The evening after I visited Princeton, David took me to meet two of his friends who were ‘genuine Midwesterners’, Nick and Grace from Kansas and Oklahoma respectively. We had a fun evening involving Mexican food (another first for me) and ten pin bowling. The bowling was especially fun, as we went to a place which David fairly described as ‘a dive’. It looked like it hadn’t been redecorated since the 1970s, and the bowling balls looked like they’d survived a nuclear holocaust. Particularly fun was the 10.30pm ‘Laser Bowl’ which involved turning out the main lights of one half of the alley, some glow in the dark pins and fairy lights, and the blasting out of Phil Collins at max volume. Although i’m utterly useless at bowling I enjoyed myself a lot, and it was good to go somewhere that – how to put it? – real Americans go to, so as to get an albeit brief look at ordinary life. Yet once again I caught an insight into the way race affects everything in the USA. Nick, who is studying at Princeton, explained to me that while he loves this particular bowling alley, he suspects the reason few fellow Princetonians come is because, to put it bluntly, there are many ethnic minorities that frequent the place and white Princeton students feel scared to go there.
My plan was to travel around New Jersey by car after leaving Princeton, but that basically became impossible because it would have set me back $300 for 2 days hire. Although i looked into getting a bus to Atlantic City, the travel plus accommodation costs made this less than viable. So I decided to head back to New York city, to meet up with Saz again, whom i had hardly seen on my first visit because she was busy working andjetting back to the UK for a long weekend with family. Sarah’s friend Sophie, another Brit, was staying andit was cool to meet a new person as well as catch up with an old friend. On the Saturday we had a fun time doing nothing much; wandering around the Lower East Side of New York and going to Little Italy, then watching the film Stop-Loss in the evening (a well-made and clever film about US soldiers forced to stay in the army despite completing their tours in Iraq, and well worth watching).
On Sunday we decided to take the train to Long Island and go to the beach. This was a great idea on Saz’s behalf because not only did it afford me the chance to see more of the state than New York city, but a day on the beach was exactly what I needed. In fact, I don’t think i’ve been to the beach in over 2 years, so it was a really pleasant way to spend the afternoon especially as the place was so clean, busy yet not over-crowded and the sea was simply fantastic (I had much fun regressing to the mental age of 9 and playing in the enormous waves):
Although in the USA it seems you never can quite get away from it all. Below is a picture (albeit not a very good one) of 1 of the 3-4 airplanes that fly up and down Long Beach all day, trailing enormous advertisment banners behind them. Advertising is basically everywhere in the US – it’s even on the actual steps of the stairwells of Penn Station, and as for TV you can barely go 5 minutes without a commercial break. In Massachusetts there was likewise a Zepplin that hovered over the beaches emblazoned with advertisements. To be honest, it kind of gets on my nerves, as i’m sick of being told that I need to buy stuff to make my life better, though it’s not all that different in the UK (however the merciless slaughtering of named rival products on TV commercials, something which is illegal under UK competition law, is quite amusing).
In an act of what can only be described as infinite wisdom, I decided to put sun cream on 5 minutes before going into the sea, and then not re-applying for 3 hours. The result being that I am now a fine shade of lobster, and face the joy of carrying a 20kg pack on my sunburned back around New York. Oh well.
In the evening, after a good shower and the liberal application of after-sun, Saz, Sophie and I headed out to a jazz evening in Harlem, which turned out to be one of my best experiences in the US so far. The evening is held every Sunday at the Harlem American Legion, which is like the British Legion, but for US veterans.
I have to admit, I was a little anxious at first about going to Harlem, as it has something of a reputation. But things have changed in New York, as several people told me. Even 5, but especially 10-15 years ago the area north of 120nd Street in New York was a no-go area unless you wanted to score drugs or be shot. Yet the area has undergone significant change, partly due to the economic boom in New York, but according to locals, partly due to the actions of former Mayor Rudy Giuliani. Harlem now is fairly safe.
However, I must admitt I was nervous. Saz had been to this night before, so she knew there was nothing to worry about, but I confess that when we arrived I felt somewhat scared by the fact that most of the people present were black, if i’m being honest. This turned out to be something I should never have worried about, because we were welcomed with open arms. The two ladies in charge of food and drink made us feel right at home as soon as we got there, and as soon as i realised that the mannerisms of black people are somewhat different to what I’m used to. A little on edge, I quickly realised that these people were in fact incredibly pleased that three white kids from as far away as England had come to hear the jazz, and they let us know it.
The most interesting person we spoke to that night was Seleno Clarke, the man who started the jazz night 10 years ago. He was really pleased that we had come, and got talking about all the clubs he had played jazz in across the world. He also explained how he had started the jazz night in Harlem 10 years ago with the hope that it would promote diversity and the mixing of different people – indeed, as the night wore on and he drank his way through a vast quantity of rum, he repeatedly stressed how much he loved diversity over the microphone, as well as introducing us to the room as his friends from London! Looking around, his dream has come true: as the night progressed there were all sorts of people coming in, of all ages and races, and all there simply to enjoy the music and have a good time. After eating some delicious southern food (in my case, turkey wings, beans and potato salad) we kicked back to listen to the jazz.
And it was really fantastic. Although only one of Seleno’s band members was with him that night, there were 3 drummers and 2 sax players stepping up to jam over the course of the sets we saw – and these people could really play. One of the best things about music is how it brings people from different walks of life together, from different places all around the world. Two white Australians were jamming with Seleno, and as cliched as it may sound, it was just great to see men and women of different races and from different places getting together just to enjoy the music. The highlight for me was the last set of the evening when an 18 year old girl from Chicago stepped up to play drums, and completely brought the house down, and really ended the evening on a high.
Aside from the fun of listening to great music – and I know only a very little about jazz, so it was something of a new experience for me – the Veterans Club left me with a marked positive impression. I’ve only been in the USA a couple of weeks, but you hear a lot of rhetoric about ‘community’, on bill-boards, on TV news, in newspapers etc. To be honest, i’ve not really seen much of it – my early impression of American society is that it is overwhelmingly atomised. Last night was the exception; the Commander of the club gave a brief ‘speech’ in which he welcomed all the guests – i.e. non-veterans – stressing how important it was to the club that we attended, because we help raise money for their community projects and events, simply by buying the food and drink on offer. He also explained that the drinks and food are cheap because veterans are on fixed income, so we were all benefiting financially by a scheme to help the veterans, whilst also helping them by spening our money – which i thought was a pretty good deal for everyone. The Commander then stressed some of the work the Club does, such as raise money for scholarships so that poor kids from the Harlem area can get to University.
Both these active projects, and the overwhelmingly friendly welcome we received form everyone in the room – when we left it seemed like I shook everybody’s hand – all brought together just to hear some great music, left quite a deep impression on me. This was a real community, and one that welcomed outsiders with open arms. Never will I think of Harlem again without remembering this wonderful and inspiring place.
Anyway, i’m off to Washington D.C. this afternoon, so updates to follow in due course.
Over and out.