When I was a teenager, I cultivated the aura of being misunderstood. It was a sad badge of honor, shaped by David Lynch and Martin Scorsese, Sylvia Plath and Joe Strummer. How times have changed as I march slowly toward the half-century mark. These days, I enjoy being understood, and make no small efforts to that end.
What I knew at sixteen I still know today - I grew up in a dispossessed neighborhood. Anyone with even a casual awareness of Boston history knows that the Commonwealth, beneath the cloak of Massport, has treated East Boston like a cat treats a litter box. People of a certain age and social status still look at me askew when I tell them where I grew up. If I often seem defensive about my community, it’s because I believe it deserves to be defended. Past generations of elected officials were poor advocates, and knowing this, I’ve been raising my voice since I found it, thirty years ago.
So let’s be clear - I’m an informed critic of development, not an opponent of development. I make qualitative assessments based in my knowledge of the community, with a focus on both history and aspiration. The deep and obvious flaws in the waterfront developments in East Boston are the result of a clear and intentional failure to create points of interaction between the established community and new residents of these developments.
As others have suggested, Marginal Street should have become a retail and restaurant corridor, with small, locally owned businesses to attract people of every stripe. Package and hardware stores, dry cleaners, lunch counters, places for neighbors new and old to meet. Instead, there’s a joyless (and craftless) wall that faces Jeffries Point; the developers we’re allowed to monetize the view, and turn their back to the neighborhood.
Clippership Wharf can now join the Eddy, Portside at Pier One, and all the other executive ghettos that have been vomited onto the East Boston Waterfront as a monied enclave that is in East Boston but not of East Boston.
I don’t resent the folks who can afford to live here - if you can fork over $4K a month, good for you. But I do resent the state and city agencies who enabled these developments with nary a consideration for the needs and betterment of the established community. It may be smart growth, given the proximity to transit. It’s certainly profitable, given the crush of well-dressed thirty-somethings flooding the platform at Maverick. But it’s also thoughtless, cynical urbanism.