I lived in a very diverse (that's code ) neighborhood in the inner city in the early 80s.
Two gay guys bought a house a couple doors down.
I talked with them shortly after and they were very optimistic about the neighborhood "coming back". They kept their property really nice as gay guys usually do. I said innocently, "You really think this neighborhood is coming back??"
After several psychotic near-violent screaming encounters with the diverse neighbors who lived across the street they decided their experiment in cultural mixing was ill advised and they moved.
That neighborhood was coming back like the Titanic just had a small leak after it hit the iceberg.
Sounds familiar. It’s best that liberals keep a safe distance from these places. The fantasy is much better than the reality:
My year of terror and abuse teaching at a NYC high schoolhttps://nypost.com/2016/01/17/my-year-of-terror-and-abuse-teaching-at-a-nyc-high-school/amp/Boland had taught English in China. This was his favored school — advertised as the last, best hope for kids who had fallen far behind — and he was thrilled to be hired. He went home to his then-boyfriend (now-husband) and celebrated over takeout pad Thai and an expensive bottle of red wine.
Two weeks in and Boland was crying in the bathroom. Kids were tossing $110 textbooks out the window. They overturned desks and stormed out of classrooms. There were seventh-grade girls with tattoos and T-shirts that read, “I’m Not Easy But We Can Negotiate.” Their self-care toggled in the extreme, from girls who gave themselves pedicures in class to kids who went days without showering.
Boland came to actively loathe most of the student body. He resented “their poverty, their ignorance, their arrogance. Everything I was hoping, at first, to change.”
A lifelong liberal, Boland began to feel uncomfortable with his thinking. “We can’t just explain away someone’s horrible behavior because they have had a tough upbringing,” he argued back. “It doesn’t do them — or us — any good.”
Boland didn’t know what to believe anymore. At the end of the school year, he quit.