Three p.m. The sun is out and I easily glide down Chapel St. Students. Professors. Harold Bloom. The flower lady. Some dude playing the saxophone. I'm totally oblivious to all this because I'm plugged into my iPhone and listening to a band so hip I can't even tell you what they're called.
I continue my runway strut down the sidewalk—a walk I have perfected over the years—and on the way I pass Atticus and Starbucks and News Haven and a gentleman's store before I reach Sherman's Alley when out of nowhere I feel this giant black dude running up behind me and I think, "What the fuck?"
Bitch, I'm from the city! You don't got no business running up after me. So: I stop dead in my tracks. Then, eyebrow raised, hand-on-hip, "What chu want?" I ask with the sass and tone of a queen about to take her weave and nails out to beat your ass.
The giant black dude abruptly raises his hands in the air—I'm not guilty!—and slowly backs away from me. Relieved I quickly duck into my apartment. This is the closest I've ever been to being mugged, ever, and it was in New Haven. On campus. In broad daylight.
With the recent tragedy of Annie Le, there is now all this rekindled brouhaha about how "safe" Yale really is. As if New Haven didn't already have a bad reputation! Will the tragedy cause parents to send their children to that bankrupt trade school "outside of Boston" instead?
Anyone who went to Yale in the 1980s, 90s and even early in this decade will tell you that it was "a shit pit." Regular gunfire. Muggings. Pistol whippings. Nobody outside at night. Vacant downtown. New Haven, once a vibrant commercial center like most cities in the Northeast, collapsed after the 1960s, resulting in a crime-ridden center punctuated by a prestigious and rich university.
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between What's Yale and What's Not, especially now that the University owns nearly everything around it. Many Yale students don't even venture into New Haven because of "safety" issues, too many poors.
We expect college campuses to be safe because they are supposed to be like Disneyworld: safe and perfect and fun and neat and pretty and clean, with canned music. I had never heard of anybody getting mugged on a college campus until I got to Yale, and you would think—of all college campuses—that Yale's would be safe and clean and fun and neat and pretty and perfect, with golden sidewalk and free cash.
I'll tell you what: New Haven is plenty safe—as safe as any city, and it is definitely a city. Despite my almost-mugging, I have never been robbed/raped/etc. in New Haven, and it's actually a cool place to be for a couple years. The New York Times, stocked with Yale alums as it is, has recently written several pieces about New Haven's renaissance. Plus, we have American Apparel now, which is the ultimate sign of gentrification.
The real reason peeps think New Haven is unsafe is because there are TOO MANY BLACK PEOPLE! I have already written about how the chief of Yale police used to indicate the race of criminal varmints in his regular security emails. Armed with such stereotypes, rich white/Asian folks from leafy suburbs come to Yale and brush up against the, like, poors, clinch their asses, purses, wallets.
Last year I lived in this completely fierced-out Yale-owned apartment building on Chapel St. Exposed brick walls, 11-foot ceilings, open loft space. Fabulous. Secure—the only way into the building was with a proxy card. So one night I'm coming home from a long, hard day at the coffee shop and I'm at the steps to the building trying to catch the door because this other girl just went inside. She sees me—ugh oh, a black!—and then grabs hold of the door, preventing me from coming in. Then: "Do You Live Here?" OH NO SHE JUST DIDN'T!!
I-I-I'm so red hot it takes all my might not to cuss the ho out. It doesn't work.
"What the fuck do you mean ‘Do I live here?' I roar. She repeats it. I'm so mad that I smack my lips, just yank the door open, move her aside, walk up the stairs to my apartment.
Anyway, all I'm saying is that New Haven is safe; you just have to be street smart. And sometimes, no matter how safe you are, bad shit just happens. I realize that even as this white lady accused me of not living in the fancy, high-end building, I also suspected that the black dude running up to me that day on Chapel St. was going to mug me. But is that about race, or is it about the fact that there's somebody running up to you? What's the difference between street smarts and racial profiling?
That's why I had a sigh of relief when I heard that the accused murderer in the Annie Le case is a white dude. See, black people aren't so bad! I'm telling you, white people do some crazy shit.
New Haven is a "shit pit." And Madison, why would you say that urban colleges are supposed to be like Disneyworld? Like Columbia or NYU?
At Princeton we had a grad student who carried around a syringe of his own urine and used to drip it into people's coffee, and last year we had a few highly-publicized gropings, but I don't think anyone ever got mugged. I suppose it was pretty Disney, although I don't think Disneyworld features a huge number of pastel-clad future i-bankers throwing up in the bushes.
Good question, TableMountain. The thing is that both Columbia and NYU were ashamed of their NYC location when the city was bankrupt and crime ridden. Only when NYC became hot and hip and fabulous did Columbia, for instance, add "In The City Of New York" to it's last name. Before then, they almost downplayed being in New York. And as for NYU, well, they are I think the largest property owner in the City or one of the top two anyway, so when their value in real estate rose with NYC cache, so too did NYU as the iconic urban campus. But look around any college campus and you'll see: American Apparel, Bookstores, Coffeeshops, etc, all of which indicate a level of "safeness." If you ask me, I think Morningside Heights is boring as FUUUCK!
The worst campus I've ever been to is the University of Chicago. It's plenty beautiful and idyllic and all that, BUT!!!! There is ***NOTHING*** around.
lol! urine in a syringe? that's...hot.
Wasn't the Annie Le murder the first homicide Yale's had in like ten years? I'd hardly call that unsafe. I'd say Hopkins and the surrounding area is more dangerous than Yale.