Swirl or Twist. That’s what most ice cream, frozen custard, or frozen yogurt places call it when your vanilla and chocolate frozen goodness is twirled together in harmony. Yummy.
That isn’t Gentrification. It displaces people and cultures. Fault should not be laid on the persons staking their claim in areas previous devoid of Caucasian population. Really, it’s just politics and finance.
I wrote about this a few years back and now TBD (ABC 7/Newschannel8) has quoted me. I’m flattered.
“I rarely see an African American face enjoying the coffee culture,” Hello, Negro wrote shortly after the shop’s opening. “Maybe the long term residents aren’t into Rishi Tea. Maybe the crackheads hanging out in the LeDroit Park Playground across the street are too amazed at the sight of this former-corner store turned soho style coffee establishment to inquire about the fine pastries. The juxtapositioning is striking. The locals call it LeDroit, they call it ‘Bloomingdale.’”
Honestly, gentrification in Washington, DC as I’ve seen in the last 11 years has been very entertaining to watch. From avid runners out at the crack of dawn avoiding crack heads (3 months ago, I saw this white guy jogging down Michigan Ave NE barefoot. No lie. Crazy.) to white women walking home from the metro late at night in neighborhoods I wouldn’t roller skate through, there is a lot to observe. I think of it as my own little reality tv show featuring short pieces on gentrification. We’ll at least there are grocery stores, improved metro stations, and improved housing (that most can’t afford) where there were none.