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East Harlem—El Barrio—at the terminus of East 128th Street and 2nd Avenue, near the Crack is Wack Playground, feels almost deserted. A forgotten corner of New York, it echoes the city’s turbulent past. This place still carries the memory of the crack epidemic, a devastating era that tore through neighborhoods, fractured families, and left scars that haven’t fully healed.
Keith Haring’s anti-crack mural, though weathered by time and acts of vandalism, endures. Now protected behind a fence, it stands as a bold and battered symbol of resistance and remembrance. It marks a chapter that has largely passed, yet its shadows still drift across the streets. In daylight, between parked cars, one might still witness unsettling scenes—men and women, half-clothed and under the influence—bearing silent testimony to struggles that persist just out of view. Yet beyond the Harlem and East Rivers, change is unmistakable. From this vantage, the transformation across the water is visible in the rise of Bankside at the edge of the South Bronx. Brookfield Properties is developing a massive 1,350-unit project in Mott Haven—a seven-tower complex that will span both sides of the Third Avenue Bridge at 2401 Third Avenue and 101 Lincoln Avenue. Brookfield’s $165 million purchase of these waterfront parcels from The Chetrit Group in September 2018 set the stage for a new era. Construction is already underway. Despite the contrasts—between the lingering hardship of East Harlem and the promise of renewal across the river—there’s something about this corner of New York that feels inviting. In its grit and resilience, it’s a place I could imagine calling home.
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Tekena
10/15/2025 10:19:08 am
I remember my mother telling her stories about harlem. My mother was born and partilally raised out there. unfortunately she was one of the women in the streets at that time. she was a herion addict. But she would talk about the clubs, discos, drugs. ect.
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Charles Pearson
10/15/2025 04:55:38 pm
Thank you for sharing this, Tekena. Your mother’s stories carry the pulse of Harlem’s shadow and shine—those clubs, discos, and street corners held so many lives in motion. I hear the ache and the rhythm in what you’ve shared. The fact that she still spoke of it—despite the pain—feels like a kind of testimony, a way of keeping the music and memory alive. I’m honored her echoes found a place here.
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Tekena
10/20/2025 01:57:23 pm
Thank you Mr. C. Yes, I can vagley remember her getting dressed up, in her silver pants..lol Her crop top, large bangles and earrings. She wouldl have her large eye lashes, with the silver glitter eyeshadow. Her makeup was always on point. And I can not forget her long beautiful nails. As I am older now, she really hid her addiction. I also want to thank you for being such an insperation to be. I will be sending you some real soon! Mr. C.
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Charles Pearson
10/21/2025 08:49:41 pm
Tekena, thank you for this beautiful memory. I can see her—silver pants, glitter eyeshadow, long nails catching the light. She knew how to show up, even while carrying so much inside. That kind of grace, that kind of masking, is something the city teaches us early. Your words bring her back with such vividness, and I’m honored that El Barrio stirred that reflection. Leave a Reply. |
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