Skip to comments.Parents, Donít Let Your Children Grow Up to Be Berkeleyites
Posted on 12/11/2013 10:30:40 PM PST by servo1969
There once was a popular Indian teacher named Papa G, who drew students from far and wide. People flocked to see him and hear his words of wisdom. One lucky man who was able to attend one of his retreats spoke to Papa G, with camera in hand. The visitor asked the guru what hed like to say to the multitudes all around the world vying to come to India to see him. Papa G smiled an impish grin and said, Stay home.
Papa Gs words remind me a bit of Dorothy, who journeyed all around Oz, only to find that the best place of all was home. This isnt to say that relocation isnt sometimes in order. It may be better, at times, to move somewhere different, to see the world, if only to return, as Dorothy did, with a fresh set of eyes. But the point I want to make here is dont, and I mean DONT, come to Berkeley.
OK, if you want to do so for a day or two, maybe a week, come on by. Walk the mean, lean streets of Telegraph, Shattuck, and University Avenues. . hang out in SF (our open psychiatric ward). . .check out the drug-addled folks at Peoples Park. . . and then you can judge for yourself. If you agree with me, dont, I repeat, DONT, let your kids or anyone else you care about move here.
I say this even if you have to practice the toughest love imaginable with your beloved progeny. If your son or daughter insists that they want to go to UC Berkeley or SF State, do a Nancy Reagan: Just Say No. I realize that, if they are over l8, they are free agents. But you still have power over the purse strings. If you wont contribute a dime to their education, they may reconsider.
I dont say this to be harsh; but to give you advice that may be some of the best youve ever heard. It comes from someone in the trenches, who came here and has since regretted it as one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I suppose I should have gotten a clue when the first moment I landed here, a straggly, homeless guy was clearly eyeing my backpack. It was only my New York City street smarts that prevented him from obtaining it.
Now, in my ripe older years, I may not be able to get out of here so easily, unless I win the lottery (which I suppose Id have to actually play to win). But at least my time here wouldnt have been wasted if I can warn a few people.
And if you are already here, go home! If you have a parent somewhere else, a distant cousin twice removed, it doesnt matter, go live with them for a while until you get situated. This is not a good place to settle down. In fact, it is one of the darkest places around.
Stay here long enough, and you may be mugged, maybe worse. Certainly youll have a close friend who will be. Rampant street crime is an ever present reality here, like the much heralded fog.
Or, if not outright bloodied, your car will be stolen or burglarized along with your phone and/or computer. (A recent study showed that the Bay Area boasted most of the cities with the highest car thefts; just another reason for the ordinary citizen to feel proud!) Perhaps even worse, you may become so psychically numb that when you see an old man with a black eye, or hear of a friend with a concussion, youll just pass that off as part and parcel of living in such a wondrous place.
There isnt just street crime around here, as bad as that is: theres violence so sinister that its pure, unadulterated evil. A teacher beat up by students in her own classroom. A high school girl gang raped and beaten unconscious by a gauntlet of boys. An elderly woman raped, beaten unconscious, and dumped amidst the pile of old tires at a car repair station (she died after being in a coma for a year).
All this crime has been covered up, by the way, by people who dont want to see what they dont want to see, and, therefore, have their balloon busted or (God forbid!) witness their real estate values plummet. This is nasty, vicious stuff that can only be explained by a dark force so powerful that its controlling much of the place.
Its not a coincidence, I think, that the Church of Satan opened in SF in the 1960s (the Hotel California, was purportedly written about the church.). And Patty Hearst was kidnapped in Berkeley, around the same time that the city of Oakland was held hostage by the mayhem of the Black Panthers and other radicals. This area has a long history of extreme violence, much of it excused and tolerated. Not much has changed.
I dont get the allure of this God-forsaken place. . .oh, wait, yes, I do! It drew me here decades ago. But one of the saddest sightings is a teenage, hippie couple sitting on the streets of the filthy downtown or Telegraph Avenue. They came here from a decent place like Minneapolis with high hopes of peace and love and flowers in ones hair. Their haunted faces show what they found instead.
Your son or daughter or your beloved nephew may have heard the same hype, that the Bay Area is a truly happening place to be. As I said, reality is suppressed and reconstructed. But if your loved ones are longing to come to California, there are far saner locales. Check out the private colleges down south, as well as nicer public ones: UC Davis, Santa Cruz, Santa Barbara, San Diego, UCLA.
But theres something menacing in the air around Berkeley, and it contaminates the whole place. Mark my words: if you child comes out here, he will change. Even if he doesnt become part of the darkness, something inside of him will die. Perhaps its his spirit or his innocence; but the light inside of him will dim. It may revive if he has the wherewithal to get out of here before its too late. But he may never be the same.
So I say this, not simply as someone coveting all the nonexistent parking spaces. I speak out as a veteran of a war that no one seems to know is going on. Parents, dont let your children grow up to be Berkeleyites. Remember the immortal words of Papa G, Stay home.
Whoa SF is getting pounded. Just read an article about some CEO in that Silicon Valley who did tell the truth about it becoming a cesspool. What he seemed to have left out if it weren’t for people like him being liberals had a lot to do with this. Karma’s a you know what.
Of course he spent his time mostly studying and just hanging out with his fellow engineers so didn't spend a lot of time in Berkeley "proper".
You can go into the belly of the beast and come out OK so long as you stay away from the acid.
Thank yu Robin I studied at Berkeley many years ago. It was a top notch engineering school then. I would never go there now. You are right about the the rotten conditions there now.
What a waste.
When he commotion was going on at Sproul Plaza it was quiet at the engineering corner We hd no time for anything but study.
my fil taught at Pacific School of Religion and said there are far more atheists there than believers
I have to admit that I found Berkeley to be an entertaining zoo, but my knowledge of the place is out of date. The creeping darkness does not surprise me. Berkeley is all about the left, and the leftist dream has turned into a nightmare.
Where have you gone, Mario Savio?
Talk about the "darkness"...
The writer has no worry about myself or any of my children moving to Berkley. There are far better places to spend our time than in the SF cess pool. “Kalifornia, the land of nuts, fruits and flakes” is definitely not to my liking.
Robin, I hope you read this. Have a blessed Christmas and know you are in our thoughts and prayers.
Sothern, for the sake of accuracy. But it is still Oakland.
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday . . .
I used to live just north of Berkeley, but I wasn't in Oakland. I was in Kensington.
You can say similar things about 90% of the colleges in this country
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