Quote of the Day
Everyone I know, who has either held on during the bad old days, and is still hanging on, or chose to come back or join our communities since then, is very, very committed to not only keeping what we have now, but improving it. For ourselves and families, not to make it attractive and desireable…
Everyone I know, who has either held on during the bad old days, and is still hanging on, or chose to come back or join our communities since then, is very, very committed to not only keeping what we have now, but improving it. For ourselves and families, not to make it attractive and desireable to others. Because we, as a black community, are certainly not all poor, not criminal, not all unemployed, and not all concerned with impressing other people. We in Crown Heights North, did not work like dogs to get our neighborhood landmarked to impress white people, or make it “good enough” for them to want to move here. We, and by which I mean an organization that was about 95% black at the time, did it for US, because we are proud of our neighborhood, and wanted it protected, for now, and for our future generations, no matter who happens to live there.
— by Montrose Morris in What the Census Says About Us
Oh this topic makes my head spin. There are so many different sides to everyone here, so many intricate matrices of issues that intersect and collide, and I appreciate many many people’s points of view, What included (because for better or worse What made me question a few things) when he is being more engaging and less insulting. I know that I end up putting myself in some kind of peace keeping role (totally self appointed I am aware, perhaps it annoys the hell out of everyone) because I am proud of this weird little community and want it to be better. But really there are things that we are just not going to agree on sometimes and the question is how are we going to disagree, respectfully or not? Anyway, that is my overly-sincere 2 cents today. Great quote as always MM.
Oy, stop you guys. What has a very poignant heart felt feeling about his neighborhood, and I for one, really get it.
I hope you aren’t blocked What. I’ll look for you later.
I think that same thing when I’m in Bed Stuy part of Fulton Street. Nail salons, hair braiding, 99cent stores.
That said, every day, on the way home from work, when I emerge from the subway into Fulton Park and walk up Stuyvesant Ave I do notice how beautiful my neighborhood is and am thankful for the neighbors that keep it that way and to all of them that have welcomed me into the neighborhood. It’s been a long time since I’ve lived somewhere in a city where people say hello to each other when they pass on the street.
“I have to share this story. I was walking down Fulton St and noticed how beautiful my neighborhood is and how fortunate I am to be born and raised here.”
Great story. I’m going to try to obtain the film rights…
Well Brownstoner has put the block filter to your boy so later..
The What
Someday this war is gonna end…
What;
You are incoherent (though I have to agree with East NY, your rantings have great entertainment value).
I started the discussion that led to MM’s QOTD, by relating the story of my father’s friend who fled NY and practically gave away his buildings on 3rd Street. You saw it as an opportunity to show your belief in your moral superiority by paying the “white flight/racism” card.
Now you are telling us above that only natives are true Brooklynites and worthy of your esteem. Tell me how that is different from someone who judges another person by the color of their skin.
Things change What. The fact that new people move in and are not just like you in every way, shape and form is tough shit. Grow up and Get a life.
Naw East New York I’m HEATED!!!
Watch what happens when the Mutant Asset Bubble blows up. Pay close attention!
The What
Someday this war is gonna end…
“I going to do what Bush did after 911! Ether you are with us or with them and I don’t care where the card fall. You Mofo’s better “Man Up”!!!!”
He’s raving, but he’s funny. Still cracks me up.