It was only in the last couple of years that I knew “gentrification” was a bad word. Before, people were just “cleaning up” or “fixing up” a neighborhood. I rather think “gentrification” is a misnomer anyway — is someone who makes $25,000/yr and lives in a 2 bedroom apartment with a roommate a member of the gentry? Getting off track already. Anyone who has been in Brooklyn long enough knows there was something in the “hood” or the “barrio” before the riots and the fires and the crack. Somehow running the original residents out at knifepoint is okay, but when their grandchildren (or more likely, people who resemble their grandchildren) come back that’s oppression by The Man pushing us out of Our Neighborhood. Picking up trash in front of your house becomes an assault on brown skinned peoples everywhere. Wanting to eat something more than Church’s or alcapurrias raises the rents of the working poor.

I’m not even trying to play any race card — I know there are black and Puerto Rican hipsters, and there’s a white crackhead that hovers on my block every day. But there’s no ignoring the stream of lily white hipsters swarming this hood in a wave that has not yet crested, and the wave of U-Hauls brimming with the possessions of Puerto Ricans and Mexicans on their way out of town…presumably to East New York? No idea. Don’t care. The point is, it’s become racially charged. It’s seen as a conspiracy — if you are white and you moved to Bushwick, you might as well be the KKK burning families out of town.

The point of this post is to point out something obvious to those who live here, but maybe not so obvious to those who don’t: Bushwick is changing, and faster than any of us ever thought. Is that a bad thing? Depends on the perspective, for sure. But before groupthink takes over and people start howling for “someone to do something,” remember this is at least the fourth time in a century that the demographics of Bushwick have changed. You’ll remember that when you see the old brewers’ mansions on Bushwick Avenue, or the handful of Italian-owned stores still in operation on Knickerbocker.

I’m sure it will annoy many that this is the first real post of this blog, but you gotta start somewhere, right? There will definitely be more on this subject so at the risk of writing a book, I’ll leave it here for now.