Obama is all over the place in New York. Vendors in Union Square were selling all manner of Obama T-shirts, and people were actually wearing them on the streets. There were still Obama signs in store windows and on apartment buildings. Apart from that, I heard, saw and sensed no lingering reaction to Obama’s victory. I had wondered, somewhat naively I suppose, whether I would see or feel a difference in the city’s mood–in people’s faces on the subway and on the streets, or in conversations. But any difference in the city’s mood I felt was related not to Obama’s victory, but to the financial crisis. I heard from friends who are worried about losing their jobs, and thus working harder than ever to hold on to what they have–even while looking for new work. Others have seemingly secure jobs, but little work to do, given the economic slowdown–and correspondingly lower bonuses to spend this season.
Although I didn’t experience this first-hand, one friend reports that people are going out drinking less often, another casualty of the economic crisis. I saw the impact on the street, too. One night, a friend and I went to one of my favorite Chinese restaurants, only to find an empty storefront with white paper on the windows. I suggested a sushi place a few blocks away but it, too, was for rent. All over the city stores were boasting gigantic reductions on merchandise, even before Christmas.
An even more troubling manifestation of the economic crisis in New York is rising crime. I had lived in New York most of my 30-odd years until June, and had almost never personally heard of or experienced any crime. But on this brief trip that changed a little bit. A friend of a friend I met in a dance club reported that earlier that day, on a busy C train on the Upper West Side, two muggers tried to take his iPhone. He managed to resist, coming away with only a slight bruise to his cheek. The other passengers on the car simply moved away, and did not help him out. He seemed a bit shaken, but more proud of himself for not giving in.
The next day, I was walking to the ritzy Time Warner Center in Columbus Circle to shop at Borders. A group of teenagers approached me and started blowing spitballs at me. OK, not high crime, and I just kept walking as the pellets bounced off my jacket. But this had never happened to me before in the city, and the incident added to the sense I had that unlawful or at least uncivilized behavior is on the rise back home–a sense that seems supported by the statistics. I read on the plane back that there were four armed bank robberies in the five boroughs on the day before I left.
The other thing I noticed more than ever on this trip — probably because of the comparison to spread-out, empty-feeling Berlin — is just how crowded New York is. The ride from JFK Airport to Midtown took about 90 minutes on the day I arrived, which would be absolutely unheard of in Berlin, where the most traffic you’ll ever encounter seems to last about 10 minutes. Restaurants (those that haven’t closed, anyway) were full at 9 pm on weekday evenings. I saw Milk, which had been out a month already, and there was not an empty seat in the house. There was a line half a block long just to get into the Abercrombie & Fitch store on Fifth Avenue (hey, I had a gift to return!). It’s funny, but crowds like that are both what I most miss living here in Berlin, and also what it’s the nicest to be away from.
Posted by Geoffrey Upton
Posted by Geoffrey Upton
Posted by Geoffrey Upton