I have lived / studied/ worked in NYC since the summer of 1981. While I quickly identify as a Philadelphian, I’ve got quite a fondness for this city.
Oh, where to start. The Gentrification issue. It isn’t just pockets of Manhattan that are being razed and replaced with soulless sealed-windows smooth glass and steel monoliths, devoid of style, appeal or warmth. I’m in Astoria and it’s happening. In fact, it’s happening in Long Island City right next door in a rampant and aggressive manner, only in the last 8 years or so. Terrifying.
The process of making generations of people whose presence has defined the look, tastes, smells, culture, local craft and sounds of a neighborhood feel not only displaced but absolutely and undeniably out of place and unwelcome is a process that has- to my eyes- rapidly increased in cruelty and coarseness since Trump was campaigning. Plain and simple. Astoria used to be primarily Italian, then Greek and Italian, then Hispanic and Greek and Italian. Now? It’s this marvelous mélange of everyone and everything. Muslims from many nations, Easter Europeans, Russians, Greek, Hispanic, Italian, Irish, everyone everything. It’s freaking great. But as all of these average-income working people have their 3- and 4-story apartment buildings sold out from under them to make room for the aforementioned soulless husks, the neighborhood will literally dis-integrate. Funny, what that word really means.
Museums? Shopping? Sure. NYC’s got a large variety of museums. It’s an older city that’s always had a big slice of stunningly wealthy people. Hence, museums great and small. Shopping? Well, yeah, but not as it’s been. Gone is almost all of the Flower District. Gone are many of the amazing second-hand and more craft-oriented stores that were selling goods at accessible prices. Yes, in SoHo and the Lower East Side ( which has gone from Needle Park to Don’t Fucking Park Near My $ 2,800 Stroller ! ), craft shops can still be found. But almost nobody can afford what’s for sale in them.
Gone is Canal Jeans, Pearl Paint, etc etc. Gone are very vibrant neighborhoods. Not entirely gone, but a lot of the individuality and distinct qualities are being driven under. On my avenue, an old Italian bakery closed last year. The sign read, " We thank our neighbors and friends for the support and business of the last 70 years. "
Those signs are the rule not the exception as much in the outer boroughs as in Manhattan.
I mourn the loss of many favorite spots- and would mourn them MUCH less if now and then they were replaced by OTHER interesting local spots that didn’t appeal to me, but appealed to someone.
This city is actively engaged in becoming both inaccessible and benign.
