Friday, November 30, 2007

The internal A-train Controversations

I have officially traveled through or to every A train stop. From 207th street in Inwood to somewhere in Rockaway (sober and drunked). I have noticed there are so many different crowds that get on this long-ass train. In the Inwood section you have the gentrifying [white] gays, the brown gays, black gays, the butch, the femme, the working class people that can’t afford like most of us to live in the city and just took a bus to the 207th stop from yonkers and/or the Bronx, and the picturesque gentrifying [white] families sporting their EMS or L.L. Beam initial backpack. At first I thought that prices in Inwood/Washington Heights area would be the same as Brooklyn for the same space I mean Inwood/Washington Heights is practically the Bronx whether you like it or not and I have lived there so I do have a say in this.
On the other side you have Rockaway-Jamaica which is a little more south than where I grew up (closer to the airport-and we all know that airport towns get the worst of it). On this side we observe more Queens-like houses, one, two maybe a three family house and many languages all over. I remember broken English, Central American Spanish, Mexican Spanish (there is a slight difference) Caribbean Spanish (completely different) Haitian Creole, etc…in any case I could not go down a block without hearing more than one language being spoken, I grew up culturally rich (the only kind of rich my mother could ever afford to bequeath).
My current commute on the A train going to work is only about 10 minutes. I get on at Nostrand Ave. and get off at Jay St. to transfer onto the F train. It is usually best to keep your head phones on and create conversations for people while you watch their every movement on the train, their eyes, fingers, *sighs* etc.
These are the two types of internal conversation I observe on the trains to and from work.
Towards Manhattan:
Towards Brooklyn: A lot of the white people (I usually do my errands in midtown so I get on in midtown) get on do not even bother to look for a seat either because they don’t care, feel threatened enough by the brown person unnecessarily lounging and taking up two seats not to ask them to sit properly, or they make this awful face as soon as they walk in as if something smelled but its really nothing. I of course immediately take a seat upon spotting one. I am not a fan of wearing heel-ish shoes (I am sure ladies have it worse) but my feet are killing from walking back-and-forth back and forth. The last kind of white person on the train that I didn’t mention that doesn’t sit is the white person that is really only taking it to Chambers or Canal St. to get some Starbucks on their way home (although those are popping up everywhere now).
Towards Manhattan: This is more pleasant ride. Besides everyone’s eyes rolling because of the delays in the morning or people forcing themselves into the already delayed train. Every is aware of space but no one really minds sharing space in this ride, unlike towards Brooklyn. I feel everyone feels comfortable (or at least looks a lot more comfortable than the other way around). Everyone is doing their own thing. I am on my mp3 player (most people are), the girl next to me is looking at her photo album on her Nokia phone from T-Mobile as the guy leaning on the door’s face lights up as he looks over her shoulder. This sense of community is great. Imagine if this turned (not sure it won’t, but hopefully not) into Williamsburgh….sad sad sad…Then we will know the [white] man has won, a land with no cash checking place, higher rents, another overpriced supermarket replacing the ma’ and pa’ shops and not to mention the more expensive (mostly for the cost of the flatware and decorations they bought at IKEA) restaurants with very little authenticity.

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