Skip to comments.Don't Call It "Frisco" -- If You're Old and White
Posted on 01/06/2014 2:36:16 PM PST by nickcarraway
One may think twice after receiving unsolicited advice from a laundromat.
And yet, the joint at Hayes and Laguna made a fair point. Locals toting sacks of soiled clothing or just out for a stroll while wondering what the neighborhood washeteria would demand of them were regaled by the Don't Call It Frisco Laundromat.
Obeying the pronouncements of a laundromat is a matter of personal choice. But it's less so when the identical dictum emanates from the mouth of a judge which happened in San Francisco. A 1918 article in the Examiner recounts the opprobrium heaped upon a divorce petitioner following his fourth utterance of the term "Frisco" during testimony.
"No one refers to San Francisco by that title except people from Los Angeles," snapped the judge. "I am the chairman of the City Council of Defense and I warn you that you stand in danger of being interned as an alien enemy. Don't do it again."
The petitioner admitted wrongdoing and avoided incarceration. Incidentally, he was from Los Angeles.
The wisdom imparted by the Don't Call It Frisco Laundromat was, at one time, common knowledge far and wide. In 1872, illustrious San Francisco lunatic Emperor Norton deemed use of the term "a high misdemeanor" mandating a $25 forfeiture "into the Imperial Treasury." In 1916, a Los Angeles judge yes, Los Angeles upbraided a woman who mentioned "Frisco" in his presence: "Madam, when you come into this court, I want you to use California names properly." That hearing was hundreds of miles from Hayes and Laguna. And yet, not even hundreds of yards away, generations of San Franciscans grew up with no knowledge that Frisco is a detested outsider's term and something to be shunned. Far from it.
The tunes wafting through the airwaves in the Western Addition and the Fillmore have included "Frisco Chillin'," "Frisco Is the Bay," "Frisco Fitted," "In a Frisco Minute," "Frisco Anthem," and, if you set the way-back machine to 1992, "Frisco Niggers Ain't No Punks."
"We love Frisco. We from Frisco," explains San Quinn, one of the small army of rappers who performed on that last number.
When queried if anyone had ever told him, "Don't call it Frisco," he replied, "Never. Nope. Never heard that. I'm from Frisco, man. It ain't a big deal; it's just something we say. You feel me?"
Try telling that to the judge.
Decades ago, saying "Frisco" was a big deal. In 2014, apparently, it ain't. That says a lot about San Francisco's future, but perhaps even more about its past.
In his delightful 1984 article "How to Talk Like a San Franciscan," Chronicle scribe Carl Nolte attests that "no book tells you how to act like a native San Franciscan, because it is widely assumed that the breed, if it ever existed, is extinct." Thirty years down the road, we've graduated from extinct to mythical.
Descriptions of blue-collar enclaves where people spoke with hardscrabble accents harking to the hobos in Cannery Row Whereya from? Whereja go t'school? feel like accounts of the ancient Anasazis. But at least the Anasazis left artifacts; yesterday's San Franciscans passed down little of worth for today's ephemeral residents (other than their homes, of course). Their lives, traditions, vocabularies, accents, values all are gone or, at best, ignored. So the primordial San Franciscans who queried "Whereya from?" would have had a visceral reaction to the term "Frisco."
But rose-tinted accounts of the city of yore neglect to note that not everyone talked, looked, or thought like this.
The city's black communities have different memories of a different San Francisco and, it would seem, a different relationship to Frisco too.
Claude Carpenter mans the counter at the Dollar Store and More at Third and Palou in Bayview, the neighborhood where he has lived his entire life. He notes that "Frisco" is not a term you will hear him say and it will never appear on the apparel hawked in his store. But if you say it, he's not going to demand a $25 fee for the Imperial Treasury. He had no idea this was a loathed term. His business partner, Marvin Robinson, chimed in. He knew this. Only outsiders don't know this. Outsiders and "the Pepsi Generation," with their videogames and hip-hop music.
It warrants mentioning that Robinson is 60. Carpenter, however, is 68 not exactly a charter member of the Pepsi Generation. San Francisco Bay View editor Mary Ratcliff has published plenty of articles mentioning "Frisco" in her 23 years running the paper. People complain "but never blacks," she says. Just as R. Crumb's intentionally edgy caricatures of black people solely drew criticism from white liberals, the only people driven to complain about "Frisco" appear to be aging Caucasians.
The criticism these folks heap upon outsiders using the language of the outsider doesn't match the reaction of black people who, for so long, have been treated as outsiders in their own city.
That a lifelong San Franciscan like Carpenter could make it this far without learning how "San Franciscans" feel about this terminology or that San Quinn and fellow Fillmore residents could do the same while, literally, living around the corner from the Don't Call It Frisco Laundromat provides anecdotal evidence for a discomfiting accusation about our city.
In San Francisco, diversity is a concept people are most at ease with when it remains a concept.
"African-American and white communities don't really interact as much as you'd think they would, considering desegregation," said professor John Rickford, a Stanford University linguist. "That's why African-American vernacular remains relatively distinct." So it equates that "African-Americans would be shocked that white people feel differently about this."
For communities to truly influence each other's way of thinking and speaking, Rickford continues, "they have to meet and mingle and talk in a deep sense. In a sense that matters."
It's hard to claim that's happening. It's even harder to give a rudimentary glance at demographic trends and claim there's much time left to do it.
Don't look for the Don't Call It Frisco Laundromat. It's not there anymore. In a physical and metaphysical two-for, an establishment whose name represented a passé way of thinking and whose existence represented a passé use of valuable city real estate foundered. It was replaced by an upscale French bistro where, in all likelihood, they don't give a damn what you call the city so long as you can throw down $26 for the wood-grilled Berkshire pork chop with apples roasted in duck fat and grilled chicories. San Quinn doesn't live all that far off. The 36-year-old professes his deep love for "Frisco," but disdains another term for our city that your humble narrator has found locals young and old and of every race seem to similarly despise: San Fran.
"I'm from Frisco, man," he says. "But I really don't like 'San Fran.' People say that and I can tell you're an outsider.
"You feel me?"
Then don’t call me Slug.
Baghdad by the Bay .
Firsco is a town in the Colorado mountains
Baghdad by the Bay .
Frisco is a town in the Colorado mountains
I never call it Frisco. Crisco maybe ...
The only Frisco I know of is north of Dallas.
I heard about that. I’m kind of young and never from west coast, but my brother has lived in LA a long time and many of my older cousins live around “Frisco”.
That’s what THEY said - it’s not “Frisco”. Nyah nyah boo boo.
They DID say to call it “The City”.
“how to act like a native San Franciscan”
Act like a homo. That’s the breed these days.
From an old jingle promoting Crisco, the favorite shortening from New York to ‘Frisco.
Probably marginally better than the pork lard it was in the process of replacing. Swapping natural saturated cis-fats for hydrogenated trans-fats, and we are paying for that decision years later.
In 2004, after nearly a hundred years, Crisco was supposed to have changed its formula to reduce trans-fats to less than 1%. But the human metabolism does not handle trans-fats in any concentration at all well.
Always preferred San Fanny Crisco.
In San Francisco, the principal concern about Crisco isn’t its nutritional value; it’s its lubricating properties.
So much for singing the Ballad of Casey Jones - “Boy, we’re going to reach Frisco, but we’ll all be dead”
call it cesspool and you’re much more accurate
The degree of my enthusiasm for either Frisco or New York Gulag would be useful in superconductor coolant research.
Calling ‘Frisco “The City” always struck me as hickish.
Once upon a time, the proper term of address for San Francisco was “the City.”
But that was 40 years ago. Now it’s probably more accurate to call it Sodom by the Sea.
There really is only one “The City”, New York City.
I have no desire to visit it.
That one was named after the St. Louis-San Francisco Railroad, which served it.
And while we’re at it? Only rubes say “Cali.”
When I'm in Northern California, I find that if you refer to "the city," everyone knows that you mean the one that sits between Daly City and Sausalito. If you use that term in Southern California, you will be asked, "which city?"
The only Cali that I know of is in Colombia.
Nowadays people move around so much that it's hard to say just who would be an authority in matters like this. Sometimes the people who are most insistent on a rule are the ones who are newest to the area and most intent on proving themselves to be real locals.
And rules like this are only rules until somebody comes along who can break them with impunity. Nobody who wants to seem sophisticated calls some city "Frisco" or "Beantown," maybe nobody who's anybody calls some other city "the Big Apple" or "the Big Easy" -- until somebody comes along who can get away with it and still look cool.
People only started calling Frisco “The City” when San Jose got real big and if you were going out on the town you’d say you were goin to the “City” to smoke drugs and have queer sex. Having said that, I lived in San Fran for many years and found the so called “liberal” roots to be a mile wide but only an inch deep. It’s the media which deems to foist this gay and lib image of San Francisco on the rest of America - plus - millions of sick and twisted people have moved in and corrupted everything from education to politics. San Francisco’s original reputation was one of grit and toughness.
I was born in Long Beach, (six blocks up the street from The Queen Mary), not Seal Beach, not Manhattan Beach, and darn NOT in Venice Beach!
I’ve driven through FRISCO, the other half of that town known for Lyle Alzado. I lived in SAN BERDOO, and the town at the top of that long ramp, Vic-tor-ville. I’ve bought 3-foot pizzas in Colton, bicycled the streets of Rialto, cruised the streets of Fontana with those nice peaceful fellows holding American flags on Main Street. I’ve traveled to Lytle Creek, and got soaked in clear mountain water, and fly-fished for trout there, too. I’ve visited Calico for the October Miner-49-er days. I’ve ridden the Palm Springs Tramway, made famous in a Columbo TV show, watched the clouds roll over the top, and me, while enjoying a delicious BBQ at the restaurant on the top of the mountain. I’ve been to Guasti, the home of Riverside Winery, just down from the old Ontario Speedway.
So, if somebody want to inform me that I cannot say “FRISCO!”, I’m a Southern Californian by birth, (before the invasion), and ain’t no way I’m stopping now!
LOL—thinking same thing. This was about the time that Rand was emigrating, and she was a screenwriter in Hollywood, LA.
Where the North Dakota State Univ. Bison football team just won their 3rd straight FCS National Championship game this past Saturday.
But you don’t say “Cali,” right?
Thanks for the link, Fiji Hill!
Up into the 40s or early 50s, LA was changed from Los Ang-Gu-Leeze.. to the current Los “An-ju-lus”
and when they say Thecitys full name it sounds like “Serrinsisco”. ugh!
Blue Ink wrote:
“But you dont say Cali, right?”
I will not deny I was born there, but with the current Communist government, and that dope Jerry Brown, I have stricken all historic references of ‘calling it home’, from the data banks. It ian’t the California I once knew. It has become Kaliphornia.
I only heard it called that since the 1950s when I was a kid.
I ONLY call it Frisco. Why? Because people from Frisco hate it being called Frisco.
That's the image that was emphasized in the 1936 movie "San Francisco," a combination disaster movie and musical.
nO .. to Frisco?
Pedestrian Killing Zone
I ONLY call it Frisco. Why? Because people from Frisco hate it being called Frisco.
***but that seems to be the point of this whole article. People from the San Francisco area used to hate it being called ‘Frisco’ now that seems to be passe.
"Lighten up, Frisco."
I call it juvenile contempt for every place where we’re not!