Depression Ho! Grinding Poverty and Utter Hopelessness abound!

[potemkyn]

Originally posted in the fantastic land of debauchery and whore's children that is the Conspiracy of MacedonI wanted to start this entry with a metaphor, like my partner Brandon, but I don't have the right to do that yet. What I've seen is only a sliver of the lives that are touched by a decaying city everyday. I don't want to give the impression

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[politiker]

Temple University has purchased up many properties North of the University and is letting them rot. Then as they and other companies gentrify parts of the neighborhood, the purchased lots go for sale at higher prices.

There is a long history of white owned banks "red lining" these neighbors for loans because whites were leaving and blacks that moved in were irresponsible. Basically, they created a self-fulfilling prophecy about the quality of the residents.

Take a class or talk to Professor Rob O'brien, anthropology if you want more information.

[potemkyn]

A good point. I didn't know Temple owned a that many of the derelict lots. There are other gentrifaction aspects I didn't go into this post because I felt like that would plunge this into a realm of real estate and finger pointing that I didn't want to get into at the moment. NP is getting bought out from under a lot of the residents who are getting pushed further north. Sorry, I'd make this a more complete response, but this post has drained me, next time ill write about something less full of crushing depression.

citilife

[politiker]

citilife can sure be an eye-opener. i just wanted to comment that I read your posts and you are an amazing writer. You're observant, passionate and descriptive. Hopefully this bit of feedback will embolden you to publish some of your observations on the social ills of our times. Keep writing (and I'll keep reading)--anonymously!
Merry Christmas!

[skeebix]

hrmm..yes...very interesting...
who am I trying to fool, I actually got quite frustrated and confused after "like my partner brandon", at which point I began to throw bones at the screen as 'Also Sprach Zarathustra' boomed in the background. Pish, call you? You call me, you highfalutin moppet!

[potemkyn]

It's always nice to hear that you're connecting with your simian roots. I hope you used those bones to kill a prehistoric beast, and your rival monkey brethren. O! The luck of the Irish! It's just like my Thanksgiving this year.

Well, moppet or no, I don't want to cramp your style by making the first move. Dial my number at your discretion, and call me directly; 1-8000-SMOOV. Or, wait until I give up on my desperate vigil next to my phone, and call you just to hear a human voice. Either is cool, but cross me and I introduce you to my pimp hand!