When we (a young white family) moved to Clinton Hill in the early 1990s, within days we’d been welcomed by our (black) neighbors, invited to barbecues, spent time talking on stoops and watching each other’s children play on the sidewalk, etc. When I moved to Park Slope, I found that the mostly white families mostly keep to themselves. To this day, I’m on a friendly “hi, how are you?” basis with my black neighbors on my North Slope block whereas the white neighbors seem to think I’m crazy if I say hello to them on the sidewalk! Talk about cultural differences.
— by Park Sloper in Do Generalizations About Harlem Hold for Brooklyn Nabes?