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GENTRIFICATION AND THE URBAN GARDEN
In 2012, Linnette Edwards, a Bay Area real-estate agent, produced a video promoting NOBE,
a name conjured up by developers for an area covering parts of Oakland, Berkeley, and the
town of Emeryville. She posted it on NOBE Neighborhood, a Web site she created to drum up
buzz among potential home buyers. The video includes interviews with enthusiastic young
residents, a local cupcake maker, a bartender at a new watering hole, and with Edwards
herself. It also features a local, volunteer-run enterprise called the Golden Gate
Community Garden. “We’re super psyched that there’s a community garden across the
street—it’s definitely a bonus to this block,” a new homeowner says, over footage of
greenery. “The fabulous edible garden movement is in full swing,” the NOBE Web site notes.
“It’s not uncommon to find neighbors crop swapping their homegrown edibles and frequenting
the local Farmer’s Markets.” The site listed several neighborhood community-gardening
programs, including one run by a nonprofit called Phat Beets Produce.
NOBE is a fiction. It lumps together several longstanding neighborhoods that, since the
fifties, have been largely inhabited by low- and middle-income African-Americans. The
rebrand was designed to attract mostly young, upper-middle-class transplants who were
fleeing high prices in neighboring San Francisco. When volunteers at Phat Beets saw
Edwards’s video, and her Web site listing their programs, they were livid. The Golden Gate
Community Garden is run by the city of Oakland, but many people involved in Phat Beets
also used the space. “Our work wasn’t the cause of gentrification, but our programs and
our aesthetics were being used to sell land and help displace people,” Max Cadji, a Phat
Beets volunteer, told me. In December, 2012, Phat Beets created a caustic parody video on
its own Web site, repurposing the term “NOBE” to stand for Neighbors Outing Blatant
Exploitation. Phat Beets launched a campaign against the video, demanding that Edwards
remove Phat Beets’s market from the NOBE Web site.
Edwards understands the criticism, and is sympathetic to those forced out of their
communities, but she believes that promoting local gardens and markets benefits longtime
residents as well as newcomers. “The energy of community gardens helps curb crime,” she
said. “Having a new park in the area creates a hub of community and conversation.” She
went on, “First, there’s a community garden. Then what we hope will follow is a café, and
a little market that might pop up, providing organic food. These all draw people to an
area.” As an agent, Edwards represents both buyers and sellers. “The way that these
community gardens translate into home prices is self-evident,” she said. “It impacts
resale value.” She told me that she didn’t know of any real-estate agents actually funding
community gardens, “but maybe they should.”
Before the NOBE rebrand, it was hard to find grocery stores in the area; for years, there
was an abundance of liquor stores and bodegas but a scarcity of healthy, affordable food.
Such neighborhoods have been the focus of community organizations like Phat Beets, which
strive to provide access to low-cost, high-nutrition food in low-income communities.
Initiatives like theirs typically have an anti-commercial ethos: we don’t need to buy our
food from big chain stores at a high markup, or rely on government handouts, because we
can grow our own.
But for house buyers, these community gardens simply have aesthetic appeal, contributing
to a kind of rustic, down-home vibe that makes nearby real estate more attractive. And it
hasn’t taken long for real-estate agents and developers to take advantage of that
commercial potential. “It’s not uncommon for real-estate agents to stage veggie beds in
the back yard,” Edwards told me. She often uses this strategy herself. (When my boyfriend
and I attended an open house in West Berkeley, I noticed a small bed of vegetable sprouts
in the backyard. It was obviously a gimmick, but—kale!—I was sold.) “It’s a life style
that buyers buy into,” Edwards said. “The life style of growing food. Which they may or
may not do, but they’re buying into that food culture.”
The “blighted” lots suitable for urban agriculture are often found in lower-income
neighborhoods like NOBE, as well as in post-industrial neighborhoods like West Oakland and
West Berkeley. These also happen to be neighborhoods that developers see as ripe for
construction. For decades, the overgrown grass across the street from Jeff DeMartini’s
commercial property in West Berkeley (formerly his grandfather’s cabinet factory) had been
giving him trouble: weeds encroaching on the sidewalk, phallic graffiti, dead trees that
occasionally came crashing down. Last year, a community-agriculture organization called
Urban Adamah acquired the space, and announced plans to install a small farm—chickens,
goats, and all. At first, DeMartini worried that the animals might degrade the site even
further. “I thought, Will it smell?” But, within a matter of weeks, interest in his
property spiked, and prospective renters came calling.
“One of the signs of a so-called ‘quality’ neighborhood is open space and green space,”
Gopal Dayaneni, a member of Movement Generation, an advocacy organization, said. But
quality, in real-estate terms, means higher prices. Many community gardens are started
with the intention of supporting lower-income communities, Tiny Gray Garcia, an activist
and journalist, said. But once they are built, she added, “the real-estate companies come
in and start to reassess the land and use the property value to displace poor people of
color. The community-gardening people may be well meaning, but they don’t always
understand that they’re pawns in the game.”
Ideological tensions can emerge even when relationships between developers and farming
nonprofits are strong. Before the recession, the Emerald Fund, a San Francisco development
company, invested in an undeveloped, two-acre lot in West Oakland, hoping to build
housing. The lot abutted a gentrifying area, but it was also rimmed by run-down
Victorians, abandoned industrial buildings, and tarp-covered vans and buses that were
being used, presumably, as homes. When the recession hit, the Emerald Fund had to give up
its housing plan, Marc Babsin, a principal at the Emerald Fund, said. To try to recuperate
some of its lost costs, the company got in touch with City Slicker Farms, a
community-agriculture organization, which sought and won a state grant to increase urban
green space. The grant funds allowed City Slicker Farms to purchase much of the land. “We
had to spend a lot of time and resources, when we owned it, keeping the homeless out.
People would set up encampments, people would dump things there. Instead of that, having
this very activated space where people are coming and going and growing vegetables—it’s
got to be better for the neighborhood and property values,” Babsin said.
Still hoping to build homes on its remaining swath of land, the Emerald Fund wanted to
make sure that the farm was ultimately a draw to future condo residents, and not another
form of blight. The developer suggested several minor changes. “We said, ‘The farm is for
the whole community—not just for your condos,’ ” City Slicker Farm’s executive director,
Barbara Finnin, said.
Finnin pointed out that poor people have been gardening and raising chickens in low-income
urban neighborhoods across America for years. “That it is now fashionable is more a
function of whose stories get heard and whose don’t,” she told me. And those stories
contribute to a broader association with gentrification—a transformation that is as
painful for some as it is profitable for others. If young home buyers like chickens and
goats and kale, real-estate agents like them even more.
Lauren Markham writes about youth, migration, and the environment. Her work has been
featured in the Virginia Quarterly Review, Guernica, Orion, Vice, and on “This American
Life.”
Above: A rendering of City Slicker Farms’ plans for a farm and park in West Oakland. Image
courtesy City Slicker Farms.
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