I was working through one of the roughest bouts of flu/pneumonia (flumonia?) that I'd ever had, which was difficult, to say the least, but somehow the murals were finished in time for the event. I realized that I'd made a mistake in soliciting this commission when the event director began putting up the canvases randomly, all around the room. There was an attitude of unconcern with the intended, linear map geography and the message was clear: just shut up and go with the program. The canvases were haphazardly displayed, and Brown was elected.
Later, the murals were used all around Oakland for different events, like the fantastic Blues Festival in the produce district, and the Claremont folks used them for their home tours. St. Elizabeth's church purchased their mural. But overall, I felt that I'd made a mistake in contributing, even in this relatively small way, to ushering in an era of large-scale change that has dovetailed with the whole gentrification disaster that has taken place in the intervening years, and permanently altering the indigenous character of Oakland. At least the painting part was fun.