I took the Q train to the Prospect Park station. This is on the bad side of the Park. Before heading into the park, I walked a bit down Flatbush Avenue, a commercial street which serves the mostly black residents of the area.
A large number of the stores were barbers, hair stylists, and nail salons. There is no white neighborhood with so many of these places. Black people obviously put a lot more time and effort into their appearance than white people. Who knew?
There were lots of places to buy greasy food like pizza and fried chicken. And many bodegas. Liberals like to complain that poor people are fat because of the “unhealthy” food sold in their neighborhoods. Well, there were loads of empty storefronts waiting to be rented (obviously, business isn’t booming along Flatbush Avenue). I challenge these liberal do-gooders to stop complaining and open up a store on Flatbush Avenue selling “healthy” food. Of course the store will go out of business, because black people don’t want to eat food that white people consider to be “healthy.”
On the other hand, such a store might be profitable because there are a few brave white people trying to gentrify the neighborhood. Amongst all of the stores catering to blacks were two SWPL places. One sold “fine art clothing,” and the other was a coffee house in which I could see white people sitting around with coffee and their laptop computers.
It looks like you’re in the country, but it’s Brooklyn
So then I walked into Prospect Park, and it was like I entered a whole different world. There were hardly any black people in Prospect Park, even though it borders a black neighborhood. Black people obviously don’t like trees. This probably explains why blacks always live in cities, and then when you wander off into the countryside, there are fewer black people.
This is not to say that Prospect Park was all SWPL. There were many ethnic and working class whites in Prospect Park. I even saw a Hispanic SWPL couple. They looked just like two white people dressed in a SWPL-hipster manner, except they were talking to each other in Spanish. This demonstrates how the word “Hispanic” covers such a wide variety of people. Black Puerto Ricans are Hispanic, but some of the very whitest people you’ll ever meet (such as the couple I saw in Prospect Park) are also Hispanic!