5/29/16, 6:40pm, notes from iPhone
Just walked around Marcus Garvey Park in Harlem in nyc
Wanted to see what it was really like and put context to what I’ve been reading about
It was a shockingly stark difference of the appearance of the neighborhood just a few blocks of difference
Much, much worse
Trash strewn around the streets, like trash bags just laying around, much more homeless people
Literally all black, I saw one group of lost white girls on the very outskirts
I have never felt more unwelcome in my life, not because there was illegal activity, but because everyone looked different from me as were clearly so different from me in the way they walked, talked, dressed, interacted
Watched kids play basketball and thought about that book of bro E’s
Saw one almost asian person and immediately felt better
Felt unsafe and felt ashamed for feeling unsafe
Police car patrolling the park felt somewhat menacing
But the police are just doing their jobs
Loved the artwork I saw in the park – the city is trying, at least
How can we do better?
What if I was white? Would I feel less welcome? As an asian, I am not threatening.
I felt ashamed of my white converse and my Mother talking in Chinese on her iPhone 6+
But people were so happy with each other but not at us, the foreigners
I smiled and no one smiled back
Why was I scared to talk to people?
The problem goes both ways
Whites are scared to talk to blacks and blacks are either angry or weary of whites
No bridge can be formed that way
Just like it makes no sense to sone cities, why do we zone people? Are these not arbitrary lines?
I am so angry
I genuinely think that changed me
I am angry that these people will not make it to places like Brown
I am angry that B—- does not have these people
I am angry that I was sheltered from this
I care much more deeply about this issue
2nd and 74th