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During the Christmas season a crime took place near Shea Stadium
in the Queens section of New York City which once again proved
that evil, unlike death, never takes a holiday. As reported in
various New York newspapers including the NYTimes, a group of
vagrants, who lived in a makeshift shack town in an area near
a walkway between the Long Island Railroad and the Number 7
subway, overpowered a couple waiting for a train, dragged the
woman to the shacks, robbed, beat and raped her. It took police
almost 3 hours to find the woman because the shacks were hidden
in dense undergrowth. The alleged perpetrators are illegal
immigrants, some with criminal records involving drugs and
assault. The alleged ringleader is believed to be a member of
the LA based Mexican gang, Knights of Destruction. An outreach
group had visited the shacks several times and offered help but
the residents said thanks but no thanks. Transportation agencies
that use the area claim the shack settlement was not on their
part of the property. And besides, the site had gone unseen.
Anyone who takes above ground trains into New York City, has
seen makeshift shanties in odd corners. An extreme version of
the separate societies growing up within our cities. In urban
centers with less valuable real estate, cities within cities are
in the downtown heart. In hot property places like NYC, they're
in the outer circles. They are not shining cities on hills, but
places where drug crime, incoherent codes of vengeance and
sexual brutality increasingly warp the fabric of life. Many
residents who don't share the ethos are overwhelmed and simply
seek to keep out of harm's way. Others put up a fight. As the
Dawson family in Baltimore, Maryland did. Luckily not all meet
the fate of the Dawsons. Who, as you may remember, were
incinerated in their beds. Allegedly by a neighbor irked with
their complaints to the police about drug dealing outside their
door. Since then several more unnatural-- or are they now
natural?-- deaths have occurred in the city of Baltimore within
Baltimore. Such as 15 year old Ciara Jobes, who in the custody
of her aunt, was imprisoned in windowless squalor and finally
starved to death. Ciara lived with her aunt because of her
mother's record. Ciara's infant sister had died of a cocaine
overdose. Ciara's story is echoed in the recent case of 3 little
boys in Newark, New Jersey who were left with a crack using
cousin by a mother serving time for child abuse. In the cousin's
care one boy died. The other two were found starving in filth.
Children fare poorly in our cities within cities. Animals,
particularly dogs, don't do well either. Sometimes the two
intersect in ways that speak of the way they live now. Last
Fall, in Albany, New York, a child was attacked in her backyard
by a pack of dogs who'd been roaming the neighborhood. Several
were breeds commonly trained for dog fights and as security
forces for drug dealers. Such training means torture; to get the
dogs' rage level pumped. Dogs made vicious and then abandoned
are a problem in many cities. But from Albany within Albany
comes a newspaper comment by a resident which reads like a Hint
From Heloise in Hell. How, when he and his neighbors face
vicious dogs, steel pipes are helpful to pry apart jaws. As a
friend from Jersey's Gold Coast puts it: "It's Mad Max time".
The section of New Jersey called The Gold Coast runs along the
Hudson River across from Manhattan and provides its own examples
of cities where certain areas glitter not. In hip happening
Hoboken, public housing projects sit at the rear end of a real
estate dream boat. Drug trade and gang activity have become so
intense within the projects that Hoboken has considered calling
in the State Police. In nearby Jersey City, a small shopping
mall was built a few years ago on a second city strip far from
the golden waterfront. The mall was lauded as an example of the
ripple effects of waterfront redevelopment. Which was jacked by
HUD deals and tax abatements. The waterfront of office towers
and deluxe cardboard condos boomed. But the inner city mall is
failing. According to some, people are afraid to walk to it.
Why, after a period of national prosperity and in places where
public money flowed and business advantages were granted, are
blighted cities within cities so entrenched? Part of the answer
lies with how the money and advantages were directed. Some went
to float real estate speculation, which at its worst fostered
an epidemic of mortgage flipping and produced, in some cities,
artificial shortages of affordable housing. Or left empty shells
adrift in a sea of slums. Some bankrolled enclaves of the
upscale New Urban. At best the results were business and tourist
centers that provided some employment and pulled people into
cities as day trippers-- but which also helped cement the
function of cities as places to visit before heading home after
work or marriage. And then there's corruption. A lot of the
money and breaks taxpayers had a vague notion were revitalizing
inner cities, were instead revitalizing the pockets of corrupt
pols and their public contractor pals with ties to organized
crime. The same organized crime busy in the drug biz. As
industrial jobs disappeared in cities within cities, drugs
became a major employer of the able bodied and uneducated. Who
became increasingly amoral and brutal. And crack in particular,
which is said to have gone away but is still strangely present,
keeps on producing legions of the undead.
Making matters worse is a lack of social consensus on how to
fix the problems. Ideological battle lines are set in stone and
mortared with financial interest. The thought of acknowledging
broad failure brings a rush to the barricades by both left and
right. And in every city within a city, one can count on someone
saying "let's not focus on the negative". As a Rochester
resident did in a recent NYTimes article about the rising murder
rate in upstate New York cities. The sentiment often comes
from well meaning, loyal residents who honestly believe in
sympathetic magic: if you only acknowledge the good, the bad
will go away. Other times it comes from public officials who've
fallen down on the job. The well meaning prop up the negligent
who love free loyalty almost as much as free money. But it is
true that good things in cities often go under appreciated.
Consider the Albany neighborhood of Park South. Not a very big
neighborhood, it runs along the south side of lovely Washington
Park, which was designed under the influence of Frederick
Olmstead. Park South is close to hospitals, colleges and the
Lark Street strip of restaurants and galleries. It has several
good restaurants within its own borders, plus a well known music
club. Park South is within walking distance of a supermarket,
bus lines and a major museum. In short, it has what it takes to
make a successful urban neighborhood. Yet Park South struggles
to survive. Because it also has a big helping of city within
city problems. The worst stemming from slums which consistently
house drug users and dealers.
Park South was never a rich neighborhood. But it was a stable,
close knit one with a mix of homeowners and tenants in 2 family
homes, smallish apartment buildings and on some streets, low
brownstones. Though many old time residents have left, a small
core remains and has drawn in some newcomers over the past
decade. For years, this nucleus has stood its ground and refused
to be pushed out by drug crime and neglect. Though Park South
teeters on the edge, it doesn't topple over. For every situation
that deteriorates, you can point to something that has improved.
Usually as result of Herculean effort. Some in Park South still
sweep their sidewalks daily. A small thing but given the
situation, an act of faith. In a neighborhood which has seen
truly extreme drug violence, Park South has a volunteer staffed
Walk and Watch that functions year round and has never ceased
since the day it was formed. There's also been consistent effort
to provide alternatives for the neighborhood's children. Some of
whom are as neglected or as dangerous as the buildings they
inhabit. And though tensions exist (we're talking human beings
here) Park South is a neighborhood where black and white manage
to work together, particularly on matters concerning children.
There are neighborhoods with the strengths and problems of Park
South all across the nation. Grand plans for them have been
coming off the drawing boards for years. But maybe what they
need are fewer mega schemes and a lot more focus, financial and
otherwise, on day to day details. You know-- that place where
God is. Why not listen to their remarkably similar wish lists
and give them those 24/7 walking beat cops and clean streets?
Keep those garbage trucks rolling. Blitz negligent property
owners, public and private, with code violations. Enforce
existing laws. Fill the potholes. Turn down the boomcars. Stand
behind those who really think of their neighborhood as a home--
as opposed to a cash cow, or an exercise in vanity, or a shack
town in no man's land. Better hurry though. Even the best
can lose heart.
Carola Von Hoffmannstahl-Solomonoff
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