On Being Gentry

While reading the readings for this week, I couldn’t help but think about how gentrification seems to be a problem without solution. In both readings, the historical trajectory of neighborhoods is the focus—the process of gentrification, what starts it, and where it ends up. But if, for instance, we’re talking about Crown Heights, where gentrification is currently in the process of kicking people out of the neighborhood as prices climb, what is the solution to the problem? Is gentrification’s end as a displacement of previous tenants and the investment of newer wealthier ones inevitable once the process starts? And me, as a middle-class white kid renting an apartment in Flatbush, what part do I have in the whole process?

Dammit, Ayn

The problem of neoliberalism is the ignorance of privilege. Everyone that could be reading this has been birthed or brought into a place of privilege over others, which is exactly why the Rand-esque thoughts of neoliberalism could never work in our society: our society is not a level playing field, and our players are not meant to be sparring against one another in the first place. By being able to access the internet on a computer given to you by prestigious honors program centered in one of the richest cities in the world, each of us have an intense class privilege over many. Any of us who are white have a racial privilege; any of us who are male have an intense patriarchal privilege; any of us who are heterosexual have an intense heterosexual privilege; any of us who are cisgendered have an intense cisgendered privilege: it is the understanding of these privileges that would enable us to empathize with those without. In the first world we live happily on the backs of the third. The focus of neoliberalism on individual autonomy is not what’s the problem, but the misunderstanding that by simply saying so that autonomy can be had despite hundreds of years of society’s prejudices still alive and well today. The question then is how we can get the privileged to understand their position without them rejecting the notion entirely.

“We have to share our resources and take direction about how to use our privilege in ways that empower those that lack it.”

A Ginger in Crown Heights: The Musical

  • It’s cold
  • Like I don’t wanna be outside cold
  • Blah

Those are the first three entries in my stream-of-conscious note I kept on Thursday as I discovered Crown Heights. I rode in on a Q train around 5:30, figuring that rush-hour was a good a time as any to see what the populace looked like; I did not figure in how long it would actually take me to walk from the 7av stop (firmly in Prospect Heights, because I wanted to see some gradient of gentrification that seemed not to actually exist) to Crown Heights—a time extended because I was a good few blocks into the neighborhood before I even realized I was there. I only realized I was there after I exited from Eastern Parkway, walking a block of gentrification (health food store, yoga, juice bar) then being hit by Caribbean-American cuisine and people who weren’t white. It was magic. One side of the block: organic mart; other side: Thank You Jesus Church, Inc. floating gospel music into the street.

After that, I walked around the residential streets, mostly composed (from what I saw, anyway) of tiny brownstone-like buildings with an apartment on each floor, which all looked very nice, though not filled with all the gentry like I might’ve expected. I met fellow group-mate Isobela Suster at a Connecticut Muffin (“Their coffee is terrible but I bought it so I could sit here.”) who staked out the gentrish place with me. By this point it was well past rush hour and I lamented my latency. The area outside was still abuzz, though, dominated by a West-Indian presence, with a minor presence of white and latin@ groups, though most of the people in the coffee shop were white. On the walk to the community meeting we were to attend that night (birds and stones), we passed a low-income housing block which I observed for a little while as we walked by; it seemed that this area, with its industrial buildings just across the street and a park on the corner, was absent of the gentry. True to that, I saw no more cute & kitsch little places as we walked farther into the neighborhood. The meeting itself was attended mostly by longtime minority residents of Crown Heights, though a few people that looked like me were sitting there too, awaiting their reapproval of beer & wine licenses for their storefronts. It seems like gentrification is the real issue coming to plague the neighborhood, though when I asked a community board member’s opinion on how the neighborhood was changing, she had this to say:

“It’s changed for the better. I’ve been here for four years and was recently told by my neighbors that ten years ago, two women would not have been able to own a bar and restaurant. Just three years ago a murder took place next door to me. But there’s more police presence as it improves. It’s the sad truth that once there is gentrification, services improve. Of course there are drawbacks: people get pushed out and can’t afford it. But there are trade offs with everything; that’s the reality.”

On Homelessness and Empathy

So, upfront: I’ve experienced homelessness; I was homeless for about three (four?) months over the summer between my junior and senior years of high school. Homelessness, for that reason and more, is an issue that hits fairly close to home for me. These readings, in that respect, I found to be really good for understanding homelessness: in the Klienewski, we get the harsh, governmental angle on the problem; in the Picture the Homeless article we get possible solutions; and in Hidden City we get a human portrait. Especially as shown by Hidden City and the video we watched on Tuesday, I think the humanizing aspect of talking about homelessness is incredibly important—most homeless people obviously aren’t such by choice, it’s because of forces (sometimes Kafkaesque ones, like those happening to Christina in Hidden City) outside of their control. Most of the reason homelessness is such a problem, from my point of view, is because of failures of empathy—homeless are people, in need of help, that’s all. So maybe me question is, how do you teach empathy?

As food for thought, here’s this cool awareness campaign run by Canada’s Homeless Youth organization:

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Empathy and Socio-Historical Accounts

What is the place of subjectivity in sociological study? More or less, I found myself newly informed by the Gregory reading (especially in regards to the statement made on the stereotypical views of impoverished groups as being disorganized and helpless), however I also found myself intensely distrustful of some of the historical accounts—not because I don’t think any of these issues didn’t happen, far from it, but because of the admittance of the author on the tilt he was putting on it. Objectivity is impossible, I get that—the golden objective standard for journalism is fast becoming a funny thing people used to strive for, and the “impartial observer” is little more than a myth—but the acknowledgement of recolored history made me more skeptical than I feel I should have been for any point of the author’s to get through. “While doing my fieldwork,” Gregory writes, “it quickly became apparent that activists continually recollected and reworded Corona’s history to provide meaning and context, as well as narrative authority, to interpretations of contemporary social conditions.” (14) Then, later, “If my writing of this history has been skewed by the ways in which activists selectively reuse the past, it has also been shaped by my own, equally particular, theoretical and political commitments.” (15) The problem I find with these quotes is more or less the problem that’s apparent in Govan’s action of “[dismissing] decades of people and events with an impatient wave of his hand,” and the further problem of the proliferation of the stereotype of the welfare queen (which seems to be more or less the same action but with the blinders covering up different angles)—the complexity goes unrealized and, as such, the account becomes biased in a way that’s too blatant for the role of the study of how people work. As in the Kleniewski readings, there’s an attempt to simplify trends which leads to an impossibility to find what’s seemingly true: “Thus, the ecologists’ search for a model to describe ‘The City’ was frustrated by the complexity of actual cities.” (27) The problem here doesn’t seem so much to be one of some baseless redirection but of an exchange of sympathy—away from accounts that might might complicate the sympathy and a redrawing of lines to make sympathy easier. This seems to me to be a failure of empathy. But the problem then becomes: if objectivity is impossible, and the acknowledgement of directed subjectivity seems untrustworthy, how can empathy be projected more boldly into every account, and how can complexity be more truly realized? How do you balance the need for truth to systems with the need for your point about the systems to get across?

—Kyle