2009.09.17 Urban Decay, American Decay Cut Out

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     EDITORIAL O BSERVERS

    OPINIONS Thursday, September 17, 2009

    beg to differ. The centers of many

    cities stand in disrepair. Rochester

    masks the first floor windows of its

    unused buildings by putting color-

    ful, larger-than-life photos behind

    them. Behind the windows residesonly emptiness.

    Since its height in the fifties,

    Rochester’s population has fallen

    over 125,000, or 48 percent, to about

    206,000. Yet, the Rochester metro-

    politan area has grown slightly to

    almost 1.1 million. While Americancities have shrunk, suburbs have

    grown. Yes, Rochester does have

    great vibrant areas, particularly

    around East and Monroe Avenues.

    But it’s more than Rochester I’m

    talking about — it’s our nation.

     What am I calling for? A return

    to city and countryside and the

    restriction of suburbia.

     Aesthetically, Europe, especially

    northern Europe, is the model to fol-

    low. Policy makers, who in the fifties

    had encouraged sprawl by building

    highways and allowing easy home

    financing, should now discouragesuburban growth, and instead build

    residential areas in cities much like

    Paris or Berlin. Retail and markets

    Urban decay, American decay  You want to know where Ameri-ca’s gone? It’s gone to the suburbs.

     And, at least on an aesthetic level,

    that’s been the death of America.

    Last week, I ran northward on

    the west bank of the river and on

    to the abandoned railroad bridge

    near Towers. I walked on the rotting

    wooden planks of the bridge where

    faded and forgotten graffiti extorted

    struggle, proclaiming, “Fight with

    Malcom X in your heart and in

     your fist.”

    I ran again, continuing northamidst urban decay and past the

    fittingly named Flint street where

    two shuttered factories remain with

    signs warning no trespassing.

    I crossed the river, first passing

    Corn Hill, and then turned south,

    past rubble — the remains of de-molished public housing — toward

    the University.

     Where does the wealth of our na-

    tion lie? A simple trip to Pittsford

    Plaza gives the answer.

    Out of America’s vastness, we’ve

    created our own little kingdoms of

    single family homes on the outskirts

    of cities, adorned with strip malls

    and shopping plazas. We’ve created

    boring houses and ugly develop-

    ments filled with lonely and insecure

    people trying to fulfill a vacuous

     American dream.

     Are the suburbs pleasing to theeye? The endless rows of nearly

    identical houses, seas of gray park-

    ing lots and imposing big-box stores

    should be built in cities, so people

    shop where they live. When we de-

    velop small towns, we should build

    them like villages — dense clusters

    of buildings — surrounded by com-

    mon land or forest.

    Then we can establish mass

    transit. Mass transit does not

    work in suburbia simply because

    people live dispersed enough that

    cars are the most efficient form of

    transportation.

     We should bring retail back to

    the cities and out of the big boxstores. We should turn empty lots

    into parks and plant trees and we

    should encourage mixed-use lots.

    More than all of this, we need to cut

    the source of urban decay, and that

    is the expansion of suburbia — the

    root that sucks our cities dry.Is focused change feasible? It’s

    going to take a lot more than just

    me to make it so.

     As I ran back to campus on the

    east side of the river, past the demol-

    ished projects, an old man, sitting

    and watching the sunset, raised his

    brown paper bagged bottle to me and

    said, “Be Careful! The fish in that

    river are big enough to eat you!” We

    both shared a laugh.

    I made it to the same railroad

    bridge again as the sun set a deep

    crimson. On the rotten planks,

    saplings were beginning to grow.The rusted iron remained.

    Otis is a member of 

    the class of 2011.

     ANDREW 

    O PINIONS

     E DITOR

    OTIS