I can't speak to how "dangerous" Clark Park was during the '90s. The 
neighborhood as a whole saw more scary activity then than now, I'd say. I was 
never afraid in the park, although I knew others were afraid of it. But I was 
often cautious about crossing it at night, because the after-dark set seemed to 
be an elevated-risk set, even though my sole low-level hassle there in that era 
took place around 6:00 pm. And I seldom saw, for instance, women venturing 
across it after dusk, which suggests about half the citizenry wasn't really 
getting full use of their tax dollars.

That the park was drug-infested didn't trouble me that much either, and I could 
hardly afford whores in that decade. Still, crack-vial litter isn't everybody's 
cup of tea and people have a right to find it disturbing, even if some of us 
found it merely outré.

I don't think Judith Rodin fixed it, not all by her thumpin' self. I will be 
otherwise engaged on the night of her book-signing. But a large part of success 
in life consists of being seen standing there when the rain happens to stop. 
People will assume you made the rain stop and you should be able to cash in on 
a book deal. I don't begrudge her that. And for sure, she did far more right by 
our neighborhood than her odious predecessor, who really went out of his way to 
hurt us all.

-- Tony West
  ----- Original Message ----- 
  From: Ross Bender 

  Judy's full florid quote re the park is below:

  >>This, in turn, led to greening projects--such as the 
  >>planting of 450 trees and 10,000 spring bulbs and the
  >>creation of four public and three children's gardens--which
  >>set the stage for the dramatic transformation of Clark Park
  >>from a dangerous drug-infested space into a thriving 
  >>recreational venue for children and the locale for a weekly
  >>farmer's market. 

  Funny. Maybe my memory is giving out, but I'm almost positive that my son, 
born in 1987, spent a good portion of his tender years in that dangerous 
drug-infested space, and as I recall, really enjoyed it. Not the drugs, but the 
old low-rent playground in the north park, which, while certainly not as fancy 
as the new playgrounds they've got in the south park these days, provided lots 
of fun for a wee toddler. There was a low wall which he enjoyed learning to 
walk on, an old fashioned slide, a couple of crude dinosaurs, and the turtle. I 
spent about a year with him as a stay-at-home dad, and remember meeting lots of 
other (friendly) parents and their toddlers in Clark Park. Don't remember 
running into any whores, but maybe I was just too naive to recognize them. 

  I do recall the crack vials, with their multicolored lids, but basically I 
remember finding them on the 4700 block of Cedar, which was almost as tony then 
as it is now. Crack, if y'all can think back through that cocaine haze, was not 
a peculiar affliction of nasty ghetto West Philly, but a national urban curse. 
Of course at the same time, powder cocaine was extraordinarily popular with the 
white upper classes (and future presidents), although they never seemed to go 
to jail for it. 

  So Judy's claim to fame as the Good White Fairy or Goddess or whatever she 
believes herself to have been, is quite overblown on the face of it. I'm not 
saying she didn't do some good things in cooperation with Fast Eddie, but 
puh-lease!! OK, she was the first lady Ivy League prexy, and of course she was 
a Columbia Ph.D., which speaks volumes in her favor. But she was also the first 
million dollar a year Ivy League president, and thus more of a corporate CEO 
than an old-style academic. Her salary was umpteen bazillion times that of the 
humblest Penn employee; if you think that's a good trend, well, that's your 
opinion. IMHO it's part of the Banana Republicization of the USA. 

  What really bugs me about her razzamatazz is the fact that while I've lived 
here 22 years as of June 2, I didn't notice any sudden magical transformation 
when she blew into town. As other long and longer-term residents have been 
witnessing on this list, this has always been a pretty fine place to live, and 
lots of people have made it that way. A million-dollar flackette waving her 
wand and puffing herself apparently has made a big impression on some gullible 
folks, but I just don't see it that way. 

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