I moved to NYC in 1977, just as it hit rock bottom - there's an infamous headline, I think it's either the New York Post or the Daily News, that says "Ford to City: Drop Dead" and Mayor Abe Beam quoted as saying, by means of a compliment "New Yorkers are like street rats". Such was the besieged mentality of New Yorkers, that this was taken as a compliment, a badge of pride.
The city was on its knees, it was broke and it was a dirty, dark and dangerous place. In 1981 I moved down to E14th Street, on the edge of the East Village which was...well, way different from what it is now. It was a no-go zone, basically. I once walked along 13th St between 1st and A and seriously didn't think I'd make it alive. It truly was a different landscape. I can't speak for corruption, but I knew one upstanding drama student who talked about carrying a gun, and I was punched out on the subway by a junkie and, on another occasion one sunny spring afternoon in Central Park, three guys tried to mug me (I outran them). In the ensuing two years that I lived there, under Koch, you could feel the change, but it wasn't making life better for people like me, it was just making it more expensive. Due to illness I left in '83 and moved back to the UK (god bless the NHS) but I've been back several times. Last time, a couple of years ago, I met up with a couple of people I knew from before, and we walked through the now gentrified and unrecogniseable East Village to a chic restaurant and a blues bar, and I tried to describe how it had been to my (UK) girlfriend. Oddly, I feel that it's lost a bit of its character. I feel strangely privileged to have witnessed it as it was.
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