
With the 40th anniversary of the assassination of civil rights leader Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., I couldn’t help but reflect on how strange it is to be living here in the U Street Corridor, which 40 years ago was burned and destroyed, leading to decades of blight, stagnation, and despair. Since I began kindergarten, in a state far away, I learned about MLK. I always admired him, and it seemed so sad and so wrong for him to have been killed. I believe he was a brave, upright man who simply wanted to get this country on the right trajectory which can only happen when there is equality and justice for all of its citizens. But, never has his life seemed so real to me than now. I’m living in a 107-year old house in the nation’s capital, in a neighborhood known as the “Black Broadway,” surrounded by so much history, both incredibly positive and incredibly sad. I cannot even begin to imagine witnessing U Street through all of its changes, from its heyday, to its destruction, to the “scary” aftermath, to its new reincarnation as a gentrifying neighborhood. It really has hit home that the life and mission of MLK was so important to people’s lives that they rioted for three days and that pretty much everything I see on a daily basis is linked to what happened 40 years ago. The “stories” that I’ve heard in passing, from longtime DC residents, are real. I don’t condone rioting, but these things can happen when people’s hopes are dashed and they perceive tragedy to always be a given for their lives. The emotions were real, no doubt.
The rioting began at 14th and U Streets, just blocks from me. Rioting that devastated major areas of DC, U Street, Columbia Heights, Shaw, the H Street Corridor, etc. It is so sobering to realize how grand and integral these neighborhoods were prior to the riots, only for them to be decimated and neglected for decades, still not quite “back” to form, never to be quite the same. I cannot even begin to imagine witnessing U Street through all of its changes, from its heyday, to its destruction, to the “scary” aftermath, to its new reincarnation as a gentrifying neighborhood.What would these neighborhoods be like today if they had never been burned? What if the rebuilding had happened sooner? What if no rebuilding or gentrification ever took place? Where is DC headed…can it really accommodate people from all walks of life? I don’t have any answers, of course. But, it is just so surreal to be living here, amidst the “change,” and knowing that things have been better and also so much worse. I just hope that situations in DC (or anywhere) never become so bleak that its citizens would rather see it torched. History is really crazy. Some things definitely should be learned from and not repeated.