A Memoir about Being a Black Gentrifier in Bed-Stuy
Occasionally , a local news story reduces the mess of New York City gentrification to its essential boorishness. Earlier this year, a Torontonian opened a “ boozy sandwich shop ,” according to the eatery’s Web site, in Crown Heights, Brooklyn, a neighborhood built on a gentle slope. One might speculate that it was this topography that inspired Becca Brennan, a former attorney and the business’s owner, to name her new establishment Summerhill. One might also surmise that Brennan had reached a bogeyman’s conclusion about the recent demographics of Crown Heights. Last month, Gothamist reported that Brennan had issued a press release featuring a photo of a radioactive-looking cocktail against a dented green wall . “Yes, that bullet hole-ridden wall was originally there, and yes, we’re keeping it,” the release boasted. Brennan’s belief—that the previous renters, bodega proprietors, had operated a clandestine weapons ring in the back of the store—was quickly debunked on social media; on Su...