Reflection-Melissa Duchan

This project forced me to be more aware of my surroundings. I am easily distractable by the constant sensory input of the urban environment; this project required filtering through all the stimuli around me to discern individual events. This was quite painstaking for me as my notes were a jumble of various observations. The outside research mostly corroborated whatever I observed and provided context.

Throughout the project I had an awareness that I was clearly not the first person to study or visit the neighborhood. I wanted to take advantage of prior observations and media about Astoria to contextualize my findings. On an anecdotal level I noticed a lot of street art but I wasn’t sure whether there is a tradition of street art in the area. This video demonstrated that Astoria does in fact have a long history of street art. The epicenter of this tradition is Welling Court, a small side street. Artists from all over the world flock to this otherwise nondescript street to paint murals, turning a local tradition into a global one.

My personal identity as a very loosely affiliated Jew did not really factor into my research much. Many people believe that there is a fundamental tension between Jewish and Arab communities in New York but I did not feel any sense of hostility in the Middle Eastern areas of Astoria. I acknowledge that this may have been different if I were wearing religious garb, but I did notice several ultra-Orthodox Jews who did not seem to feel uncomfortable in the area. I do strongly believe in pluralism and diversity, so perhaps my idealism may have caused me to overlook any ethnic tensions.

This project was not totally novel to me since I took an urban anthropology class last semester. I compared Flushing and Cobble Hill in a research paper. I collected demographic statistics and then statistics on the types of restaurants in the area sorted by cuisine and compared them. I learned that affluent white people enjoy Asian food but not Asian people; the percentage of Asian people in majority-white Cobble Hill is a third of the percentage of Asian restaurants. This methodology of using quantitative facts to uncover demographic truths is already familiar to me.

Taste was a natural choice for me when my group was delegating the senses because I feel taste is a way of traveling on a micro level. There is nothing I love more than travel. Food is universal and the most approachable, undaunting way of experiencing another culture. Food is literally digestible history.

After our research in Astoria, I began to reflect on what makes an area robust and well-rounded. I have always felt that my home neighborhood, Marine Park, lacks something despite its community feel and tree-lined friendliness. My excursions in Astoria clarified this feeling to me. For one, it is only easily accessible by bus or car and not by train. Secondly, its food selection is very sparse. There are only pizza stores, diners and Irish pubs as opposed to the vast cultural selection of Astoria. It does not have a dedicated local produce market (the produce market I shop at is not directly in the area). I believe that a neighborhood must have these amenities in order to be well-rounded and inclusive.

Gentrification is another major issue that must be looked at when studying New York. Statistically, I was unable to make any major conclusions about gentrification in Astoria. This illuminates one of the primary problems with statistics. Although they may be seen as ironclad proofs of societal trends, they are unnuanced and lack complexity. Astoria has always been a primarily white area, according to the definition of whiteness which includes “ethnic whites” like Italians, Greeks and Jews. Because of the census’s broad classification of even Middle Eastern and North African people as white, it was difficult to determine the exact demographics of the area. However, the percentage of whites has basically remained constant within the past decade; this is in contrast to other neighborhoods that had a sharp uptick in white residents after gentrification occurred. Many local news sources insist that Astoria is gentrifying, but because (typically white) gentrifiers would be included in the same percentage as ethnic white “indigenous” residents it is difficult to determine if this is a statistically significant trend.

During my research, I came to realize how many people take the cultural wealth of our city for granted. As a child my mom would take me on weekly trips to local institutions like Met and MOMA in the summer. I did not appreciate these trips at the time but now I realize my life has been enhanced by growing up in such close proximity to these world-class museums. I also realized the cultural wealth of NYC isn’t represented solely by its formal cultural institutions such as museums. Our greatest assets are our people and the monuments they have created to their culture on a small scale. In Astoria, I discovered a small-scale “museum” in the form of Athens Square Park. Mayors of several Greek cities had donated statues to be placed in the park in honor of the Greek culture of the area. This is reminiscent of a park I’ve been to in my mom’s home neighborhood in southern Brooklyn, Sheepshead Bay. It is a Holocaust park, which sounds like an absurd juxtaposition. However, the six rocks representing the six million Jews that died are actually quite a powerful monument. The vibrant Russian Jewish community of the surrounding area is also a testament to perseverance against racism and genocide. Sometimes, the small-scale, lesser-known grassroots monuments and museums to preserve a culture or history are more powerful and evocative than world-renowned landmarks.

Overall, I learned about the value of sitting and observing rather than rushing through a neighborhood without observing my surroundings. This is often forgotten in our hustle-bustle culture. I also learned about how ethnic enclaves are important in the preservation of culture and the creation of a community.

Field Note 2-Melissa Duchan

Time: 3pm

Location: off the Grand Central Parkway

The street near the highway has a more rundown appearance as opposed to the well-maintained facades on 30th by the NQ station. There was a drive-through McDonald’s with a crumbling parking lot surrounded by other semi-dilapidated buildings. The fact that most businesses were shuttered for the weekend contributed to the impression of “deadness” in contrast to the liveliness of our previous visit. A furniture store sported beautiful handmade woodwork in its windows but it was unclear whether it was defunct or not. Ironically, a karate studio sporting self-defense classes was located quite close to the 114th police precinct.

The area was dominated by the constant overwhelming audio of cars rushing down the Grand Central Parkway. It seemed like an uncrossable distance lay between sides of the highway. The Spiderman mural on the other side of the expansive highway seemed to be miles away. The area was rife with gas stations and car repair shops, giving it a more generic and industrial feel in contrast to the communal feel of our prior visit. Next to the gas station there was a Starbucks. An Indian bakery across the street was the only vestige of local businesses. However, on the street that lay in the shadow of the train overpass there were many Greek bakeries. These bakeries provided samples of sticky baklava, oozing with honey and nuts. There was also a very expensive gourmet Greek supermarket. It had an extensive selection of cheeses and olive oils, which was rather overwhelming to a less selective shopper like me.

 

Time: 6pm

Location: Astoria Blvd and Steinway St

This area restored the community feel we felt on our first visit. There were people having cell phone conversations in Russian and Arabic and couples walking with baby strollers.

Steinway was dotted with benches which weary mothers sat on to rest. There were all kinds of businesses: clubs, liquor stores, discount stores, Islamic clothing stores. The odor of hookah emerged from nightclubs such as Fayrooz. Hookah comes in various fruity flavors like apple; the sweet aroma of apples and tobacco wafted through the air. Again there was the smell of grilling food from the kebab truck called Farid’s grill.

Although Astoria is a large neighborhood in a huge and populous city, there was an everybody-knows-everybody vibe in some places. Random passersby often stopped suddenly upon recognition of old friends and began exchanging greetings in Arabic. This gave me the perception that the individual communities within the diverse area are very tight-knit. Many people are immigrants and may find solace in being with people who know their culture and speak their language.

There were many places to sit and just chill. Many cafes advertised featured singers. People reclined in backyards of restaurants and sat on comfortable couches in a frozen yogurt place. People also filed in and out of banks, depositing and withdrawing money. Bodega cashiers sat at their posts, bored and waiting for customers. Some children cried while their parents attended to them.

Field Note 1-Melissa Duchan

Time: 4pm near 30 av station, 3/5/2016

Trains rumble by. One heads deeper into Astoria, towards the terminal at Ditmars Blvd, while the other heads towards Manhattan, where it will eventually reach the terminal in Coney Island. There is a lot of traffic in and out of the area. The neighborhood is accessible by car on either the Grand Central or BQE, by train the N and Q (Q only on weekdays) or 7 at Queensboro Plz, by bus M60 SBS from Harlem, Q19 from Flushing. Cars and trucks also come over the Queensboro Bridge from 59th St in the Upper East Side.

I had to use the bathroom since we arrived from brunch in Crown Heights so I began frantically scanning local businesses trying to discern which one might have a bathroom. I entered the Trade Fair supermarket in the hopes that they might have one but they did not. The children playing basketball in the park informed me that the park bathroom was locked and that it was gross anyway. I struck gold at the Chinese restaurant down the block, although the owners did not seem happy at my failure to purchase food (sorry, I was stuffed from Tom’s Diner in Brooklyn). The mirror in the bathroom was covered in old campaign stickers dating back to the first Bush presidency and other strange paraphernalia.

It was cold outside but not to the point of extreme discomfort. Athens Sq Park across the street from the Chinese restaurant seemed like a good place to observe people. The smells of frying or grilled food from the restaurants and of exhaust from the cars emanated towards the park. The park was ringed in statues donated by various mayors of Greek cities to Mayor Bloomberg, evidence of cultural cooperation. This was also the city’s way of honoring and recognizing the Greek population of Astoria. Diversity appeared to be a major theme of the park in general as evidenced by the walls of the neighboring public school. They sported maps, geographic facts and images of passports.

Middle-school aged kids hung out in the basketball courts to shoot hoops while the younger children used the play structures. Their cries of glee were evidence of the joy they took in repeatedly going up and down slides. Parents cast a careful eye on the kids using riskier structures like monkey bars as opposed to the tamer slides.

The cold weather did not deter the constant flow of pedestrians on the streets surrounding the park. There were people everywhere-streaming in and out of the pharmacies, the 7/11 and the supermarkets. However, some people clearly did not feel like going outside; an Asian delivery man appeared to be rather busy. We watched him unchain and mount his moped on a mission to deliver take-out. Walls of local businesses were largely free of any graffiti but the Chinese restaurant had some small icons on its outer wall. One of them read “REBEL.”

The side streets were mostly residential, featuring modest one or two-family houses. There were also many laundromats, ostensibly catering to nearby apartment buildings. On the corner of a residential street there was a hospital being constructed. It was the Queens branch of Mount Sinai’s cancer center. This structure was a stark reminder of disease and mortality amidst the liveliness of the nearby streets.