 but it\u2019s an unmistakable part of the same trend that has been taking hold across urban America for years.<\/p>\n

It is, in a word, gentrification, and what\u2019s most striking about its arrival in Oakland is that it\u2019s just now getting there \u2014 that the city has existed for so long as a kind of living museum of 1970s radicalism, its culture of militancy, poverty, crime rates and dysfunctional government all conspiring to delay what now seems inevitable. \u201cFor years, Oakland has been the black hole in the middle of the great galaxy of Northern California as it shimmered its way into the electronic age,\u201d says Richard Walker, an urban-geography professor who recently retired from the University of California, Berkeley.<\/p>\n

In this context, May Day \u2014 and Occupy Oakland, more broadly \u2014 looks less like an expression of the city\u2019s indomitable radical spirit than the last gasp of a protest movement overmatched by the encroaching forces of capitalism. Oakland is simply too geographically well positioned and financially underexploited not to absorb the creative, professional and entrepreneurial overflow from more expensive places like San Francisco, Silicon Valley and Berkeley. And as it continues to develop its own gritty-chic cachet, there\u2019s a good chance Oakland might become more than just a default option for some of the Bay Area\u2019s nouveau riche.<\/p>\n

What will this transformation mean for Oakland? It should produce a bigger tax base that can help improve city services and maybe even create a more effective police force. But gentrification is not a recipe for job creation. In the end, Oakland\u2019s income inequality can only grow, making it not so different from so many other American cities. \u201cYou will still have poverty, decay and decline in the midst of immense plenty,\u201d Walker says.<\/p>\n

The utopian vision for a post-capitalist Oakland clung to by Boots Riley and the rest of the city\u2019s revolutionaries will soon be dead. But radical Oakland will live on, awaiting its next opportunity to rise up, even as the city itself evolves. For every young tech worker moving into a downtown condominium tower or entrepreneur gobbling up cheap, deserted retail space, there\u2019s sure to be a militant graduate student drawn to a city that has just added another chapter to its long radical history.<\/p>\n

Ever since its encampments were dismantled, Occupy Oakland has been talking about reoccupying a public space and establishing a new beachhead for the revolution. Earlier this year, the protesters tried, unsuccessfully, to take over the abandoned Kaiser Convention Center.<\/p>\n

On May Day, rumors were rampant that after the protests wound down, they would take back the City Hall plaza. As dusk fell, thousands of activists converged on City Hall, dancing, drumming, distributing leaflets for their various revolutionary movements.<\/p>\n

But when the sky darkened, the number of officers on Broadway multiplied. The familiar warning followed: \u201cI hereby declare this to be an unlawful assembly and . . . command all those assembled to immediately leave. If you do not do so, you may be arrested or subject to other police action . . . which may result in serious injury. . . . If you refuse to move, chemical agents will be used.\u201d<\/p>\n

The threat worked. Soon, just a few hundred determined protesters remained, rattling their metal shields, hurling obscenities and glass bottles at the police. The Menace\u2019s last stand. Only this group was small enough to manage. The police charged the crowd, pushing it north up Telegraph Avenue. People raced past Awaken, with its \u201cWe Are Oakland. We Are the 99%\u201d signs. The cafe\u2019s tattoo-covered owner hastily unlocked the door to let a few fleeing protesters in as the riot cops chased the retreating herd from downtown.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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