THE WORD ON OAKLAND'S STREET SHRINES (PART I)
Sometimes, getting the whole story out of
the daily newspapers is like reading a book after one of your children has gotten
to it and torn out half of the pages. You've got some gathering and pasting-together
to do, if you want to make some real sense out of it.
Consider the recent tale of the street shrines.
Monday's San Francisco Chronicle brings us the story of a memorial
in the parking lot of SBC Park in San Francisco, held for a young Redwood City man
who was stabbed to death following a Giants baseball game: "[Timothy] Griffith's
parents, along with dozens of relatives and friends, returned to the stadium parking
lot Sunday for a vigil. They cried and hugged, left flowers and candles, and talked
about a sensitive, funny young man who had a lot of friends rooting for him to put
his troubles behind him." A photo with the story shows a small gathering around
what the paper calls a "makeshift shrine" of balloons and flowers along
a fence near where Griffith was killed.
The week before, the San Francisco paper had reported on another
memorial shrine-this one in the small town of Arnold in Calaveras County, put together
for 24 year old California Department of Forestry and Fire Protection firefighter
Eva Schicke, who died in last week's Stanislaus National Forest fire: "[On]
Tuesday evening, just after dusk…candles from a roadside memorial flickered in a
cool breeze that hinted of autumn. [Fire Captain Andy] Murphy and a small group of
young colleagues stood nearby in their dark blue uniforms; their badges, adorned
with black sashes of mourning, reflected the headlights of passing cars. A bouquet
of remembrance balloons blew in front of a floodlight aimed at a flagpole where a
picture of Schicke was pinned at eye level, casting a shadow over the group."
Two California communities a long distance apart. Two tragic deaths. Two similar
community shrines, as mourners spontaneously find common ways to vent their grief
and to memorialize their fallen friends.
Now comes Oakland where street shrines, it seems, are no longer welcome. At least,
not by the police.
On the same day as the Chronicle ran the Schicke story, the Oakland Tribune
brings us a far different announcement under the headline "Shrines To Victims
Are Not Long For The Streets" and the subhed "City cops seek swift removal
of impromptu tributes, which chief says beget further violence": "In the
wake of a shooting at a street shrine that killed an Oakland man and injured five
others, police Chief Richard Word on Thursday ordered his officers to remove the
impromptu memorials. Although the city and Police Department had allowed the shrines
to remain on public and private property for as long as six months, the violence
earlier this week prompted Word to change the policy. 'They seem to be a magnet for
violence,' Word said. 'You can almost count on some sort of retaliatory violence
while people are mourning at these shrines.' Word said his officers would first ask
friends and family members to remove the pictures, stuffed animals and religious
items. If they do not, the police will take the items and keep them until they are
claimed by the family. But Word said bottles of liquor and drug paraphernalia, which
are often a part of the shrines, will be thrown away. Many of the mourners have also
begun spray-painting slogans of remembrance and gang graffiti around the shrines."
Keep those last two sentences in your mind-the thing about the liquor and drug paraphernalia
and the spray-painted slogans-plus that interesting phrase from the chief of "you
can almost count on...retaliatory violence...at these shrines." We'll talk about
that when we have a little bit more time.
Anyway, according to the Tribune story, Chief Word's actions came after someone-police
say they were gang members-shot at mourners at a 94th Avenue and A Street memorial
shrine just two hours after shots were fired by what police say were rival gang members
at a the Hayward funeral of a reported gang member. Also, the Tribune reported
that the chief took these street shrine ban actions on his own, without discussions
with either Mayor Jerry Brown or the Oakland City Council (the Tribune didn't
mention whether he talked with City Attorney John Russo).
If the chief's policy stands, mourning street shrine memorials will be allowed all
across California, presumably, but not in Oakland, where there is so much to mourn.
As always, a little further explanation is in order.
Mourning shrines became part of Oakland's street scene only relatively recently-by
recently, I mean in the last 25 years. I don't remember them when I left in 1969,
but by '88–when I returned from Southern exile–they were a common fact of Oakland
life. Although you can never know the meaning of every gathering of flowers and stuffed
animals and candles and sympathy cards sidewalk chalk drawings you pass, the shrines
mostly seem to be associated with violent deaths-sometimes by gun or knife, sometimes
by auto accident.
There are so many of them in such widespread locations–-and they rise so spontaneously–that
like funeral rites themselves, the shrines seem to be fulfilling some necessary human
function in our lives.
Perhaps part of it is accessibility. In earlier times, to paraphrase DuBois from
"Souls of Black Folk", most people were born and lived and then died all
in the shadow of the same hill or tree, and so their burial plot was a natural gathering
point for those who were closest in their lives. In Carolina, burial plots were sometimes
in families' back yards. But we are so scattered, now, in these new times. Who knows
where people are buried? Who can get there, if we knew? The street shrines, at least,
mark places that are in full view, where we can easily go, and pay our respects.
But the shrines also are a commentary-sometimes the family's and community's only
available commentary on the manner of the death. In that way, they may be both a
memorial and a protest–a crying out of "why?"–in a visible way that cannot
be ignored. One the most poignant ones I remember was for a young girl who was killed
by a car while walking by the public housing project on 77th Avenue and Bancroft
in Oakland. I remember the shrine for the flowers and candles that stayed up for
many weeks afterwards, but also for the ghastly bent railings of the project's iron
fence, just behind the shrine, caused by the car after it hit the girl and, unaccountably,
left unfixed by the city for months and months. That one, yes, and also the shrine
on Seminary Avenue where U'Kendra Johnson died, the young Oakland High graduate who
was killed when she was hit by a car with a drunk driver fleeing from a high-speed
police chase.
Most of Oakland's memorial street shrines have nothing to do with retaliatory gang
violence but there is nothing in Chief Word's announced statement that he is making
such a differentation. We can expect, then, following the chief's orders, Oakland
police officers will tear down street shrines–all street shrines–regardless of the
cause of the victim's death, and regardless of whether such shrines in and of themselves
are likely to lead to further violence in our streets.
Clearly, there's more to talk about, here, both by the Oakland City Council and by
Oakland citizens. This is not Chief Word's decision to make on his own. No, not at
all. More on this–much more–later.