Before the trip was over, I would see games in Fenway Park, Shea Stadium, Citizens Bank Park, Camden Yards, Nationals Park, and Yankee Stadium. (Fenway was my favorite, but my goodness are those seats tiny. Also the Yankee Stadium that I saw in 2008 was the dumpy Yankee Stadium that had been rebuilt in the 1970s, not the Steinbrenner mausoleum that would soon replace it.)
On this particular night, I rode the subway from my hotel near Penn Central Station to Yankee Stadium. As was true for most of the trip, I was traveling alone. Upon arrival in the Bronx, I walked a quarter of the way counterclockwise around the stadium to reach my entrance gate. But when I exited the ballpark after the game, I couldn’t backtrack my way to the subway. The police had blocked off the route and were directing us to continue our counter-clockwise loop around the remainder of the stadium to return to the subway.
It seemed a
long and unnecessary walk. When most of
the folks around me began moving away from stadium in a route that seemed
likely to return to the subway station more efficiently, I walked with them.
But they
were heading to parking lots. As we
walked, the group gradually dissipated.
In a couple of blocks, I found myself alone on a Bronx sidewalk at 11:00 pm,
with an expensive camera around my neck and neither the stadium nor a subway station
in sight. It was uncomfortable.
I continued on
a route that I thought would bring me back to the subway. In a couple of blocks, I came across a young
mother casually walking her twin infants in a double stroller. Not only did her presence reassure me about
the neighborhood, but she also gave me directions to a subway station that was
only a block away.
Even with
the successful completion of that mini-adventure, I was still unsure about the
short walk to my hotel after my subway ride back to Manhattan. Once again, my fears were unreasonable. I found myself walking behind a pair of
attractive young women, still wearing party dresses after an evening
event. And they were so comfortable in
the setting, and so uncomfortable in their shoes, that they had removed their
footwear and were walking barefoot down a Manhattan sidewalk at nearly
midnight.
Did I feel
silly about my fears? Yeah, a bit. But I’ve seen worse.
I attended a
public hearing in a Northern California city a few years ago. Ahead of my project on the agenda was a
proposal to split a half-acre lot into two quarter-acre lots.
I knew the area
of the proposed lot split slightly from having grown up nearby. The subdivision had been developed shortly
after World War II and was comprised of large lots in a semi-rural
setting. But with metropolitan growth,
it was now surrounded by more dense development and had become an island of
drivability surrounded by an area that was, if not walkable, at least
transit-friendly with areas of walkability.
Allowing market forces to gradually increasing the density of the older project seemed reasonable. Splitting a lot seemed a miniscule step in the right direction.
But some neighbors
saw it differently. To them, smaller
lots would allow less expensive homes, which would allow lower-income
homeowners, which would promote the distribution of drugs and which might even
lead to meth labs. Yeah, quarter-acres
lots in quiet, upscale neighborhoods are a well-known gateway to meth labs. And their particular concern was that buyers,
having secured their fix, would speed through the neighborhood, endangering the
nearby homeowners.
I’m sure
only a few of the neighbors had taken a hit from the bong of paranoia. As is usual in land-use hearings, most of the
commenters were likely from the fringe, with the more reasonable people staying
home to watch television. The hearing
body apparently felt the same, approving the proposed lot split with little
discussion.
But the hearing
comments, and my unease at finding myself in an unfamiliar Bronx neighborhood after
dark, illustrate the irrational fears that can be attached to urban settings.
Indeed, that
fear is often invoked by opponents to planning concepts that would increase
density. But is the fear justified? Not really.
Yes, it’s true that homicide rates are often higher in areas of greater
density. But driving to the metropolitan
fringe carries its own risks.
A
comprehensive study by the University of Pennsylvania and Children’s Hospital
of Philadelphia, which looked at more than a million accidental deaths between
1999 and 2006, found that the rate of accidental deaths became greater as population
densities decreased.
Perhaps the chance of getting killed in a drive-by shooting goes down in
the suburbs, but the chance of being a motor vehicle fatality went up and there
are far more vehicular deaths per year than homicides.
This isn’t
to say that all urban settings are safe.
If you choose to wander through a high-crime neighborhood at 3:00 am
with a roll of hundred dollar bills hanging out of your pocket, don’t call me
from the hospital claiming that I wrote that you’d be safe. I did no such thing. There is still a place for common sense.
But arguing
that urbanism increases personal risk is a flawed argument. Arguing
against urbanism on the grounds of personal safety is fear-mongering that
interferes with rational discussion.
Although the
next time I visit Yankee Stadium, I will probably follow police direction.
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And thanks for reading. - Dave Alden (davealden53@comcast.net)
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