I did it.
After doing mortal combat with my VCR for several months, I finally managed to tape the infamous “Nigger” episode of Boston Public.
I was not disappointed. The whole story about “Nigger” was well done, IMHO. Good job.
But there was another subplot, which was about a homeless student. Jeri “Baywatch” Ryan was worried that this girl was sleeping in a van under a bridge in gack Jamaica Plain! That gawdawful crime-ridden neighborhood. Land of the homeless. Home of the wino.
Later in the episode, they went to JP to visit the girl. And there were several scenes of that neighborhood. Steam rising from sewars. Menacing bohemoth parking garages with heroin junkies milling about. Teeming masses of alcoholics. Gangs. Crime, crime, crime.
Excuse me, Mr. Kelley. But have you ever visited the wonderful land of, oh, say, Not California?
Perhaps in your fucked up little fantasy land, all students are tanned, all teachers are 22-year-old babes (with uber-glossy lips and tits that mountain climbers dream about) and JP is a slum.
Perhaps you got over on the rest of America, you snot butt. But not me. Why? I LIVE here, you fuck nose. Why was there NOT ONE shot of, oh, I don’t know, Jamaica Plain, maybe? Why did it all look like South Central LA in winter? You’ve gotten filthy bloody rich producing shows about Boston. Care to come for a visit sometime? Just to say you’ve been here, even once?
JP is not a slum. We have mansions. We have art centers. We have a symphony orchestra (or we did – until that bitch took over, when the board of directors chose her over me – another rant). We have the nation’s oldest arboretum. We have the nation’s oldest community theatre (thanks in some part to NKOTB Joey McIntyre).
OK, when I moved here, JP had a slighly sinister reputation. But that was 15 years ago. Since then, neighborhood watch programs have started (and I have participated). Property values have gone insanely high. There are maybe two homeless people, and I have befriended them both.
This is a great place to live. Boston’s fastest growing jewel of a neighborhood. I am proud to be part of it.
Perhaps you should visit. Seeing as how you profit from your deep knowledge of the place.
Ass bomb.