Reality is a Work in Progress

  • Right now humans are more advanced than we’ve ever been technologically
  • We are also vastly unequal when it comes to sharing the resources of life and opportunity
  • Despite money and success people are more socially isolated  than ever before, especially in the western world
  • There are dangerous changes in the environment brought on by careless over-development

And yet, this is not the picture of reality that’s presented in media and in every day encounters. We live as if our positions are fixed, natural. Our actions only serve to sedate our fears.  Deep inside us is the awareness that nothing is stable, and that we could all be in another’s shoes.There’s a handful of billionaires and tyrants with the kind of stability that offers true peace of mind. And they have it because the vast majority of the world doesn’t. The first step to confront and change this reality is by admitting it.

It seems hopeless to look out and admit that everything you have could be taken away by one fell swoop of a teetering economy. New perspectives are daunting but isn’t that reason enough to risk it for something better? Take two or three steps back from your individual standpoint to look at the bigger picture. Think about consequences and the social reality we live in.

I write to face reality. My words will free the world.

How to Take Advantage of Sunlight in February

Since the sun was out today, I rode my bike somewhat aimlessly through BedStuy. There was just enough shine to warm you up.  I biked down Lewis, back up Marcus Garvey, to Fulton St., then back down Marcy all the way to Flatbush and back. 

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Exclaimation marks, mark real live sites of gentrified violence. The projects across the street from the beginning of Williamsburg, nestled in between brand new buildings on Myrtle ave.

Nostrand Ave is a fucking wreck but Bedford Ave, one block up, has brand new smooth  bike lanes to match the sparkly new shops. Every corner I turned there was either trash mixed with the melting snow, or those cute chalkboards in front of cafes with cute people looking very cosmopolitan in the windows. I came to the crossroads that gentrification in BedStuy is like a bike ride on a sunny day in February:

  • white women walking on the same side of the street as some project buildings
  • project buildings right across from single family condos
  • white fathers pushing their strollers past loitering black guys
  • white teens, casually walking past forgotten and boarded up buildings

These situations draw me in because I know if the races were reversed in any of them the sunny day is all of a sudden…muggy. Here is your reverse racism; I’ve colored the conquistadors as white again. Have I? Or have we all assumed? What if my bike notes looked like this:

  • Black women walking down Lexington avenue
  • Single family condos built in between a detention center and an empty lot
  • children, coming from brunch with their parents
  • nannies picking up their kids from daycare
  • Black teens, casually walking anywhere

Did you racialize who belongs in these spaces?

It’s okay, we’re all socialized to accept some things as natural and others as signs of trouble. White flight happens the same way as gentrification. A few right moves into the wrong neighborhood, until a  critical mass is reached. At gentrification’s Critical Mass property values increase, followed by rents. Boutiques, specialty wine shops and high priced real estate offices become the norm

The bottom line of the gentry is top of the line appliances. They pass boarded up buildings down one block and but high rises on the next without blinking. It’s ignoring the possibilities of rebuilding value in the community and opting for the profit potential of something ‘better’  instead. Value and profit are subject to change based on  assumptions of what’s ‘worth it’. When some skins mean value and others do not, gentrification becomes racial.

What I saw today was the front line of the frontier. Before the critical mass hits and there’s just the discomfort of pending invasion, ‘Scouts’ come looking for that new place that they just  have to experience. They often seem out of place but keep squeezing into the role for the sake of illusions. We’re all human, looking for places to belong. Yup.

The difference is who can afford these places.  We all can’t afford $4.00 for 16oz of cold brewed, fair trade coffee. Those who can afford the luxury take advantage (including cheap students who’ve learned how to budget). Soon overcrowding and saturation by  all us gentrifiers makes a difference in stabilizing prices. When values are down and everyone’s brown, money is equal. I can afford it on weekends, but definitely not every day.

Home of the Best French Toast in BedStuy
Saraghina Brooklyn, home of the best French Toast in BedStuy

I like quiet, low-key places with cheap prices and yummy food. Everybody likes that. Yep. I’m excited to get out in BedStuy; to make the most of my free time, support black and small businesses. And like everyone else, I like the excitement and the possibility of finding my own haunts.

So I take a few reflectory steps back, as I examine my role in this complex saga of finding and belonging. Why is the line drawn between me; a young, but educated, queer woman of color and a white middle class family moving in down the block?

The difference is not just phenotypical or prix fixe, its in the physical protection. Which bodies will be allowed to thrive and succeed in this space? Which bodies are contributing to the perceived increase in value of the space and which ones are used as the scapegoat for deterioration? (hint. It’s the same ones who use a higher SPF). When some skins are a flag for open territory and others are not, gentrification becomes racial.

Gentrification is violence in subtlety. When white bodies move in, black, women’s, poor, youth, POC, immigrant, bodies are displaced. This happens succinctly. White people gentrify with certain knowledge that a way has been paved for them to be there, and be completely comfortable. Without questioning their role in gentrifying, they begin to take up more space in coffee shops, on sidewalks, in community board meetings.

Contrast that with the experience of POC in every other social institution; where we have to fight to be visually represented, fight for our needs to be written into policy, and fight for respect and recognition; where our very act of existing is a cause for backlash.

There is no fighting when white people come to town. In fact, some businesses from the community can and do take advantage of the increased security and rising chances that they’ll  make it into the black.  Spaces with the right marketing strategy, the right look, the right products, and the right location live to see the neighborhood evolve into one that would prefer a young, rich, and white clientele.

The gentry just takes advantage of what already exists: a few hours of beautiful weather, low-priced land, willing businesses. It works best on those sunny days in February when they can pretend to be part of the neighborhood just enjoying the weather, ignoring what was there before, ignoring the bodies moved out in the night. They can rest assured that by summer the block will be a little cleaner, brighter, ‘safer’.

*also on Medium

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It’s Time To Talk About Depression in Hip Hop

basedclacky:

Self care is the ultimate revolutionary love. Black people, men, oppressed people: we gotta love ourselves and each other enough to care..

Originally posted on Rediscovering New York:

Danny Brown’s disturbing tweets were either unreported or written off as just another Twitter rant by most of the major music websites. It’s important to take a closer look.

[Trigger Warning: Suicide]

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