One woman's angertorial regarding progressive politics in SF
"No one can deny that there is presently a particular sensitivity around domestic violence issues, and this may have been a contributing factor in their decision in this instance. I want to emphasize that I respect this heightened sensitivity and I will not criticize those allies of mine that have chosen to withdraw support."
- Oct. 17 press statement from District 5 candidate Julian Davis
This is not a Julian Davis hit piece. Just as much as any young progressive in this town, I know the guy. He's not a bad guy.
He can be a boor. But to be fair, he's only doing what he's been taught to do in this era of the San Francisco City Hall progressive scene.
Lemme take it back to my first assignment covering politics for the Bay Guardian (indulge me.) I was a culture intern.
I was assigned to the Democratic County Central Committee election-night party at the Great American Music Hall. I had the early shift, because those hours of the evening are boring enough to entrust to an intern with little background knowledge of the San Francisco political scene. While I was there, gamely interviewing the only person I recognized from the newspapers (a man who I've been told ad nauseum is a leader of the San Francisco progressive movement), a shrill -– to appropriate a term usually coded for women and gays –- elderly, straight male blogger approached us and inquired loudly if I was the politician's escort.
Now, I am pro-sex worker. But as a young woman who was performing an important task for the first time, when a dinosaur implies that you are at a stone-dull political happening to solicit sexual favors for money -– well I'm sorry, brothers and sisters, but I was there to interview people for a newspaper. I don't think this man's query, shouted as it was over the crowd, implied a high degree of sex-positivity.
The progressive leader seemed unfazed. Who knows, maybe it happens all the time. He briefly made introductions and ninja-moved into the social melée, leaving me with old blogger, who commenced interrogating me rudely, on camera, from a distance close enough that I could smell him. It wasn't a superlative scent.
Perhaps Kay Vasilyeva felt similarly six years ago when she went to Bill Barnes, who was serving as campaign manager for Chris Daly, the San Francisco progressive deity at whose campaign event she says the most egregious incident with Davis took place.
Davis groped her, she told Barnes. He told her she could report the incident to the police, and when questioned about the incident by Fog City Journal last week, he said "my memories that are most clear about that campaign were the political side of what was going on, not about the interpersonal issues."
I've told my election night story a couple times over the last week since it stands out clearly as the moment I knew, for sure, I would never get involved in San Francisco politics.
More than one of my friends told me I was asking for this humiliation, what with having identified myself as a Guardian reporter. I'll admit, that perhaps I could have expected such diminutive behavior. The paper's, like, "controversial." All the same, I told those friends, as respectfully as possible, to fuck off.
In the wake of the Ross Mirkarimi and Julian Davis debacles, and in the wake of reaction to said debacles (decidedly the more catastrophic happenings, even compared with the acts themselves), many are realizing that the dominant face of SF progressivism is that of a self-absorbed, hierarchy-enforcing man.
Perhaps some are making the cognitive leap to wonder about why we're not exactly overwhelmed with progressive females in elected office.