Being the place where I spent a magical month back in 2000 as a wide eyed young MC learning my craft, Harlem will always have a special place in my heart. I stayed in the Sugar Hill hostel for $25 a night and lit out for nocturnal adventures like performing live at Howard College (midtown) and drinking very strong rum and coke's at St. Nick's jazz lounge (where Charlie Parker once cut a live album) while listening to the smooth sounds of house band Harlem Soul.
So it's with a heavy heart that I read shit like this.
"Megan Newman, a woman in her 40s who works in publishing and recently moved to Harlem with her husband, after having lived most of her life in other neighborhoods in the city, described it as “such an interesting, oddball place.”
Hmm, Megan Newman huh? Yeah, aren't those black folk cute and quaint with their liquor stores, hair salons, rap albums and phenomenal athletic ability?
Fugggghhhhhinnnnnaarrrrggggghhhhh!
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