Wendall--every other Thursday I was particularly heartbroken last week by this Los Angeles
news headline: “Chinatown renters rally against 300% spike in rent.” Can anyone afford a 300% increase in anything? First of all let’s just start with the nightmare, for
anyone, of being faced with that kind of increase in monthly expenses. To make matters
worse, the building in question has been part of an affordable housing program
for the last thirty years, with tenants who’ve lived there for decades. It
currently houses 124 families, many who receive Section 8 supplements.
This rent increase is, in effect, according to several tenants interviewed by the LA Times , an eviction. Given the current rental market, few of the residents will be able to stay close by, and some may even be forced to join the 60,000 people already
living on the street in Los Angeles County.
In doing a bit more reading, I found the struggle to fight
this increase has been going on for three years. To its credit, the Los Angeles
City Council made an effort to buy the building, but the owner refused to sell
to them. Last week, renters marched to Mayor Karen Bass’s house and slept
outside overnight. She is sympathetic to their plight, but her options are
limited because the building is privately owned.
Now that housing in downtown LA has become out of reach for
almost any renter, it follows that developers and landlords would set their
sights on “up-scaling” nearby Chinatown, just over the 101 Freeway from City
Hall and the Los Angeles Cathedral, and nestled between Dodger Stadium and
Union Station. The site of my first job in LA. Before I came west, my only association with this
neighborhood was via the film Chinatown , which is, of course, fictional. But my first job in Los Angeles was close by—working as a telemarketer
for the Mark Taper Forum Theater. I was absolutely wretched at it, and was
filled with dread every time I drove to the Center Theater Group offices on
Temple St. where I was forced to interrupt patrons’ dinners to ask for money.
Horrors. I only lasted a month. But it was long enough to fall in love.
In 1986, downtown was something of a ghost town and there
were only a few restaurants to go to after work. There was the dearly departed
Gorky’s, a Russian diner, complete with kielbasa omelets, The Original Pantry,
established in 1929, which before the pandemic, had never closed its doors, and
the famous Pacific Dining Car, which was well out of my budget then and is now,
sadly, gone as well. A souvenir from the much-missed Gorky's The Original Pantry mug. We have a few in the cupboard... A photo from the one time I got to visit the Pacific Dining Car
Then, I looked the other direction and spotted the neon
lights of ABC Seafood and Yang Chow. It was no contest. For someone raised in
North Carolina in the 70s, where Chinese food was hard to find, I was in
heaven. Even now, all these years later, Yang Chow is still my go to restaurant
for my birthday. There are so many great restaurants in these few blocks, but this is my favorite.
In the last few years, I’ve seen more and more Chinatown
businesses pushed out by rent increases. If any of you are Michael
Connelly fans, one of Harry Bosch’s favorite haunts and an LA institution, Chinese Friends, closed
last year.
Greed and gentrification have always been with us, but in
Los Angeles, they seem to operate on hyper-speed. The city has almost no
respect for its own history, and the number of “tear downs” and culturally
important landmarks that have been razed just in the thirty-seven years I’ve been
here is staggering.
But the takeover of Chinatown is particularly heartbreaking,
because in this case, it’s happening for a second time. The original Chinatown, established in the early to mid-nineteenth century, not only
suffered the horrendous Massacre of 1871 (another post for another time), but was
taken over and destroyed by the city in the late 1930’s to build Union Station.
Chinatown in the 30s
L.A.'s Old Chinatown circa
1930s.
(Los Angeles Public Library
Collection)
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{page:WordSection1;} It turns out that Chinatown was very specifically set
in and designed to reflect 1937, just before the buildings were all torn down. Every
member of that community was relocated in the service of “progress,” and a “New
Chinatown” was opened and dedicated in 1938/39. Again, imagine experiencing this
kind of displacement. The West Gate of the new plaza, circa 1939 (Los Angeles Public Library Collection) Since at that time, only second generation Chinese citizens
were allowed to own property, the center of the “new” location approximately a mile north of
the original, was initially developed by the American born Peter Soo Hoo, the
first Chinese-American engineer for the Department of Water and Power. He and a
group of investors bought a local railyard and turned it into a “pedestrian
plaza,” in actuality one of the first “shopping malls” in the U.S. That plaza
is still there, though several longtime vendors and restaurants have recently gone. Chinatown Gate in the 80s. If this rebuilt and resilient neighborhood goes the way of much
of the city’s new cookie-cutter, overpriced, mixed-use buildings, it’s hard to
imagine where the community might re-invent itself within city boundaries.
It’s a familiar story, but always a tragic one, since the strength of
Los Angeles has always been the talented and generous people who’ve chosen to live here and establish so many strong international communities
and neighborhoods. What is the city, without them?
There is only one building left from the original
Chinatown. Since 2003 it has housed the Chinese American Museum (425 N. Los
Angeles Street), which is very much worth a visit if you’re in the area.
Today my agenda includes a donation to the Chinese
Historical Society of Los Angeles, and a double order of Yang Chow’s slippery
shrimp. --- Wendall
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