Why gentrification has to be so damn ugly

I spent most of my adult life in New York City and all of my conscious life in love with it — even in my Bridgeport childhood I watched it through the TV and dreamed of getting back to the land of my forefathers. Eight years away now, I remain a New York romantic and tend to ignore or excuse problems attributed to it in the press — which is easy when …

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