My Neighborhood

Coming from New York, Sharon Zukin's, THE NAKED CITY, hit home. Growing up on the Upper West Side and then moving to Soho, gentrification and chain stores replacing original unique ones is not a new concept to me. The Upper West Side was not always a sterilized suburb of new york. When I was younger, creative communities thrived and Central Park was still a place to avoid during the evening. The neighborhood where my childhood took place is almost unrecognizable; Korean markets, novelty stores, and artist communities have been pushed out and replaced with chain stores and restaurants that make you feel you may as well be in a mall. Few landmarks remain, but places such as Zabars and H&H bagels have been able to stick it out.

Although this kind of gentrification was inevitable in Soho, but even high end businesses, such as my old hair salon, was replaced by a Tommy Hilfiger. One of the most upsetting additions to this area is the integration of foreign companies such as the British Top Shop and All Saints. Not only do these stores continue the dull trend of chain stores in a once unique area, but their arrival in America has taken something away from London as well. These stores are no longer special or unique and homogenize major cities.

My new home is in a section of Brooklyn Heights called Boerum Hill that has been slower than other parts of the neighborhood to become an extension of Manhattan. To the right of my house there are at least 25 oil and spice shops and a few schools of Islam. To the left of my house there are famous designer's studios such as Jonathan Adler and Steven Alan and there are numerous nonbrand boutiques selling organic furniture. One block North of my house is the Brooklyn Tabernacle, the historically black neighborhood and Fulton street mall where you can buy wholesale sneakers and wigs. Two blocks South of my house are the Gowanus Housing Projects and the metal works warehouses. Four blocks West is BAM. Two blocks West is the court system and the local jail. In the diner down the block, you will see neighbors from each area eating in the same restaurant. There is a sense of safety in knowing people throughout the neighborhood. My parents always talk about our neighborhood and describe it as Sesame Street. But there are recent developments that you would never see on Sesame Street. http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/19/realestate/commercial/19brooklyn.html. A Barney's Coop moved in down the block next to the Trader Joes. WHile some see the Trader Joes as equal to the Barney's addition, the supermarket provided the neighborhood with a much needed grocery store that is affordable for most sections. Serving only the smallest percentage of Boerum Hill Barney's sticks out like a sore thumb as a big step in building the bridge from Manhattan to Boerum Hill.

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Catherine Ferrara's Gravatar In class we've talked a little bit about what local residents can do to take ownership of places they feel are being overcome and indistinct through seemingly uncontrollable planning and commercialization. Jenna's description of her experience with gentrification in Manhattan and the commercialization of Brooklyn, especially at the end of her post, reminded me of this discussion and also clicked when I read the following in this morning's NYTimes: http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/10/theater/10footpr...

The article describes a theater troupe who has written the divisive history of Brookleyn's major redevelopment project, Atlantic Yards, into a musical. It was built from extensive interviews with people directly impacted by the massive reconstruction plans, including local business owners, residents, and politicians. The article labels the musical as more of a commentary than a theatrical production, as it "present[s] a layered portrait of a city and a neighborhood changing, sometimes under duress."

In addition to clearly reflecting the impressions of imposed redevelopment and loss of place identity we have read about and discussed in class, I think this particular response rperesents a step towards action and community ownership. It certainly attempts to inspired people to be aware of and care about the changes going on around them and to recognize the lack of choice they have traditionally been given as well as how they might start to take back that power as a community.
# Posted By Catherine Ferrara | 11/10/10 1:37 PM
John Whitney's Gravatar Reading over Jenna’s description of her neighborhood, I feel compelled to offer my examination of my own childhood. I’ve lived in Danvers, MA (25 minutes North of Boston on the North Shore) my entire life though we moved once across town when I was 7. Looking back, Danvers was a great place to raise children and I am forever thankful to my parents for choosing to raise me and my siblings in such a safe area. Although I was a kid, I want to think that Danvers was a very close-knit community. Several family festivals and season events were always occurring, along with the fortunate activities I was permitted to participate such as Little League and Cub Scouts. I attended Catholic schools from 2nd grade through high school and all the while I still maintained a strong sense of safety within my town, even during the transforming years of high school. It is hard to compare my child self with the person I am today and the heightened knowledge and experience I now carry, but I now feel a strong sense of disconnect to the hometown I lived in my entire life. I suppose this transformation occurs for many students during college as they try to imagine their future lives as they enter the real world, but, in a specific sense, I have noticed a dynamic change in the quality of my hometown, possibly resulting from sprawl and the economic bust of the past few years. I notice the middle-schoolers wreaking havoc at the local roast beef stop (roast beef in Mass is something everyone needs to experience, trust me) and I seriously have to ask myself if this is the safe town I grew up in. I realize high school kids will always get into sorts of mischief and I am not saying I was a saint in high school, but I am now able to see a different Danvers I may’ve never been able to witness because of my age or other reason. The reason for this memoir discovery leads me to the conflict I am now facing as I’ve caught attention to my parents interest in moving to Essex, MA and beautiful town 15 minutes north on the Essex River. I know that my parents have always wanted to settle on the water, as I aspire to hopefully do myself, but, regardless of my thoughts of my hometown, my house is another concern. Even if I feel less comfortable in town when I am on break or over the summer, I will always have a particular attachment to my childhood home. I can only accept the fact that I am turning a chapter in my life, as are my parents—with all the kids in or out of college—that is exciting in one sense but also foreign in another. At the same time that I am going through such strong transitions in my life, I have a whole new sense of the term “place” and what the notion of place means to people and myself.
# Posted By John Whitney | 12/8/10 1:17 AM
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