Here’s What Bothers Me About Crown Heights Gentrification

Growing up and being manifested in the culture of Crown Heights has taught me the basis of communication and acknowledgement. Where a simple, “hello,” with a smile can lead to, “how are you? I hope all is well.” Then grows into a fifteen-minute conversation on the recent additions to the Crown Heights North III Historic District. No matter the length of the conversation or the topic, the key is speak and acknowledge someone’s existence – period. There have been many occasions where I’ve greeted elders in daily passing to receive no response in return, just looks of sheer amazement. In turn I’ve asked myself, “is this what humanity as come to?”
As I walk through my neighborhood, noticing all of it’s changes seep through evidence of my childhood, I contemplate on its foundation. It may change visually but it’s still home. That’s one thing that can’t be taken away. What does home look like, you ask? Home is going to your local nail salon and being on a first name basis with the owner and your nail technician. Where you practice college level Spanish and teach English until you meet again two weeks later for your manicure-pedicure check up. It’s the simple interactions that make community worthwhile but we must do our best to protect it. We must do our best to ensure it’s very existence. Do we really want a Mid-Town experience in Brooklyn? I know, the thought made me cringe too.This increased level of blood near male genitals get the organ hard and ready to (generico cialis on line) cute-n-tiny.com be erect after penetration.
A former boss turned mentor of mine always says, “the only thing constant in life is change.” We mustn’t stand idle but teach and embody the Brooklyn way of life.
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