Trader Joe’s wanted to build a new store in Portland, Oregon. Instead of heading to a tony neighborhood downtown or towards the suburbs, the popular West Coast grocer chose a struggling area of Northeast Portland.
The company selected two acres along Martin Luther King Blvd. that had been vacant for decades. It seemed like the perfect place to create jobs, improve customer options and beautify the neighborhood. City officials, the business community, and residents all seemed thrilled with the plan. Then some community organizers caught wind of it.
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After a few months of racially tinged accusations and angry demands, Trader Joe’s decided it wasn’t worth the hassle.
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They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. It means “The Ultimate Argument of Kings,” and that always struck me as one of the most honest and up-front things any ruler or would-be ruler ever said. “We can dress it up prettier than this, but when it comes down to the unvarnished truth this is what it’s about: You’ll do as I say or I’ll send my goons to kill you.”
I thought about that for a long time. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. But we all know that’s not going to happen. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets.
It finally came to me – and that’s when I abandoned the city and most of my stuff, and gave all that was behind me a good stiff Randian Shrug.
The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.
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Not horribly surprising. Then again, I ask myself “I wonder how many of the newly pissed off residents of the neighborhood even bothered to show up to planning meetings, or public discussions on this?”. I’d hazard a guess, but I know everyone else here probably is aware too of how many actually gave enough of a shit to open their traps, get off their asses, and yell back at the “community organizers that don’t even live in the community”.
Yeah. People are predictable.
That’s been a bad part of town for over forty years now.
You don’t go there if your white, especially after dark, put it that way.
It actually used to be so bad the cops wouldn’t go there unless they were en masse.
You never saw just one patrol car by its self.
I’m not being racist either, when I first moved to Portland as a kid in 1968 I lived in that part of town.
I speak from personal experience.
Hey, I’m a white guy from Detroit. If you’re suggesting that race can be a predictive indicator for some types of group behavior, it won’t be news to me.
You’re still a racist, though. 🙂
This is what the so-called black leaders do. In reality they are the black mafia trumping up charges of racism and offerring to let the victim off the hook in exchange for money or other things of value. This is what Jessie Jackason did to become a multi-millionaire and Sharpton and others have too.