Knickerbocker Ave Building

‘Twas an exhausting weekend, in which we, you know, actually did stuff instead of lying face-down in a pool of vomit, as on most weekends. No, this weekend we were downright productive! Saturday we dragged ourselves out to the Bushwick Walking Tour. We were a little late and had not committed the map to memory, so we couldn’t find the tour for a while. So we conducted our own walking tour as we plodded around in the hot sun. After consulting Jeannie’s sister over the phone, we backtracked until we found the group. Now I really wish I had made it to the South Bushwick tour from last month, I bet it had a lot of info that would have been useful to somebody who lives there (me). Saturday’s tour was very informative, and really underlines just how different the two poles of the neighborhood are. I’m pretty jealous of some of the stuff up around Maria Hernandez Park, like the multiple produce markets and bakeries.

There was one weird moment when a young white woman crossed our path and seemed incredulous that people would want to tour Bushwick. She walked up to us and said something like, “What are you up to? I’ve never seen you around here before.” I honestly thought she was a shill planted by the organizers to foment a conversation about the necessity of learning about one’s environment, etc., but the longer she went on the more I believed her. She expressed disbelief that there was anything worth seeing around the area, then complained at the lack of amenities like coffee shops and the like (why is everybody so obsessed with coffee shops?) It was pointed out that she lived not three blocks from several cafes and restaurants and yes, a coffee shop; she was unaware of any of this. She also declared the M train was the worst train in the system, which I find at least slightly dubious.

If she was for real, I guess that’s the type of newcomer that long-term residents find especially disconcerting; they come here for relatively cheap rent even though they’re still probably paying lots more than their older neighbors, and they don’t really have any conception of the neighborhood, nor see any need to. All that matters is how long it takes to get to Manhattan. Maybe I’m wrong about this woman, but it sure makes me understand the worry that longtime residents feel they will be steamrolled in the mad rush to cater to people who can afford not to give a damn.

Flickr Album: Bushwick Walking Tour
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