What is Portland, Oregon like to live in? This was my honest first-hand experience with the Pacific Northwest City.
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” // Martin Luther King Jr.
I’ve gone back and forth about whether I wanted to write about the last year and a half I lived in Portland, Oregon.
It seems to be a city that is loved by many and disliked by none. There seems to be countless reasons to live in Portland, yet no one talks about the downsides.
Well, here I am to talk about the not so pleasant aspects of Portland – I honestly found it to be a city that constantly made me depressed and negative on a regular basis.
I’m generally a positive person. I try to focus on the good aspects in life and shake off the bad. I tried my best to adhere to that positive mentality while I lived in Portland. However, there was an underlying nature to the city that I could not get on board with.
I heard countless exceptional reviews about Portland before I arrived, from online communities, friends, and acquaintances alike.
It’s a place that has been written about by the media a lot in the past five years. It’s known for its creative culinary scene, the TV show Portlandia, craft beer culture, and quirky nature.
I never heard one bad aspect about the city, besides maybe the dreary weather, before I moved there.
And I can completely understand that. I can see how it’s a great place to visit. I’ve written about the good aspects of the city and all there is to do there on this blog numerous times. I stand by those recommendations, but it’s not a place that I would advocate moving to anytime soon.
I don’t know if people simply don’t want to talk about the elephant in the room because they’re too uncomfortable with it. The aspect I disliked most about living in Portland is what it’s most proud of portraying in the media: it’s progressiveness, or lack thereof as I soon found out.
There were wonderful aspects about Portland and living in the Pacific Northwest as a whole, but I would never do it again.
Even with the amount of cities I’ve lived in abroad. Even with how many times I’ve had to start over and create a new life in a foreign place. I’ve never had as hard of a time as I did in Portland.
The few friends that I did make were not from Portland originally, and there was always that underlying feeling of you’re not welcome here. A state-level xenophobia against anyone who wasn’t born in Oregon, an overly white washed state to begin with.
Portland is meant to be progressive. Instead what I found was a place full of fear, disgust, and distrust for the “outsider”. I can’t tell you how many times I heard the words, “go back to California.”
I once waited in line at the DMV for an hour only to be publicly humiliated by a DMV employee. He decided to loudly make derogatory remarks to me once he saw my California license, because he knew he could get away with it.
I know there’s an on-going “joke” about Californians and how they’re not wanted in Oregon. I understand that, even if I don’t think it’s that funny.
It’s not just about being politically correct. That type of attitude only creates an atmosphere akin to the current political spectacle encouraging hate. And the thing is, it wasn’t just Californians that seemed to be the butt of every off-hand joke from Portlanders.
My partner is from New Zealand and he was met with the same response. Washingtonians and anyone else not from Oregon is met with the same backlash for moving to the state.
My first weekend in the city, I was eating lunch and reading letters to the editor in one of the local opinion newspapers. One person wrote that she was wanting to go around to all of the cars with out-of-state plates and attach balloons to them, to see if they would get the hint.
Leave, we don’t want you here.
I went on to the next page and read about how the people moving up from San Francisco were creating “yuppie” communities in Portland.
I read how they were the reason the rent prices were going up in the city. And fair enough, that may be partially true. The way in which it was written, though, it was dripping with a “how dare they” attitude.
There was a deep superiority complex that I began to notice around the city from locals. Perhaps it was due to personal insecurities or maybe just a simple misunderstanding of the world and who we are as humans. Regardless of the reasons, it was there.
The thing about hate is that it only creates more hate, no matter what that type of hate is.
I’m sure I’ll get a few more, “go back to California” comments from this post or worse. But it’s about time we discuss the negative and dangerous side to this American city.
Portland is unfortunately not the only city in America that has a mistrust and fear of outsiders, far from it actually. But isn’t Portland meant to be one of the leaders of progressiveness in this country?
Maybe at one time it was truly a progressive and welcoming place, but that’s not what I found during my time living in the city. And if the current Portland is the standard of progressive thought in this country than that is a serious problem.
In the current world that we live in where there is so much hate toward the outsider, we could all use a little more understanding and human decency.
To all Portlanders and anyone else that may have taken offense to this post, this is your call to action: don’t allow a community of exclusivity to continue in your city.
Next time you go to write a pithy remark on Facebook begrudging Californians or talk with disgust about the influx of non-Oregonians into the city, take a moment’s pause.
Do you really want to add another level of negativity to the world today? I think it already has more than enough on its plate.
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