My Baltimore City and Lou Reed’s New York by Joey Sheehan
Baltimore is a city with cancer. Every year, the situation gets worse. The growth in the upscale areas near the inner harbor and the Mount Vernon district is unsustainable while the rest of the city deteriorates. It’s a city constantly at the tipping point. It’s crowded and hostile and the homicide rate is soaring. In 2015, the world watched as Baltimore’s youth clashed with police in the Penn-North area in Sandtown-Winchester, not far from where Freddie Gray had his spine broken by police. The event was reactionary. People had had enough. The National Guard was called in to protect the property of the elite as the rest of the city was essentially told to go fuck itself as riot cops implemented what was essentially martial law. The mayor was baffled as usual. The state’s attorney was posing for the cameras. None of this felt abnormal. It felt expected.
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