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Three years ago, Timothy Lum spotted his dream apartmentthree thousand miles away.
Every day for six months he scanned The New York Times apartment listings from his San Francisco home. Every day he spied the same ad for a 5000 square-foot loft space. After a few weeks he wondered why no one had jumped on such a prime piece of real estate.
"If its a place that big and no one wants it, well, I want it," he said. Having already lived in Oakland, Baltimore, and Richmond, he knew that kind of a large space is extremely hard to come by; it would be perfect for a working artist like himself, and is extremely hard to come by. Not knowing how long it would go undiscovered, he rented the space for an astounding $2400 per month.
Once he arrived in New York he quickly realized why the place had remained vacant for so long. He had not moved into one of the traditional hipster neighborhoods, tailor-made for artists and their hangers-on, a yuppie enclave, or even an old-school, working-class locale. Timothy Lum had unwittingly moved one of the last bastions of urban hellthe South Bronx.
Not that Lum would agree with that assessment. He is one of a growing group of artists who have embraced this toughest of neighborhoods as their own. If this looks like the beginning of the same gentrification-cum-displacement song and dance, look again. Many of the artists who now call this area home have themselves escaped from once artist-friendly enclaves like SoHo, Fort Greene, and Williamsburg, and have committed themselves to breathing new life into an area that has long been stagnantwithout displacing the people that give the South Bronx its character. The artists have encouraged and provided venues for local neighborhood artists to show their work, spoken out against the health problems that plague the area (the South Bronx has the highest percentage of juvenile asthmatics in the nation), fought to preserve community gardens, and teamed with existing community groups to spark action.
"We want to create a nexus of community involvement so that people can find volunteer opportunities to plug into right away instead of smoking the night away at some bar," says artist and community activist Harry Bubbins. "We should always welcome new people and new ideas."
The good intentions of the nascent South Bronx artists' collective may soon be tested, however. Brooklyn-based developer Carnegie Management Corporation is putting the finishing touches on the conversion of the long-neglected Estey Piano Factory at the corner of Lincoln Avenue and Bruckner Boulevard into the first of 155 loft spaces, topping out at about 1500 square feet, and renting for $950 to $1700 per monthrents absolutely unheard of this far uptown.
The first tenants moved in in September. By November 1, 54 units were completed, with the entire building to be finished within a year. Plans are in place to open restaurants, bars, coffee shops, and even a 3000-square-foot art gallery on the first floor of the building. Carnegie co-manager Isaac Jacobs has already been "inundated with phone calls" for applications, and boldly predicts that 121 Lincoln will be the center of the area. "The South Bronx will be the next Williamsburg," he said. "This is the new frontier."
In an era where home is less where the heart is than where the cool people are, Jacobss words are enough to strike fear into those lucky few whose neighborhoods havent already been overrun by Cosmo-sipping trendoids and bohos with platinum cards. As many of the South Bronx's newer residents have experienced displacement firsthand, they understand all too well that improvement breeds popularity. It may be inevitable, as many other neighborhoods such as Williamsburg, Greenpoint, and Astoria have suffered the same fate due to their relatively cheap rents, available living space, and proximity to Manhattan. The South Bronx already experienced a mini-boom in the 1980s due to a burgeoning art scene and the growth of the already well-known Antiques District along Bruckner Boulevard.
"I know people here are afraid of [being forced out of their neighborhood because it has happened in so many other places," says Carol Zukaluk, who, except for college in Binghamton and a five-year stint in San Francisco, has lived in the South Bronx for all of her 46 years. "We do not fear gentrification; we fear displacement. We want the drug dealers to leave. We want the people with severe mental problems to be taken care of. We welcome gentrification and its benefits for all these reasons." The truth is that displacement is probably not a great threat, simply because housing projects and highways circle the area around 121 Lincoln. "We dont want the hardworking, blue-collar people to leave, no way."
Many of those hardworking people, like Zukaluk, have seen the South Bronx through some very hard times. The neighborhood became infamous in the 1970s when news crews beamed pictures of the 40 to 50 blazes the New York fire department battled per day into the living rooms of middle America. City services abandoned the area, elevated trains began skipping stops there, and, worst of all, landlords began burning down their own buildings to collect insurance, to the delight of destitute tenants eligible for public housing as a result. Parts of the area were razed for parking lots. A wrong turn through the South Bronx even cost a self-proclaimed Upper West Side "master of the universe" his livelihood in Tom Wolfes 1987 novel Bonfire of the Vanities (the film's pivotal scenes were actually filmed underneath the Bruckner Expressway). Before long, the area became history's most familiar image of urban blightan image, Zukaluk says, that will not be easily erased from the minds of New Yorkers. "It's stigmatized, the name South Bronx," she says.