Who is the 'New' DC for Anyway?

Who does DC belong to and who is it being remade for?

When I moved to DC in 1998 no one asked these sorts of questions. The city wasn't in good enough shape for there to be any real scrambling for pie pieces.  In 1995, 3 years before I arrived, the city hit rock bottom when then Mayor Marion Barry approached Congress for help covering city expenses.  Instead of a bailout Congress ordered an austerity plan.  The Financial Control Board took over the city's budget, and not surprisingly, lots of slashing and burning ensued.*  

These questions matter now, though, because the work that began in 1995 to remake the city has borne fruit.  Lots and lots of people want to live in DC.  As a result, rents are high, vacancy rates are low, and houses on the market don't sit for a spell.

Suddenly, a lot more people want pieces of the pie than there are pie pieces to be had. 

There's been a lot of coverage of what this means for the city's African American population, who used to comprise a majority of city residents.  Many mourn "chocolate city"--the affectionate nickname the Parliaments gave the city in the 70s--and resent the appropriation of black culture to sell cocktails and even entire neighborhoods.  

Here, I want to discuss what this means for the city's class makeup.  And, as usual, it was a Washington Post article that prompted my thoughts. The article, which showed up this weekend, describes the attempt to turn City Center, a new development in Penn Quarter, into a luxury shopping area equivalent to Rodeo Drive in Los Angeles. Can TMZ be far behind? 

So, who exactly are developers hoping to woo to Penn Quarter?   

Sorry bureaucratic cubicle dwellers, it's not you.
My apologies underpaid denizens of NGO land.  This is way above your pay grade.
Professors?  You can't be serious--did Chomsky teach you nothing?   
Excuse me Mr. Firemen, but you know the drill.  We let you work 72 hour shifts because you already live in West Virginia.   
I hate to pile on, dear DCPS teachers--first Michelle Rhee, then Common Core--but you're out too. 
DC United fans--snap out of it!  This relationships has been going no where for years.

No, in Penn Quarter, at least, here's who the new DC is for (per the Post):   

"A lawyer leaves a deposition and pops into Tumi for new carry-on luggage ($680). A tourist ducks out of the rain and treats herself to a classic trench coat from Burberry ($1,695). Two conventioneers skip the plenary session for a couple hours of power shopping: a flirty dress at Kate Spade ($448), a cashmere sweater from Zadig & Voltaire ($535), maybe a leather Le Pliage tote from Longchamp ($555)."   

I know.  I can't believe they left the lobbyists out.  Life is so unfair. 
Just don't come north.  Please.  


* None of this means, of course, that people living in DC didn't love it, or at least love it when they weren't busy hating it (as a southerner by birth I know a little about love/hate relationships with home).  It's just that a lot of outsiders weren't clamoring to join them.