
Originally Posted by
Benny Profane
You're probably too young to remember this, young man, but New York City, the most vibrant, exciting city in the country, some say the world, (although SF is pretty cool) was once written off with glee by the rest of the country during it's nasty financial crisis of the 70's. ( Daily News: - FORD TO NEW YORK - DROP DEAD) A lot of people thought is was a metaphor for the death of cities as we know them. But lo and behold, NYC in 2006 is doing just fine. Tons o' money floating around, Times Square is Disney Worldish, and if you want to make it in many fields of business these days, you have to at least make a visit and go to school. Sure, the place has it's problems, especially it's schools, but the apocalyptic predictions of yore are now laughed at.
How so? Immigrants saved the city. They filled the vacuum left by white flight, and are still streaming in, bringing their, well, greed with them, because that's what America, and NYC especially, thrives on. They work like dogs, slap their kids around if they don't study (bilingualism in the schools is a liberal wish and a teacher union's job maker - the Russian and Chinese parents want nothing of it for their kids).
NYC has a long, long tradition of accepting immigrants. I have worked for Japanese, Germans, Jews, Italians, and Ivy League wasps. I have worked with Chinese, Brits, Aussies, Pakistanis, Indians, Vietnamese, Guyanese, an Iranian, Caribbean blacks, Puerto Ricans, Mexicans, Poles, Greeks, Russians, and, of course, many African Americans. Some were assholes, some snakes, many were good people, but all you had to learn to get along with, because you had to. Just like the big mess of races you ride the subway and trains with and walk the streets with and share seating at stadiums and restaurants.
Now, son, jump on a plane and spend a little time away from one of the whitest places on Earth, OK? Come visit Fun City. Don't shield yourself in a museum or tour group. Take the subway, ride the Staten Island Ferry, do Orange Julius for lunch, visit the Bronx Zoo. Hell, visit the Bronx.
It's a big messy place that works, and makes me proud sometimes, or at least kills my cynicism of the human condition.
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