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I was pondering that question as I walked south on Hudson Street toward the Gay Pride Parade route.Īt the parade, I found a joyous celebration among the people lining the curbs and the marchers strutting, dancing, skating, waving. Why didn’t she call the park a place where homosexuals hung out? I don’t know. Still, Jacobs doesn’t use pejorative terms with regard to Hispanics or blacks or Italians or anyone else. (Just as we, today, have our own blindnesses that will seem so ignorant to people in the future.) She was a woman of her time, afflicted with biases that she may or may not have recognized. I’m not trying to employ present-day sensitivities to indict Jacobs. Several decades ago, Washington Square became Philadelphia’s pervert park, to the point where it was shunned by office lunchers and was an unmanageable vice and crime problem for park workers and police.Ī few pages later, she uses the same term “pervert park” when again referring to Philadelphia’s Washington Square.ĭon’t get me wrong.
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When I read Jacobs’ The Death and Life of Great American Cities two years ago, the most jarring moments came she tells about a park in Philadelphia: I could see crowds lining a street just a block or two the west, and the movement of parade marchers on another street to the south. Not on Hudson but on streets all around it. The unexpected irony was that I found myself back in the midst of the Gay Pride Parade. And the first-floor commercial space at 555 Hudson is occupied by a fancy women’s clothing store, Mint Julep, a boutique chain of four locations in Boston and Manhattan. The blocks leading up to the former Jacobs home are lined with upscale restaurants. The expected irony is the gentrification of the street. Making a mental note to return to watch the parade, I went on to Hudson, only to find two ironies - one I expected and one I hadn’t. When the cops let me and some others cross Broadway, I could see to the north the first contingents of the parade approaching. New York is New York, so I figure that every corner will be clotted with people waiting to cross the street, but, as I approached Broadway, it dawned on me that the crowd wasn’t looking to get to the other side but waiting to watch this year’s Gay Pride Parade. I’ve written about this twice - once in 2009 in “ Robert Moses and Jane Jacobs: A question of power,” one of my postings on the Burnham Blog, and again in 2012 on my own blog in an in-depth review of Death and Life a half century after its publication. Her neighborhood has been gentrified to the point that only the rich and very rich live there, people such as actress Emma Stone and CNN anchor Anderson Cooper. The buildings and the streets remain, but the diversity is gone. She worked hard to save Hudson Street and its Greenwich Village neighborhood as a place where people of various incomes and backgrounds could live together. She thought that she could take her experience on a Manhattan street and extrapolate it to the rest of the nation, to the rest of the world. And that’s where, to my mind, she tripped up. In her book, Jacobs stated her insights about cities aggressively, clearly and, no question about it, arrogantly. She single-handedly changed the midcentury debate about cities and about municipal development and, in her way, became as powerful as her nemesis Robert Moses, the epitome of the slash-and-build school of urban renewal. From the sidewalk level where people see and greet each other, pass each other, build a community together - or not.
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I recognize she was immensely important to assert, as she did in her 1961 book The Death and Life of Great American Cities, that urban planning must be approached, at least in part, from the ground up. I say “sort of pilgrimage” because it’s not like I’m an acolyte at Jacobs’ altar. In Chicago, before travelling to New York, I had the idea that it would be fun to spend an afternoon on a sort of pilgrimage to the home at 555 Hudson Street where Jacobs lived for 21 years (1947-1968). My little excursion was incongruous on several levels, but, first, let me set the stage. 555 Hudson Street, New York, the former home of Jane JacobsOn a recent trip to New York City, I went looking for Jane Jacobs and found the Gay Pride Parade.