Copenhagen on the Real...
Where I’m from, garbage sits on the curb for days and the sour mingles with the fresh of the trees to produce that distinctive pissy NYC smell. Graffiti protests whatever order the military boot of city politics attempts to establish, and nations are united by streets with names like Houston, Broadway, and Flatbush. People lose their lives over stupid shit like parking places and cops kill you because you’re black. Blocks terrorized by poverty are patched lovingly together by middle class, mostly Black folk, who are happy that there is some property that can be had. This in turn makes it safe for college students, which is the universal sign to wealthy Europeans that the coast is clear. Forte Greene, Bed Stuy, Williamsburg, Red Hook--the pattern is endless and although the sight of a white person up in Harlem is enough for you to shake your head and say, “There goes the neighborhood,” meaning ostensibly, that “M"#¤!f&cker, go back downtown, cuz you about to raise my r...
