Sights and Sounds of Bayview

High up on a hill in San Francisco's Hunter's Point neighborhood is a tiny two-bedroom apartment. From the outside it looks like any other building on the block. But as you approach, the sound of laughing, yelling, stomping, squealing, and music can be heard spilling out of the door and windows. 

Gathered inside is a group of black girls. They're old friends, new friends, cousins, sisters, neighbors, and strangers. Every day after school, nearly 30 of them make their way here to be part of a makeshift, girls-only clubhouse called Girls 2000.

Here, the girls can learn to cook for themselves. They help each other with homework. They work on art projects. They talk about boys. And they learn how to grow.

Michael Zelner

It’s Thursday, and do you know what you’re doing this weekend? If you don’t, fear not: I’ve got a list of go-to events that are open to everyone.

TaSin Sabir

Bayview has long been known as San Francisco’s industrial hub. But on Yosemite Street there’s an imposing brick building with a dance studio. Inside the space there's a group of young people who climb on pieces of welded iron that hang three feet off the ground. They run and mess around with each other during breaks. But their joviality turns to concentration when they get in the air. Up there they’re spinning, floating, and thriving.

Kyung Jin Lee

Sixty-eight-year-old Oscar James stands on a hill overlooking the old Hunters Point Shipyard. He points out a street that’s now closed off by a chain-link fence. That’s where his family lived on a street once called Navy Road. There’s a striking view of the bay side of the peninsula.

“All that dirt, see it behind the lab, the road?” he asks. “From that road all the way back used to be water.”

Kevin Jones


This isn’t the story of another police shooting. It’s the story of what happens after a police shooting. Especially one in particular.