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Wylie Avenue Days

This morning, the New York Times fronted a wonderful story about the Hill District neighborhood in my hometown of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. For those of you with the time, I encourage you to read it. Fifty years ago, the Hill was one of the most exciting, vibrant, close-knit communities in the United States. It was like all those stories told about old-time Brooklyn except it was smaller, not in New York, and almost entirely African-American. I did not grow up there (my neighborhood was a couple of miles away), but I went to kindergarden through eight grade at a school at the top of the Hill.

One paragraph I found facinating in the story was: "Much of the neighborhood's spirit was crushed — literally — in the mid-1950's when the city demolished the lower part of The Hill as part of an urban renewal project, displacing 8,000 residents. The destruction was carried on by the 1968 riots, the crack epidemic of the 1980's and the steady outflow of middle-class blacks to other neighborhoods."

That urban renewal project did rip the heart out of the Hill District and the area never recovered. At the time, the local residents were adamantly against it and have never forgiven the city for pushing it through. But, this isn't the reason I found the paragraph noteworthy -- I knew all of this before... the project, the riots, the drugs, and the flight out of the Hill. I'm just amazed that the Times did not say what the urban renewal project was. They put, on the front page, a story about the growth, peak, decline, near-death, and current renaissance of an urban neighborhood, and they don't name the incident which precipitated the demise?

The urban renewal project was the building of the Mellon Arena (née Civic Arena). The Arena (as it is simply known in Pittsburgh, or outside of Pittsburgh as "The Igloo") was originally built for the Civic Light Opera and there was hope at the time that major league basketball and hockey could be lured to the site. The Pittsburgh Penguins have played there since their inception in 1967.

I love the Civic Arena and have fond memories of watching U2, Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, the Go-Gos, the Grateful Dead, Duran Duran and dozens of other musical acts there, and seeing dozens upon dozens of Penguin games there. However, the building of the Mellon Arena was one of the most horrible acts of urban renewal and neighborhood destruction in this nation's history.

The current owner of the Penguins, Mario Lemieux, is insisting that the city and state build the Penguins a new venue next door to the Mellon Arena. City activists are petitioning to have the Arena be named an historic building which would preclude its demolition. Hill District residents are calling for a plan which, if the building is leveled, that new construction on the site would have the Hill in mind, replace the business district which was taken from them almost fifty years ago, and aid in the improvement of the neighborhood.

This is all going on right now. It's an essential part of the Hill's history and it's a major part of the Hill's future. I wonder why the Times did not mention any of it. Any profile of the Hill District must engage the construction and proposed demolition of the Arena.

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M.J.D.:

I GREW UP IN PGH IN THE HOMEWOOD SECTION OF THE CITY. WHWN I WAS A CHILD HOMEWOOD WAS STILL A MIXED NEIGHBORHOOD. I REALLY DID NOT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT RACISM. MY PATENTS DID NOT TEACH US TO HATE OR DISRESPECT ANYONE. I REMEMBER GOING TO THE LOWER HILL WITH MY FATHER WHEN IT WAS STILL A VIBRANT COMMUNITY. AS I GREW OLDER I STARTED EXPERIENCING PGH RACISM. NOW I KNOW IT IS ONE OF THE MOST RACIST CITIES IN AMERICA. NOT ONLY WITH THE AVERAGE RESIDENT BUT IN COROPORATE PGH AS WELL. IT'S TOO BAD BECAUSE IT'S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL CITY. I NOW LIVE IN THE SOUTH AND I HAVEN'T EXPERIENCED SUCH RACISM AS I HAVE IN PGH. IT'S STILL HOME TO ME AND I STILL LOVE IT. IT'S RATHER DEPRESSING THOUGH REMEMBERING WHAT IT WAS AND WHAT IT HAS BECOME.

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