New York was my home. But it's now unrecognizable, a shadow of its former self. This is not the kind of place I want to raise my kids, or the kind of place I want to live. In the words of David Byrne, my city is now "just a house, not a home." Maybe it's time to find a new one.
We once claimed to be a tolerant, progressive, "enlightened" city. But now we turn a blind eye to the devastating impact of our policies on some of our most vulnerable communities, including our children...
We once stood by our windows every night, one city united, to cheer & applaud the essential workers working tirelessly to care for our neighbors, our families, and our friends. Now we celebrate & welcome division, seeking more ways to pull us apart than bring us together.
We aimlessly stroll from mandate to mandate, accepting each and every decree without so much as a hint of the healthy skepticism that was once a sign of a thoughtful, well-informed public, & once a part of what it meant to be a true, gritty, don't-mess-with-me New Yorker...