Crime is UP – in Williamsburg. I had this whole entire convo with my pops on Sunday regarding this very subject. “My friend said they’re attacking white hipster boys on bikes” quotes the article.
Ask any local. We all saw this coming.
Before I even go any further, I definitely do not condone beating up hipsters or any one for that matter – unless of course they deserve it. But just cause you’re a skinny tattooed white boy on a bicycle, that doesn’t mean you deserve a beatdown or to get robbed. But that’s what’s happening and it’s simply because of sheer ignorance of the new influx of people moving to neighborhoods that they naively think are safe.
Just because your real estate broker calls it Williamsburg, don’t mean it’s the sunny Northside. Just cause it’s off of Bedford doesn’t mean it’s near the Bedford L and just because a place seems ok during the day with families and friendly folks doesn’t mean there aren’t thugs and criminals strolling the streets at night.
I don’t think it’s right but come the fuck on, you’re almost asking for it! And then you’re all upset that your iPhone got snatched out of your hand. And filing police reports and getting all crazy because YOU moved to a neighborhood that wasn’t whitewashed enough for you. Almost everywhere in the country, no matter where you’re from, I’m sure there’s a ‘hood near you that you wouldn’t go to at night. An area that everyone recognizes as unsafe. Hey guess what? We got those areas, too and you’re moving to them!
Now don’t get me wrong, these areas are changing. And have already changed quite a bit. When I was a kid the Kent Avenue stretch was a haven for prostitutes and drugs. I can remember riding in the backseat of my parents car and seeing DOZENS of hookers walking the strip. That was only twenty or so years ago.
But in the haste to afford a cool spot near all the new hot places, young whitebread kids from suburbs around the country are figuring, what’s one more stop on the L? What’s a few more blocks from train? What’s the big deal if all the others places on the block look like they’re abandoned except for my condo? THINK about it.
I’ve heard things even going on in Greenpoint. And more so on the side of Gpoint I grew up on – McGolrick area. Gossip around town is the Poles are taking to beating up and robbing hipsters. It’s not funny, but it’s almost ironic how we used to beat up the Poles and now the Poles are beating up the hipsters. It’s like neighborhood initiation! The locals and Poles have stopped attacking each other and have turned their sights to the new kids on the block. It’s almost touching to see the Polish kids all growns up and becoming little thugs and badasses themselves.
But then you realize that there are always some thugs and badasses who take it too far. And people are getting seriously hurt. But these people feel threatened. Locals, Poles, Hispanics, Blacks. We all feel threatened. Things are changing and a lot of families are being forced out. And so now we’re not fighting each other anymore – we’re fighting what we feel is our collective enemy. And they call thy enemy ‘hipster’.
All the anger and frustration – however displaced it is – is put upon that moniker and all the blame and hatred is aimed directly at the new people in skinny jeans and big sunglasses. It’s the new prejudice.
When I talk to someone who I’ve grown up with in Greenpoint, the conversation always turns to ‘the fucking hipsters’. I’m almost shocked at the animosity sometimes because I’m not like that. I don’t hate them with every fiber of being like some people around here do. But then my family moved from Greenpoint on their own accord. Before the ‘boom’. Maybe if my family stayed longer and my sisters grew up in the same neighborhood I had, I might feel differently. I might feel more like I ‘own’ this hood. I can understand where they come from, but to me, sometimes it’s just a little too far over the edge.
But that doesn’t change my point – if you’re not from here, you have to watch yourself. Just think of when ‘new’ people came to whatever town your from. A new kid moves into Podunk, TX and starts the first day of high school not knowing anyone. Imagine if they came in acting like the owned the place and sat at the cool kids lunch table or gave the head cheerleader a dirty look? Ok maybe my imagery of the rest of the US is like a John Hughs film but you get the point.
NO ONE is nice to the new kids who act like assholes.