Third World In My Backyard - TWIMBY

by: sfalex

Thu Jan 15, 2009 at 00:04


back in the day when i was an environmental justice organizer in one of san francisco's poorest and most polluted neighborhood i came up with a pithy little acronym - TWIMBY - to describe what appeared to me to be the aggressive emiseration of working class communities and communities of color even as the elites were enriching themselves.

as our country hurtles toward an economic abyss and is buffeted by the winds of the shock doctrine it seems to me that the term is becoming all the more relevant.

sfalex :: Third World In My Backyard - TWIMBY
TWIMBY was intended as a take off of the Not In My Backyard (NIMBY) activism prevalent in most metropolitan areas as generally wealthy communities resist affordable housing and other development in order to maintain their illusion of separateness from the rest of society.  but it was meant to be far more than a sarcastic little saying.  

living in a poor part of san francisco i saw first hand the horrible disinvestment in public housing, the shunting of pollution into virtual "environmental sacrifice zones," segregation, general misery all the while the city boomed and the budget swelled. TWIMBY seemed to be the perfect way of describing such a geography

and TWIMBY now seems appropriate for understanding what our country has become these past eight years.  cities drowning, income inequality rising, the natural environment exploited and desecrated to the brink of collapse, all the while our elites party and feast from the public trough.  just like in those other places that we consider

as many of the folks here, i have a great deal of hope that we can reverse the slide. but i am also increasingly worried that our elites - the ones in power who ostensibly support us and our aims - are simply not up for the task of keeping us from sliding into a very deep hole.

aml


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TWIMBY in my back yard when I lived in Sacramento:

Somebody threw out an old sofa, and a homeless woman lived on it for weeks before the cops finally chased her away. This was in back of a small apartment complex in midtown Sacramento, and we the indoor residents were glad enough to have the equivalent of a full-time neighborhood patrol-person stationed in our parking lot. No more car break-ins! At the first sign of intruders, "Dory" would sound an alarm so astoundingly penetrating that it cleared alleys two blocks away!

In the meantime, one of the residents made a serious effort to find "Dory" some regular housing, but there were way too many bureaucratic hurdles for someone who would not reveal her last name because alien forces were pursuing her.

So what can you do for somebody who cannot take the first step toward hooking into the few remaining shreds of the social safety net?

Not much!

Dory refused hand-outs, and only grudgingly accepted small favors like storing her bundle of belongings while she occasionally disappeared for a few days.

Our building backed up to a bourgeois hobby-shop-art-supply-store on J Street, and eventually the owners complained so vociferously to the cops about "Dory" that she was rousted and disappeared.

So that was my version of TWIMBY, and it's a good enough acronym to deserve a blog of its own.

(BTW where you wrote "emiseration" you probably meant "immiseration." On the usual paradigm of immigrant and emigrant, "emiseration" would mean getting out of poverty and "immiseration" would mean getting in.)


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