Is this a racist article?
Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 8:05 pm
In this day and age, it's a wonder race issues still exist in America. You would only think that by now it would have gone away- but it persists like a cancer.
It also does not discriminate.
An article appeared recently that is causing quite a stir- but is it just uncovering a racist bias in the writer, or something deserving of further discussion?
From the Philadelphia Magazine:
Being White in Philly
Whites, race, class, and the things that never get said.
It's a rather long article of which I only posted a small part. An interesting read at the very least.
It also does not discriminate.
An article appeared recently that is causing quite a stir- but is it just uncovering a racist bias in the writer, or something deserving of further discussion?
From the Philadelphia Magazine:
Being White in Philly
Whites, race, class, and the things that never get said.
http://www.phillymag.com/articles/white-philly/1/In 1950, Philadelphia was a predominantly white city, with blacks comprising about 20 percent of the population. A decade later, that number had risen closer to 30 percent, and four years after that—in the summer of 1964—racial unrest flared in North Philadelphia, largely over brutality against blacks by white cops. Hundreds were injured or arrested, and more than 200 stores in North Philly were damaged or destroyed in three days of rioting, with many never reopening. White flight only accelerated in the next decade, and today blacks make up 44 percent of the city’s population, and non-Hispanic whites 37 percent.
John, who lives on Woodstock, a leafy side street between Poplar and the northern stone wall of Eastern State Penitentiary, has seen the city’s demographics shift firsthand. He’s 87, and has lived on this block since he was five. Since 1930.
It was a different place then, before the war. You could walk home from the Blue Jay restaurant, at 29th and Girard, at any hour. Or up to Ridge to the Amish Market.
John worked in the offices of local long-distance haulers. He’s small, with a bowling-ball potbelly and macular degeneration; his right eye is closed and sightless. He chain-smokes Virginia Slims as we sit in his enclosed front porch and he describes his neighborhood, back when he was a boy.
Milk and bread and ice delivered to your door. A city worker coming by every evening to climb a ladder to light the gas lamps that cast a beautiful glow. There were four nearby houses of prostitution, and tailors and drugstores, a butcher, barbers, a candy store—a self-contained world. Everybody had a laundry tree in the alley out back, and every Monday there’d be a snow of white—until shirts and towels and sheets began disappearing, right after the Second World War.
That’s when blacks from the South, with chips on their shoulders, John says, moved North. They moved into great brownstones above Girard and trashed them, using banisters and doors to stoke their furnaces instead of buying coal. Before long, it looked like Berlin after the war. Whites moved out.
I ask John when he was last above Girard Avenue. He thinks for a moment. “To a football game,” he says. When? “In 1942.”
It's a rather long article of which I only posted a small part. An interesting read at the very least.