BALTIMORE – A few weeks ago, I stood in the middle of riot-torn North Avenue, watching the city I call home crumble before my eyes: the sound of crunching glass under foot; the smell of burning buildings; the sight of protesters screaming at police in SWAT gear in a haze of smoke from torched cars and businesses.
Last weekend, I celebrated my wedding anniversary in that same city, at the waterfront hotel where I tied the knot. It was wonderful. From our room, we saw the beautiful views of the glimmering Inner Harbor, often called “the crown jewel of Charm City.” Nearby, luxury yachts sailed past million-dollar condos as tourists walked a promenade lined with high-end restaurants offering $16 cocktails.
Just three miles separate these two parts of Baltimore – three miles that might as well be opposite sides of the planet.
As I looked out the hotel window, I looked past downtown toward the shattered neighborhoods in the distance. I recalled my recent interview with former Mayor Kurt Schmoke.
“There's rot beneath the glitter,” Schmoke said, referring to a memorable study in the 1980s about the city's future. “We've got to just own up to that and recognize it.”
The rot is severe. One in four Baltimore residents lives below the poverty line, and the median household income is more than $30,000 below the state’s average. Recent research from Johns Hopkins revealed the city's black residents, who account for more than two-thirds of the population, have a much worse chance of upward mobility. If you don’t believe white privilege is real, read my report on that.
Over the years, many inner-city parents who lost children told me about their dreams, that their kids would do well in school and escape to a safer place. In Baltimore, that completely different environment is just down the road, but unreachable.
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