It is coming up on my one year anniversary living in Brooklyn. I think I might start posting some of the adventures. Here is a long post but it is some of the things I have seen and experienced here.
So I am still trying to decide if a "southern bell" fits in up here. The accent helps, they either think it's really cute and want to talk to me or they think I am too stupid to bother with.
First I would like to start with the "melting pot" theory.
From most of my experiences in Brooklyn, It isn't as much of a melting pot as clicks. There are neighborhoods of specific ethnic background that never mix with other ethnicities, unless they absolutely have too. Some ethnic groups stay within their own and sometime (should I dare say) are a little xenophobic. Keep in mind I am making these observations as an outsider. One of the first questions I am commonly asked is my ethnic background. The first few times I was like WTF? Who asks that? Up here a lot of people. When I spent time recently in Manhattan, I noticed it wasn't quite like that. They really do break out of their shell a little more.
The train (my favorite place),
I do a lot of my reading on the train. Sometimes, I just hop a train and ride it until I get board and hop off. One thing I noticed is people from the city are not that hypervigilant. They don't see a lot of shit. I have been followed in the train station by a homeless man who was masturbating (which had to have taken skill to do it and walk). The masturbation stuff doesn't stop there, I have seen it on the train, during rush hour, by a man in a business suit, he was looking up a ladies skirt while giving himself a hand. Another one was in the middle of the day on the train, with no visible props.
Once I saw a girl, it was about 10:30 in the morning, change clothes. I mean she changed everything including her undergarments.
I was on the train one day when these two guys, pretended not to know each other and one made sexual advances at the other. He kissed and was mildly feeling up the other guy. Everyone on the train moved down to the far end of the car (which were all Orthodox Jewish men) and got off at the next stop...except me of course. I ended up hanging out with them and found out they had known each other since they were kids and had not seen each other in a while and just wanted the train car to themselves. They were really nice guys. I don't know what possessed me to stay on the train, I just believed that what they were doing had a nonsexual motive. I was right.
Then one morning I had to catch the train to airport. My flight was leaving at 7 or 8 am. So I hopped the train at 4 am. Sometime around 4:30 am (yep airport is 2 hours from my apt) there are these two guys that got on (keep in mind I am in the conductors car). One man is in a full suit and the other was in jeans and a shirt. The man in the suit sat at the far end. I was sitting in the handicap seats at the other end. They are basically designed for two. I had my laptop and suitcase beside me. The guy in jeans asks me why I have to take up both seats...shit I know this is going to go bad... I hedged my bets that standing up for myself had to be better than backing down. So I told him the rest of the train was empty pick a seat (not to mention there was another handicap seat right in front of me and we were the only 3 of us on the train). He gets off and goes to the next car. He is looking at me through the window. The guy in the suit moves a little closer to the middle of the car. Now I got the scam, the first one is supposed to scare me and the well dressed guy "saves me" and then steals my stuff. I picked up on that right away. So (each stop is roughly 2 minutes apart - not always true) at the next stop the guy gets back on the car I am in, and starts up again, Using his body to intimidate me. He keeps pushing as to why I have to take up both seats (and a few other statements I can no longer remember). Once again I stand by my previous statement and said the rest of the car is empty. At this point I am scared to death. He gets back off the car and moves to the next one looking at me again through the window and the well dressed guy moves closer to me again. I was thinking oh shit I am so dead. So the next stop he gets back on my car and starts up again, his last statement was "What you don't think white people can go to jail" (I'll never forget that statement). So with my heart in my throat and I can't recall ever being this scared, I walked over to this (roughly) 6' 2" guy and said "Bitch I just got out". I have never seen a black man turn so white. Both of them got off at the next station. I never saw them again. I am all of 5'1" tall and that might have been one hell of a stupid thing to do, but I got to the airport safely with my stuff.
On the Road
So I have endless stories here, but I will just share two.This time (as usual) I am thinking with my heart not my head. I got off the train and walked the wrong direction (on two counts). I see a 25ish year old middle eastern man being surrounded and picked on by these two 17ish year old white boys. He is clearly going to get robbed. Well I got really scared, but I couldn't just leave him. So I used my anxiety to my advantage. I walked over toward the guy and acted very angry at him. I was yelling at him, why did you stand me up, you were suppose to take me to lunch, who the hell do you think you are. You promised to take me to lunch. Then I grabbed him by the arm (still yelling at him) and walked him to the corner near the train. The two guys didn't do anything. In turn the middle eastern guy offered to buy me lunch. I declined.
Now I am not a bad ass, and never go looking for trouble, but I do believe that what you do always comes back to you. Here is an example.
There was a guy (in his 50's) that asked me for my phone number. I said no (I was very polite about it, I might add). A few hours had past and I went to a store that happens to have a pizza place in it. The guy saw me. He starts yelling that bitch thinks she is too good for me.... you get the point. These two Russian guys look at me and ask me if I know him. I said no and explained what happened earlier. One of the Russian guys looks at me and tells me to go home, and he's not going to follow me. I never had a problem like that again.
I could go on and on for days with these types of stories, but these were the easiest stories to tell (the rest were more interesting if you were there). I make a lot of stupid decisions because I can't leave people in trouble. I would rather be in the hospital recovering with 10 broken bones sleeping with a morphine drip than to be at home not sleeping worried what happened to the person I turned my back on. Which is the main problem with New Yorkers. They grew up here and they either don't notice the shit going on around them, or they just can't be bothered. For the most part New Yorkers are actually really nice and I don't have any problems, but they are always those few no matter where you go. Up here they are just easier to spot since we are living on top of each other.
I am glad I am here and I am enjoying each adventure (even if isn't the best of situations). I think these adventures will help me when i finish grad school and start my career as a psychotherapist.
I may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but hanging out with me is more interesting than any Picasso.