By Nathan Willard
In the city of Portland, Oregon there is a square. It is a brick-paved
depression in the center of downtown surrounded by tall buildings,
which block out much of the fickle autumn sunlight. This square has
been named Pioneer Square. There is another Pioneer Square in Seattle.
A young man I know was drinking heavily one night in Portland, he asked
strangers for a ride to Pioneer Square and ended up in Seattle. The one
in Portland has been nicknamed “Portland’s Living Room”. However, it
takes a very special event to entice the upstanding citizens of
Portland to linger. Instead they briskly skirt by it, shopping at
Nordstrom’s, grabbing a latte from the Starbucks placed in its
Northwestern corner, or hopping on The Max, the light rail train. If
you walk past the square, a fundamentalist screamer may harangue you.
This could be a man with a picket sign declaring his belief that the
holocaust is a Jewish conspiracy. Or a group verbally
attacking a tuba band playing Christmas carols may aim their righteous
anger at you. “Christmas is a pagan holiday,” they say. “Jesus hates
Christmas.” But, everyone knows Jesus loves, he doesn’t hate.
Isn’t that what the Church tells us? These day war protestors
congregate there and they bang pots and pans for peace.
There are the gentle religious folk, the happy-glad-handers,
who sit with the home bums and street kids, who may attempt a
conversation with a gutter punk – those are the wealthy kids from
Beaverton who look homeless. They usually sit on a stone wall in front
the old courthouse – I think that’s what that building is. These
do-gooders pass out socks, food, toiletries, condoms, etc. But, there
isn’t as much of all that these days. The city didn’t appreciate the
few Portlandites who used the square as their living room and has
successful driven them off to spots that only the street people know.
Now people from the suburbs can pass by the square without being
inconvenienced by Portland’s parasitical population. No, the
undesirables are conveniently removed from view, unless you happen to
wander north of Burnside, or into Waterfront Park. That’s outside the
safe confines of the Saturday market, for now.
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