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The Mean Streets of Oildale


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Crossing the Kern River at night and slipping into the dark town

Crossing the Kern River at night and slipping into the dark town


This is another story I have written about Oildale, CA. For those of you who have seen my other pieces concerning this community, or live here, I want you to realize that I understand that this article might have some negative connotations and that it isn't my intent to upset or offend.

In the future, I plan to talk to some other local groups or agencies and provide other perspectives.

However there are some realities about this area which I am trying to explore: the underworld of drugs and other related industries, the economic disparities, the criminal element including police contact and the nefarious subcultures that move through this area.

Many people have shared with me the unique elements centered in Oildale and it seems to me that although similar troubles can be found in other cities, everything here seems to be a bit more magnified.

Through my own writing, I hope to explore, inform and hopefully gain an understanding about some of the problems found in this Bakersfield suburb. As well, I want to share this with other people, in hopes that by sharing, I can encourage compassion.

Please feel free to offer any comments - positive or negative - that you may have concerning my story.

I am definitely interested in other perspectives: community activists, law enforcement officials, the criminal element who might be here, residents trying to survive....I will keep your confidentiality and am looking for true stories.

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Street View

My contact tonight is a woman I will call Hyacinth and has lived in Oildale for about twenty years. When she first came to this area from southern California, she found an office job which she really enjoyed.

"Unfortunately, they did not have a drug use policy compatible with my lifestyle," she quips, explaining that her relapse into substance abuse, led to her firing.

Since then, she has been off and on the streets, sometimes living with friends or relatives, making an occasional visit to a local correctional facility.

Hyacinth shares her own experiences with me and a few stories about the community: the drug use, the crime, and what she refers to as the police corruption...among other topics.

One of the things I learned as a student in an English class is that the reliability of the narrator must always be a factor to take into account. Hyacinth seems pretty sincere and her perspective is as close to some of the action as you could want from a speaker.

Point of view must also be an issue to consider because often the perception of reality depends upon which street corner you are standing on. By this I mean, I understand that her story is one of many, and that there are other truths to be heard as well.

Post Apocalyptic

One of the phrases I have heard many people use to describe parts of the Central Valley area of California is post-apocalyptic.

At times they could be referring to the vast, open areas of the desert tundra that is a part of this regions topography. Coupled with the high summer temperatures, you might be under the impression that you're on another planet or someplace that greatly resembles Death Valley.

Other areas in the cities in this region of California have architecture which was designed in the 1940's and 1950's, but still remains. If you trek through parts of Fresno or surrounding areas such as Mendota, you will understand that there are places where time has stood still. You might think you're in a scene from the movie Fandango or some other film set in an anonymous and remote region.

Hyacinth explains that Bakersfield is like some "government experiment that everyone ditched and left". All the people that stayed became confused zombies that wandered into Oildale.

Certainly it is unfair to label the entire community this way, but there are aspects of her observations that ring true. A local crime watch board continuously warns residents of tire slashers, thieves that steal street signs, or walk up to yards and take patio furniture.

"The drugs breed crime which breeds more drugs," Hyacinth shares. Her personal poison of choice is heroin. For most people though, the ones that are strung out and wander the streets and turn to crime, methamphetamines - crank, crystal, ice - are the preferred intoxicant.

"A friend of mine came here once and said that she didn't know there were so many responsible, single fathers here in town." Hyacinth explains that her friend was referring to the grown men who pull baby carriages with their bicycles. "There aren't any children in the baskets," she had to tell her friend. "They're carrying all their stuff they need to sell or steal".

A vendor has established a night time yard sale on a busy street corner

A vendor has established a night time yard sale on a busy street corner

A vendor in the daytime

A vendor in the daytime

On (almost) every street

The economic downturn of Oildale is apparent in many segments of the city. Abandoned shopping carts, boarded up windows, makeshift garbage dumps can be found all along Chester Avenue, Norris, and Roberts - the city's main thoroughfares.

Beardsley, McCord and Oildale Avenues, fare much worse. A short trip down one of these streets and it is easy to see how this once prosperous town has obtained its notorious reputation. Many of the people walk around like living zombies, in search of some nourishing chattel or an amusing distraction from the dusty boredom.

Odd bicycles for transportation or decoration; heavy equipment, boards and wire cords. Many of these objects decorate the curbs or fences of the dilapidated houses, many of them designed with corrugated plastic walls and rooftops.

Police Operatives

Hyacinth explains that she was once pulled aside by the local sheriff and driven to a remote area.

"I thought they were going to shoot me," she says. "I was on parole and scared."

Instead they offered her an option.

"They said," she tells me, "'would you like to work off your probation the easy way?'"

She laughs and makes a remark about a personal favor of a sexual nature. It turns out they were not looking for that from her.

They wanted me to become a resource, she explains. "He told me, 'maybe you can give us some information. Help us out. Help us out and we help you.'"

Of course, she declined the option. People who provide information to the police, CI's (which stands for Confidential Informant) as they are known, have very short life expectancies on the street, once found out. This could be a death sentence. In the parlance of the criminal they are referred to as rats - and are soon exterminated.

Besides it would be hypocritical to turn other people in - many of them in her own circle - for doing things that she was doing.

Police stories

Hyacinth relates a story about a situation she once saw in the parking lot of a fast food restaurant.

"He took out his stick and started hitting him" she says, relating an incident involving a uniformed officer and a man on a skateboard who had rode up to investigate why there were police cars in the parking lot of the McDonald's.

The man, probably in his twenties, should have thought twice about approaching law enforcement while they were doing their job.

"He ended up with a compound fracture," Hyacinth says, her eyes far away. "He didn't do anything and his arm was twisted in an odd angle. They accused him of trying to steal afterwards, but with his arm like that he couldn't."

Hyacinth talks about some of the other incidents she has noticed about the police. "If you want to be left alone here, you have to be weird," she says.

Hyacinth describes a scene in front of a convenience store where there was a shirtless man sitting on a bench with a knife, skinning some wire. Next to him sat a three hundred pound woman with a flashlight on top of her head sorting out clothes on the sidewalk. A man against the wall behind them was smoking a cigarette and drawing invisible paintings on the bricks with his fingers.

"The cops pulled the man headed to his truck with a cup of coffee," Hyacinth says. "They jacked him up. If you look like you're doing something normal here, you stand out. They want to talk to you."

I thought about that for a minute and it reminded me of the scene from the movie Men in Black where the character played by Will Smith goes in for his test and during the target practice activity shoots the little girl carrying her books instead of the menacing looking aliens.

If you look normal, you don't fit in. You don't belong.

Royal x-capades

As we drive up toward the northern end of town, there are more open spaces. The streets are a little better lit. You don't see as many boarded up windows or pedestrian traffic. There is a Walmart which is new and some houses with large yards, clean lawns and roofs caressed with elegant tile shingles.

"Royaldale," she tells me. "They call this place, Royaldale."

"There are a few places with the -dale ending here," I say to Hyacinth.

"Yes. Rosedale is nice, we're in Royaldale now and then you have Oildale."

They call themselves Dalians, I've been told. Although many of them shy away from that name because it has disparaging connotations.

"This place wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the drugs," she tells me.

Once the area was prosperous and filled with happy people who worked in the Oilfields. A bakery here once cooked 2,000 loaves a day to feed the hungry community.

"Everyone has to worry about their stuff. A lot of boredom," she says. "A lot of swingers too and x rated things going on."

Hyacinth relates to me some encounters she has had with couples, insisting she doesn't like women and definitely prefers men. "There are couples who swap here though," she says. "More so than other places. A lot."


We talk briefly about the Sabrina Limon incident which involved an older married woman, who encouraged her young lover to murder her husband. Both were sentenced to prison, but the unfortunate young man was in his late 20's and enamored with the much more mature and experienced woman, ended an innocent man's life.

The murder of Limon's husband gained some notoriety and was even the subject of an investigative journalist show. This wasn't the sort of attention Kern county would look for when it comes to being famous.

"I don't know what could stop it," Hyacinth says. "It's like I said before, this area is a government experiment where everyone involved left everyone else behind. They moved on and we got stuck here."

We pull into a parking lot where there is one of those underground casinos that are illegal but still manage to stay off the radar, probably by operating out in the open. "There was one near Airport that one of the cops was supposed to own," she says before stepping out into the night air. Airport Drive connects the 99 Freeway to the city's air terminal. Highway 99 will take you to Los Angeles or to Sacramento, the state capital.

It is close to midnight now and I look at the parking lot, crowded with people and see folks milling around and moving towards the entrance. I find it hard to believe that there are this many people coming to small strip mall, at this time of night.

A security guard approaches us.

"If you're going to smoke, you have to move along to the end of the sidewalk please," he says politely and we comply....

Inside (and then out)

As I look around the room I see large collection of people standing around what are known as "fish" machines, because the object is to shoot underwater creatures with imaginary electronic weapons activated with the push of a button. Or in the case tonight, several intense pushes, in rapid succession. Those patrons under the influence of stimulants are often gifted with focused game playing skills.

The fish machines are the most popular and seem to be Japanese in origin: the imagery includes symbols that resemble the Kanji alphabet, panda bears and large Koi that swim about, in an underwater atmosphere, projected on a large screen. Each device accommodates 6 to 10 players and they are usually filled. The object from what I can gather is to destroy the "enemy" underwater creatures before they can connect with your ray gun which guards your cavern.

I see the young people about me in the room and I can discern from the expressions on their faces, that an excursion to an amusement center such as this one, is routine. They are in familiar territory and enjoy it. Most of them know each other and I know I am a stranger who stands out.

Many are dolled up in a way you would expect from teenagers who are designing themselves up for a visit to the mall. This is quite an odd anomaly when you realize that most of them are in their thirties or forties, probably old enough to have teenagers of their own.

A few shake their heads and prim their hair. A young man steps back from his machine so the female attendant can open a metal door and mark down his "score" - in other words, winnings. Most everyone has tattoos and a few stare around the room angrily at imagined adversaries.

Most smile and appear friendly to each other, but I sense something just under the veneer of the false facades.

Something a bit solitary and distant that I cannot quite explain.

For a few moments I almost believe I am in the video game section of a pizza parlor, we are all ten years old, and that it is someone's birthday.

Only there is no smell of pepperoni and certainly will be no cake.

We are not ten years old anymore and these are not games we are playing. At least not for amusement.

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the night streets are empty - almost

the night streets are empty - almost

Questions & Answers

Question: I would challenge you to the same type of article off Cottonwood in south Bakersfield. Every neighbor has neglected and decrepit areas. I would now also like to see you do an article of what is working in Oildale, highlight the positives. Do you plan to go back with fresh eyes?

Answer: Well, I am hoping to do that. Of course. I think there has to be a positive spin on what is working and I know that a lot is.

Question: Some people are victims of circumstance but almost guarantee most the individuals people look down on, if friended, will have your back if needed, true?

Answer: Sure. This is in the questions section, so I'll take it as a question - but I think your point could serve as a commentary.

I think a lot of people look down upon Oildale, which is unfortunate. I think that a lot of that has to do with race - that this population is being ignored - because they are predeominantly white. What I mean by that is if they were another population, Oildalians might be seen as "victims".

But yes, there is a lot of cohesion in groups - any subculture - and there are many examples of this. I think basically what you are saying is that even though these individuals have been marginalized, that they have good qualities and look out for each other.

The phrase "got your back" sometimes has negative or violent implications but it can also have positive ones too. (I say this because I was slightly taken aback when I read your question).

Overall I believe what you are saying is that when it comes down to it, there is a keen sense of community in this area. And I think there is...and I think it can be made stronger to bring about the changes which the area needs to handle some of its social problems and the unpleasant situations such as addiction, unemployment, lack of education or direction...

Question: What is the geographical area in which you are defining Oildale?

Answer: I consider Oildale basically to be north of the River and between Chester and Airport Drive and then North to China Grade Loop or a little further North. I know some people say Roberts or the tracks and that it goes a little further East and West.

© 2018 Fin


Eastward from Bangkok, Thailand on August 06, 2019:

I couldn't agree more. I think we all have to be conscious of circumstances and, as you alluded to earlier, how some of those consequences can be systematic.

Fin (author) from Barstow on August 06, 2019:

yes and sometimes circumstances dictate your fate. I have to be cautious of that sometimes too. we are all just a few steps away from falling of the path.

Eastward from Bangkok, Thailand on August 06, 2019:

I would agree that it is natural reaction to some degree. I also have a suspicion that fear drives some of the intensity behind those that berate the less fortunate. As economic disparity becomes more widespread, people more vehemently defend their perceived invulnerability. That could never happen to me because I'm smarter, harder working, etc.

Fin (author) from Barstow on August 06, 2019:

well i think the schadenfreude you talked about it a (somewhat) natural reaction. People tend to enjoy seeing others fail or suffer because it makes them feel better -- basically.

Eastward from Bangkok, Thailand on August 06, 2019:

I appreciate the insight. I hope we can get on the path to improving life for people in Oildale and all the Oildales around the nation. As for pondering delight in the misery of others, I guess I've been disheartened to see such brutal attitudes towards those in poverty on social media and elsewhere.

Fin (author) from Barstow on August 06, 2019:

Well i am sure there is a someone somewhere that takes a delight in the misery of others. However, with Oildlae it is a sad plight. I think the economics of the area stem from corporate greed and a bit of exploitation of vulnerable populations. That would be just one element. And in a sense that is a sort of purposeful delight. You may be correct.

And yes, there are many Oildales about the nation - the world....unfortunately.

Eastward from Bangkok, Thailand on August 06, 2019:

This is a very vivid and real account, Finnegan. I get the impression that Oildale is an indicator of what large portions of the country will be like if the economic gap continues to widen. I'm also a bit disturbed to see some of the poll results. I can't imagine pouring more money into stricter drug laws considering the trillions we've wasted to end up worse off than we were before. There are so many other approaches that get better results. I'm not sure where the attachment to punishment comes from. Is it human nature, some kind of mass schadenfreude? Is it religion? Is it mass schadenfreude exacerbated by religion? I'm at a loss.

Fin (author) from Barstow on August 05, 2019:

Thank you for your comment Rodney. I am fascinated by the place and the many intracies that compose it. It seems to be sprawling with no direction but I am sure there is a method to the chaos. I can understand how one would keep ties to it. I'm not from there, but I am continuously drawn to it and fascinated by the streets, and the people. Check out my story on Bunny too. BTW how did you come across this story? Just curious?

Rodney Miller on August 05, 2019:

I was born in Oildale, a true Dalian. Lived in it, around it, became it. Nothing else but Oildale seemed to matter, however, I stepped out of the Dale and found a world where people actually ride bikes for transportation to work or for fun. Not to deal dope or carry stolen merch, gleaned from the previous nights prowling. I still came back to the Dale, I don't live there anymore but I visit almost everyday. It's in my blood like a disease that has no cure. It cannot be explained nor written down so you would ever understand. It is like Disney Land but no rides and zombies everywhere, Oh yeah don't forget the pit bulls.

Fin (author) from Barstow on September 13, 2018:

anytime you want to share your stories Watts I will be glad to hear from you.

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Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington, DC USA on September 06, 2018:

Finn, That is not said reflecting a race problem but stating the facts of what happened to get this nation on the brink of destruction but thanks to the prophecy saying the "son of man" is supposed to delay that destruction a few years until Revelation 7's sealing of a "number no man can number" is complete [see my post "Treason U.S.A. Style"] we do have the opportunity make the necessary adjustments.

Yes, the NWO recognizes the "10 virgins" parable told by Jesus represents 10% of the end time's population which only half are to survive and posted it on the Georgia stone. The earth is estimated to have 10 billion human [minds unable to comprehend all things] that 10% will be reborn into man {minds ablate comprehend all things} but only half are to survive it. They're implying the MWO producers are the chosen who will have 50% of to survive, how deceived they are, although they are close to the prophecies' meanings it doesn't mean it is they. Most are in for a rude awakening when 2028 arrives and they realize they discarnated.

Fin (author) from Barstow on September 06, 2018:

Elijah: Please understand that I don't attribute any problems to racial minorities but rather see it as an economic situation that affects all groups. I think poverty is the main issue in the United States - the world.

I am open to all opinions however and believe that everyone has the right to their own perspective and the freedom to express it. I don't have to agree with what someone else says necessarily but I have no right to suppress what they have to say.

Fin (author) from Barstow on September 05, 2018:

wow...some pretty heavy stuff you say. I have heard about the NWO and the 500 million. it's on the georgia stones.

Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington, DC USA on September 05, 2018:

Flinn, I agree 100% with you. The real problem is the U.S. Government started putting drugs in minorities' communities in the 1970s first to weaken the "black community's" support of the Black Panthers to allow the FBI to take then down. That worked so well until they declared the "Treasonous War on Drugs" in 1971 after including the "hispanic communities" in it. So when "whites" became "coke" snorters they came up with the "Iran-Contra Affair" of importing drugs from the Contras got sell on the streets of the U.S. for money to purchase guns to sell to Iran for more Covert Operations.

The blame has to be put on the nation's Governors for listening to the "New World Order" movement who wants to kill all man off down to 500 million who will all be rich [but in their ignorance they don't see without the poor there can be no rich just like without black there can be no white or light without darkness]. That's the cause of poverty all over this nation, without many being impoverished there can be no rich, so they pick communities to do break down for the benefit of the few rich.

The only way to change that is get rid of the "Treasonous War on Drugs" producers since every President, Congressman, CIA, FBI, state and governments; Court judges, DAs, Defense attorneys, Sheriff departments and corrections centers who have participated in it since its implementing against "We The People" in '71, per Article 3 section 3 of the constitution, have committed treason all it takes is a petition showing the unconstitutionality of it and they all are gone.

Fin (author) from Barstow on September 04, 2018:

CMJB You do make some good points about how life seemed to be good in the past and I agree with you that there things were different generations ago. Perhaps it is just waxing nostalgic or maybe it really was better at one time.

I don't agree with your points that the problems should be blamed entirely on minorities moving in to the area. I tend to believe that most social problems are attributable to poverty.

I appreciate you taking time to offer your thoughts and you obviously have put some thinking into the observations you mentioned about Oildale's downfall.

It seems you are a bit inspired as well and I wondered if you wanted to channel your energy into helping make Oildale a better community overall. You seem to have some experience as well as a desire to make this area a better place

CMJB on September 04, 2018:

This will surely cause a shit storm but if y’all gonna be truthful than you damn sure better be able to say it straight forward or y’all wasting everyone’s time. If ya get angry GOOD get pissed than take that ANGER and direct it towards taking back what once was YOURS or shut the hell up and put your blinders back on.

If you look back to Oildale in its hay days talk to those of us who lived there in the 80’s, went to North High and will be honest enough to say without fear of retribution, you’d learn where it all started going downhill. I’ll say it how I see it & fully believe where it all went wrong. Back in the early to mid 80’s it was very well known, that bridge was not crossed over into Oildale if you were not white trust & believe. My dads older 2 daughters had Mexican boyfriends who were big boys but they knew better & would hit the floorboards before that N Chester bridge or knew they’d be shot. It’s where you could walk on N Chester just south of Norris Rd west side of street right into the KUZZ radio station, see the DJ’s playing them country hillbilly good tunes & they LOVED it as much as we did thinking we’d seen some FAMOUS people (Steve Gradowitz, you and Chris Connor were the swizzle than, now and forever for lots of us :), where you saw the American flag flying next to the Confederate flag PROUDLY at that on the Tire Shop just north of Beardsley on N Chester, you had War Bunkers on Beardsley, there were NO blacks, NO mexicans, nothing but ALL white who went to North or if you dared to, didn’t last long.

It was a time young teenage girls could sit on the brick wall at the once nice 2 story apts, now a shit pile, on corner of Plymouth and Beardsley without fear, Dan’s Market was a thriving local small business where Dan would have a charge account for us kids to run up while trusting and knowing parents always paid up at weeks end. Hell it was a time where Dan would sell single smokes for 5 cents each and smirk as he reemed your ass for smoking so young as he took your change and/or glass coke bottles for a nickel each.

Oildale was safe far as we all knew. Sure there was weed Whoopi and every now again you’d get a line or two if you looked for it; preferred the reefer here lol. None this other bullshit bath salts etc

When referred to as Original 08’er that meant something making you proud. The original Oildale boys would tear it up once in awhile but honey it was with their fists, maybe a knife 1 outta 20 fights, see back then that’s how a REAL MAN fought not like these punk ass bitches so chicken shit and strung out they gotta rely on a gun to fight their battles!

I know when I moved away for 2 yrs and came back in late 89 early 90, I was FLABBERGASTED and BLOWN AWAY to see somewhere, somehow, someone dropped the ball and took too long a break when very first day living on back side of McCord Ave facing War Bunkers a black dude was brave enough and freely walking down Beardsley!! I told my husband at time SOB hit the ground expecting that boy to get riddled in one way or another for daring to do such a thing! But unbeknownst to me they put in the projects on McCord Ave killing any chance Oildale had to continue doing its thing for those of us who preferred it now or then the good ole way.

Oildale had/has some the HARDEST working oilfield men for hundreds of miles around or more, men not afraid to get dirty actually loved it, they were damn proud roustabouts, derrickmen, pushers, etc with wives who took care of their small but CLEAN yards. Where kids were still damn good and afraid of their parents knowing they’d get their asses whooped with their chosen branch he/she picked and snapped off themselves to got old fashion whipping with.

Where yes ma’am, no ma’am, etc was fluent ENGLISH, knew consequences if disrespected an elder. Where parents would snatch your ass up by the back of your neck causing whiplash sometimes but by God you KNEW YOU HAD FUCKED UP GOOD and sometimes couldn’t sit right for a week if you’d done it real bad but took the whipping knowing you’d done wrong and deserved it. Not like these scared lil people who allow their kids to do the raising of the parents, see how well that’s done huh.

I’d be a SOB and be a COLD DAY in hell if mine ever thought of getting sideways with me regardless of being two and three times my size, to this day still remind my son, going on 30, I’ll still whip your ass boy and by God he knows I mean it! My grandsons are being raised same or their daddy/mommy/ME will snatch their asses up good and quick!

All these nasty ass people ran the good ole boys and gals outta the Dale and it’s gone to shits ever since.

I mean come on let’s call a duck a duck here. Started with allowing non whites across the bridge not putting them in check as should been they done I worse if we invadingbeast or south sides, they ran the good ole folks further north or into Rosedale, the old timers who did stay unable to get out in time got sucked in only to be run down by some mexican or black or POS white trash trying to prove they now rule the Dale, for Christ sakes they put the fucking projects in on McCord folks, no coming back from that!

It won’t ever change until KCSO steps up and out from under Youngbloods desk, take Oildale back, stop slapping these losers on hand and kicking outta Lerdo or dt jail 2 hrs after being arrested, allow parents to take parenting back, check these punk ass young kids who think they are big and bad asses in reality ain’t shit, not now or ever. Back in my day you’d been gone first day honey trust and believe!

Get a life folks! You spend so much time thieving, hustling, dumpster diving, recycling stolen shit, robbing old folks, beating / killing the young like Danielle Karlen or Dustin or the other INNOCENT people just trying to make honest life for themselves.

Y’all think it makes you look badass or it makes you feel like your something? Phhh you ain’t shit baby boy/girl out here slinging your poison and acting all gangsta lmao

Here’s a thought LOSERS: Y’all got such energy put that into, don’t be scared, a JOB yes I said get a damn JOB, support your own ass and your kids’ ass y’all keep popping out so us taxpayers get to pay you for while your slamming! WOW there’s a concept huh you’ll be ok it’s not that bad I promise!

Geese come on now!! KSCO & others need to get it together, start crackin a few more heads a lil harder and take our streets back before it gets any worse if that’s even possible.

Go down Beardsley & see the REAL shit down there. See, smell and/or touch what’s left of the shed where Danielle (unsolved) was murdered April 1, 2017 she was burned ALIVE for God’s sake, people hearing HER SCREAMS for help that were in vein & they helpless to do anything.

Talk to the young ones who are being raised by the whores who could give two shits bout them other than when they don’t get that monthly welfare checks taxpayers are forced to hand out, see how their outlook on life, it is even more disturbed than that of their worthless parents THATS THE NEXT GENERATION PEOPLE wake up and see this NOW otherwise God help us all.

Talk to the old folks still alive hiding down in those streets to see what they tell you, I guarantee if they’re allowed to be completely honest and blunt without fear of the consequences I promise, they’ll tell you the same damn thing I have where it all started going to shit!

Y’all keep the “omg you’re racist yadda yadda yadda blah blah blah” to yourself, I couldn’t be further from a racist if I tried any harder, it’s called a realist. You’ve gotta fix what WENT wrong before you can fix WHAT’S wrong. Fuck the village folks it’s gonna take everyone, all walks of life, regardless of color or creed to start tightening those stirrups, getting in there strong & deep, pulling back them reins so damn hard you bleed and not budging an inch to get Oildale back to Oildale plain and simple.

Question is, are you really ready and willing to put in the hundreds of unpaid and death threats included to work to take back what once was a great honorable lil town? Answer that truthfully!! I am!!!

Fin (author) from Barstow on September 02, 2018:

Jaime> I sent you a msg.

Jaime Shields on September 02, 2018:

I wood love to help u understand the lives we lead ,born and raised her 41yrs,and used to b proud to b a dallion, please consider my story ,i thing i have aspects not yet brought up,jaimestanphill@gmail.com or jaime stanphill on fb ...thank u

Fin (author) from Barstow on September 02, 2018:

are you saying the Bloods and the Crips moved in? Or are you saying all of CA went bad about then?

Jasons Mom 05 on September 02, 2018:

I used to live there from 79 till 1990 I don't think it got that bad until around 1990 when the Bloods and the Crips moved out from LA

Fin (author) from Barstow on September 02, 2018:

i understand that it is affordable for many people that that is one of the reasons why many others flock to it. I know there are a lot of issues in the community that need to be addressed. I appreciate your kind words.

Diana on September 02, 2018:

You seem to have gotten a skewed perspective from your source. The view you have from Oildale is mirrored in other neighborhoods across Bakersfield and or Country. I suggest you spend more time speaking with people that live there, work there, and maybe with organizations such as the Oildale Community Action Team who are working tirelessly to improve situations. I have lived Oildale for over 20 years, raising children and supporting local businesses. I am very proud to be able to spend my time volunteering to improve that community instead of sitting back pointing out what's wrong.

Justin on September 02, 2018:

Read your story and is pretty good. Ive lived in the dale for a while now with my wife and kids. We make the best of what we have here. This place is on the decline so fast. There are so many reasons why oildale has turned into this. We live here because its affordable and if we could afford more we would leave. We make the best of it.

Brad on September 02, 2018:

Ended kind abruptly... no conclusion

Fin (author) from Barstow on September 01, 2018:

James. I understand your sentiments and if you are from Oildale would like to hear more from you. I know things are pretty bad there and that many of the influential elements are tearing it apart. I would hate to see this place continue down its destructive path. I don't think it's too far gone yet. Please feel free to email me: wpc2335@outlook.com.

James Link on September 01, 2018:

Oildale is the most fucked up place on the face of the earth. You feel it in your bones and know its true. Jesus is also extremely active down here. Very active, Jesus is.

Fin (author) from Barstow on August 15, 2018:

well not sure whether I made Oildale seem worse or whether you are saying that I made it seem better. I tried to be fair because we are all people here and there is a lot of economic disparity in the Oildale community that needs to be addressed. I didn't want to marginlalize anyone in the community

Bobbi on August 15, 2018:

Good story but made oildale not seem as bad as it is...?

Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington DC on August 15, 2018:

Your story, Flinn, is only a magnification of what is going on all over these Disunited States of America. Politicians, including law enforcement and judicial branches, and the rich here are reaping from their flooding communities with drugs and "shoestring" surviving in complete violation of the Constitution and Declaration of Independence.

Most drugs are imported by the CIA and FBI, Remember the "Iran-Contra Affair" where drugs were imported and sold on the nation's streets to get money to buy guns to sell to the Iranians to supplement the CIA's budget? Maybe you are a bit young even for that but I remember the 1960's how FBI director J. Edgar Hoover conspired and planted "Crack" in the Black community to destroy support for the "Black Panthers" so they could be destroyed so they could get to Martin Luther King, Jr. with little to no trouble.

All of that and the "Common Core" form of teaching school are designed to make "zombies" out of everyone for implementing the NWO. That is what my being a "objectively observing" nomad in this nation has revealed to me.

Fin (author) from Barstow on August 14, 2018:

Thanks again Carol....I will try to correct the street names. Let me know if you have trouble getting the other articles. Or you can message me on FB if this is where you found me from.

Carol on August 14, 2018:

When you write please use the correct street names. Airport Drive. Beardsley Avenue. Etc. Good article. Havent read your others, but would like too. Where can i find them?

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on August 14, 2018:

I agree with Flourish. I enjoyed this article and the stark truth it reveals about Oilville, but it is difficult to rate the article “pleasant.” I do applaud you for writing this though, Finn. It was very interesting.

Valerie on August 13, 2018:

I enjoyed the article from a different perspective. It wasn't all that informative to me but interesting to hear from one of the people who live here who has problems like the ones we are working on alleving. I likeed your disclaimer about it only being one of many stories people have about their lives here.

Fin (author) from Barstow on August 13, 2018:

well i am not a lawyer and cannot comment on that but I have a feeling they really are not interested in you per se...if you understand. I would talk to someone though because a Felony means prison time and is very serious. I know it can be scary....and I don't want to comment on what I do not know anything about....

Mike on August 13, 2018:

What about these Fish game places in Oildale and in Bakersfield I was just an employee at 1 and Bakersfield Police Department are trying to hit me with two felonies just for working there I did not own it I was just an employee to me that is wrong two felonies that's a bit harsh

Fin (author) from Barstow on August 13, 2018:

not sure what you mean by "i would never call the sad thing I read about here pleasant"....i guess you are talking about the town? Not my article?

FlourishAnyway from USA on August 13, 2018:

I enjoyed the article for its gritty, no nonsense truth although I would never call the sad thing I read about here pleasant.

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