When I was about 13 years old growing up in Allied Gardens, I figured out that if I rode my bike just over a hill towards College Avenue, it would eventually hit El Cajon Blvd, which seemed like a gateway to the world I was isolated from.
Hillcrest has something for every body. Where else could you go vintage clothes shopping, jog through the most beautiful park in the city, have a cocktail in a sea of pink flamingos, watch a drag queen or two walk by, and then walk home?
Looking back at our community’s history, it was people of all ages who stood up against oppression and fought for a place at the table. Our struggle needs to continue to be a collaboration between the generations.