A history of Portland I haven’t often heard...
Our Airbnb host was listed as a “superhost” as a reason—she offered to get us at the airport making our first night an easy and insightful tour to our first destination. In our ride into town we passed some 70/80s era buildings that all looked like they used to be Northwest themed pancake houses of some-sort but had almost all been turned into Pho restaurants. It was unlike all the boxy industrial LEED design places I had seen in my previous trips to Portland and when I made a comment about that our host unleashed the kind of history and demographic insight that I love to hear…
“That’s NE Portland for you,” our host said, “but it hasn’t always been like that,” she said referring to Portland’s past of segregation and racism. She told us that she and her African American boyfriend run a restaurant “Clyde’s” that’s almost always been a hotspot for prime-rib and live music as long as it has existed, it’s just that 50-some years ago it was restricted to the black community and had a pretty racist name to match. She said with a sense pride that Portland moved in a direction where there are minority-owned businesses everywhere and the restaurant attracts a crowd from all walks of life. I hope to be part of that crowd next weekend when we return to Portland, since we didn’t make it this weekend.
It was an interesting conversation to have on the first night coming into the city because it primed my brain to think about the city’s history and not just from observing all the likenesses and differences to the show Portlandia, or how it fits so perfectly into my idea of what the city should be. It’s a real place with real history, problems, improvements just like any other. Albeit these improvements and changes still probably happen faster than they do in my neck of the woods.