IT PAINS ME to write these words, but there is an ugly disease overwhelming Manchester?s West Side, and Conant Street has become its cancerous spine.
The lesions are visible in the once-proud Germanic neighborhood around Dover and West and Douglas streets, parts of which run to squalor. They?re also spreading to the north, running up the hills on Cartier and Dubuque and Notre Dame Avenue ? tenements gone to seed ? and the rot can also be seen in the ugly, blighted stretch of lower Second Street.
The disease is manifesting itself in crime, violence and apathy.
The medical metaphor is an apt one, because ? as with cancer ? people who care are searching for a cure for what currently ails so many neighborhoods on the left bank of the Merrimack River.
?Why all of a sudden the West Side?? asked Ed LaPalme.
?It used to be the East Side and center city, and now it?s over here. Maybe we just have some bad eggs over here now, but even five years ago, it wasn?t bad like this,? the 68-year-old retiree added, as he awaited the start of his computer class at the William B. Cashin Senior Activity Center.
Lillian Latour has only been in Manchester for five years, and she agreed. ?We came here from St. Louis,? she said, ?and lately, it seems like there?s more violent crime here on the West Side than there was back there.?
Even while their compatriots were line-dancing upstairs, like Ed LaPalme, Lillian was at the Senior Center for computer class. That center ? a genuine oasis for elders ? is situated less than a block from last Monday?s episode of nighttime gunfire. That gunfire led to the arrest of previously convicted gun-felon Marcos Nieves, and it also prompted a newspaper headline that, in years past, was simply unthinkable:
?More Gunshots on Manchester?s West Side.?
?Another West Side shooting. I heard that on the radio when I woke up and it made me feel sick,? said Doris Tousignant, whose Montgomery Street home ? scant blocks from Thursday?s early-morning report of gunshots ?has been her home since the day she was born.
?And my mother lived here from the day she was born,? Doris added. ?We always knew every single one of our neighbors. I don?t anymore, and I?m not even sureif I want to.?
Arthur ?Red? Ullrich ? longtime owner of the sleek, silver canteen truck known as ?Red?s Flying Saucer? ? echoed her sense of alienation.
Red?s 85 now.
I caught my old neighbor as he was setting up tables for a yard sale he was going to hold in the driveway of his immaculately kept home on Thornton Street, the very same home where I ? as a chunky 10-year-old ? once crashed through his bulkhead and wound up in his basement.
?It?s not like it was when you were growing up,? Red said, with a sigh and a shake of his head, ?but let me say this.?
He began pointing to nearby homes, up and down Sullivan and Thornton streets. ?Over here, good neighbor,? he said. ?Here, excellent neighbor. Armand Pinard over there, great neighbor. Same for Harold Seifert. Above that, I don?t know anyone anymore.
?All up and down Thornton and Bartlett streets, now it?s all Section 8 housing,? he said, in reference to the government-subsidized rent program. ?The people come and go. It?s like Gene Autry. They?re in and out of the saddle every day and the sad thing is, I never used to have to close my doors, let alone lock them, but now . . . ?
Everyone I spoke with ended their sentences the same way.
?But now . . . ?
It?s different now.
?We?ve never seen anything like this on the West Side,? said former alderman and longtime city finance chief Joe Acorace, who?s been a fixture on Bremer Street for decades. ?I can?t say I know of anyone who?s moving away because of it, but certainly we?re all concerned.?
Concerned about what?
First and foremost, they?re concerned about their personal safety, and justifiably so when each day?s paper carries reports of late night gunplay on the streets outside of their homes.
Farther down the line, they?re concerned about things like property values ? nothing cripples a housing market like drive-by shootings or a meth lab across the street ? and then there is the intangible sense of pride.
Old time West Siders are territorial, and proud of it.
They identify fiercely with their slice of Our Town. It?s a place, yes, but it?s also a state of mind, and they don?t want to surrender to apersistent-yet-transient vermin element that feeds off drink and drugs and the curse of the absentee landlord.
?You can do everything possible to make your home as nice as can be,? noted Doris Tousignant, ?but if you live next door to a place that?s run by a slum lord, what good will it do you? It didn?t just happen this week. It?s been happening over time, but they don?t care who they rent to, and the tenants don?t care about the place and it just spirals down and down.?Walk down Conant Street for proof.
If you dare.
If you do, look for the building at 188 Conant. When I was a kid, it was the Knights of Columbus Hall. Now it?s the Hope and Revival Church, and if the West Side has any hope of revival, people with a stake in the area are going to have to become more and more involved.
People like Bill Cashin.
The longtime Ward 10 alderman has his name atop the door at the Senior Activity Center on Main Street and his Winter Street home is just two blocks from the Monday night shooting incident.
?The assessment on my house just went from $158,000 to $361,000,? he said, ?and that?s OK. I don?t mind paying my taxes as long as I feel I?m getting some security for my family and my friends, but I don?t feel I?m getting that rightnow.
?I?m not even in office anymore,? he added, ?but I?m still getting calls from people who are scared over here. I think the police department is simply overwhelmed right now. They need more help from the mayor and the aldermen.
?If you look at where the Senior Center is, right behind it is where a lot of the trouble is. I?m very concerned about that location. That?s where the seniors go. That?s where the high school is and that?s where the trouble is. Something has to be done.?
What?s being done now is talking, for the most part.
This unsettling West Side story is topic number one over coffee at Chez Vachon, over lunch at the Burns High Rise, over beers at the Raphael Club and after Mass at Ste. Marie?s.
It?s a complicated story.
It involves history and sociology and economics. It has far too many elements of a crime novel and lately, there are elements of horror. If you believe in fairy tales, you might be looking for a happy ending, but at the moment, the end of this story is nowhere in sight.
Columnist John Clayton?s e-mail address is
jclayton@unionleader.com