Jessica Alfieri

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• Where They Lost Me

  Jul 7, 2008 tagged as profit, protest, Union Square, Union Square Park

  I’m all for preservation of public spaces, especially when the public space in question is a park (treasured real estate in this city). I’m all for efficiency in construction (which I have yet to see in this city). And I’m all for transparency in planning, disclosure of donations, and partnership with the public in making decisions about public space.

  BUT (and this is a big but) I’m not for demonizing private enterprise.  I’m not for ignoring the recent history of a neighborhood, only to glorify its ancient past.

  And until Wednesday, I had been a quiet supporter of the Save-Union-Square group’s conversation with the city about the future of the park.

  I stood by while they prayed to three little pine trees.  I chuckled while Reverend Billy spoofed an auction to show us just how for-sale the park is.

  

  

  But when I saw the screaming group that gathered to protest at the storefront of Union Square Cafe, they lost me.

  

  Has no one bothered to think about how bad Union Square had become before risks were taken (by private enterprise) and new life was breathed into the neighborhood?

  Or is it just more convenient to cite Emma Goldman’s famous speech at the pavilion? I suppose their messages might jive: would the Save-Union-Square folks also like to take everything by force?

  The park of the 80s was not the center of culture and art that it is today, let alone a place most of us would want to hang out after dark.  The restaurants and other businesses that saw a future in this place brought people back here, and with them, safety in numbers.

  From Wednesday’s fliers:

  Push Back Against Danny Meyer.

  Danny Meyer, Union Square Cafe owner and supposed Mr. Nice Guy of New York City, is the man at the center of the controversial plan to privatize the Pavilion building of Union Square Park.

  I’m not going to say that Danny Meyer is a saint, because frankly, I don’t know enough about him.  But I know that if I had the opportunity to do what he did with Union Square Cafe (and others) I would.

  No, he and other entrepreneurs weren’t rebuilding Union Square all out of the goodness of their hearts: they saw a financial opportunity here. But I don’t think that’s wrong.

  Sure, I wish there weren’t a bank and a Starbucks on every corner, I don’t like what NYU has done to the village, and I often complain and employ that overused G-word (gentrification). I understand preferring the gritty to the “nice”.

  But it shows an incredible lack of context to protest outside one of the restaurants that reignited Union Square life.

  Put another way, you’d also be complaining if the park’s playground spaces were still littered with needles.

  Other coverage: Village Voice, Washington Square Park Blog, Save Union Square