A few weeks ago a local architect friend wrote me to say he’d just come back from New York City. He was breathless with excitement at the city’s architectural treasures and its vibrant never-sleep urban spirit. He told me it was pretty tough coming back to Portland.
Well, I just got back from a trip of my own to New York and Washington, DC. With my friend’s comments in my mind, and because the two cities are significant ones (the nation’s political and cultural/financial capitals, respectively), not to mention cities I lived in for most of the 1990s, I couldn’t help but compare the Big Apple and the inner Beltway to Portland once more.
But I came to a different conclusion than my friend did. Let’s just say I’m very happy to be back.
Going to NYC and DC, one can’t help but feel impressed by the skyline. In DC it’s the White House, Capitol, Washington Monument and other landmarks that stand out, while New York has not only individual icons such as the Empire State building and Statue of Liberty, but the sheer scale and vastness of Manhattan. You can see that skyline from miles away like you can Hood, St. Helens and Adams—only they’re man made, veritable Egyptian pyramids for America.
Of course in terms of cultural offerings, no city in America, or perhaps even the world, can beat New York City. The array of art, food and entertainment available is too limitless to mention.
But in both cities—especially New York—there’s a layer of soot and grime covering everything. The entire infrastructure, from roads and sidewalks to even the lampposts, seems to have long since fallen into decay. Even if you're one of the select few who can afford a beautiful brownstone, you can't escape the harshness of the city. (I saw a homeless man walking barefoot in 18-degree weather; it broke my heart, but I knew from experience that if I lived there, I'd be much less phased.)
On a human level, you buy something at a store and the clerk never says one word but the amount of money due and never once looks you in the eye. (I know these are more often than not good people, but they sure don't show it in public. You can't do it there and expect to survive.)
Wilsonville or Cedar Mill would be considered inner suburbs in the East Coast megalopolis. Scaffolding clings to seemingly every other building. Warranted or not, there's a constant feeling of threat that The Big One - not an earthquake but some massive bomb - is inevitably going to come.
In Manhattan the winter sun shines much more regularly than it does here, but the height of the buildings means you’re usually walking in shadow. Oh, and you think a break from the rain is nice? Most of the year it’s either way too hot and humid or way too cold and icy.
I think New York is to the United States what the foyer is to a McMansion. In these places people are dwarfed by the scale of the place they inhabit. The scale of built form is grander there, more impressive to behold than wherever else you'll go. The rest of the space is smaller and less vibrant, but more humane. There's less drama but you can let your guard down a little more. I love passing through New York, but I'd sure rather live here.
When you're talking about Washington, it's really the greater metro area that includes area in Maryland and Virginia. The District of Columbia is a very small geographical pocket. And the city was once known as the murder capitol of America. The intersection of states with the district has meant that the city is severed as a working entity.
Except for pockets like Georgetown and Mount Pleasant, most people earning higher incomes live in Maryland or Virginia, and there is insufficient tax revenue to account for the needs of an under-privileged poor population already burdened, as a mostly African-American population, with intense racism. DC has rebounded like a lot of inner American cities, but the Bush administration certainly hasn't helped things with slashed funding for education and social services and a tax plan favoring the wealthy. In DC these underlying themes are indispensible from a view of the city.
Because local building codes limit height in order to preserve the integrity of the monuments on the Mall, the nation's capitol does have a more human scale akin to Paris or other European cities. It's got a stunning museum collection, and they're all free. There's also a legendary punk rock scene, which earns it a gold star with yours truly.
But the downside of DC's smaller-scale urban fabric is that it adds to the feeling that this where no matter how important the running of the country may be at certain addresses in the middle of Washington, in terms of everyday life the suburbs have swallowed the city there.
While visiting for the last week, I had a great time even as DC and NYC annoyed and exhausted me. I love New York’s subway, how it covers ground so much more quickly than MAX or the streetcar and how you can always count on a station being located conveniently nearby. NYC and DC also have real museums—sorry PAM and OHS, but you’d be second or third-tier there at best.
But without fail, everyone I whom I told I was from Portland launched into a soliloquy about what a great city they thought it was. How beautiful both the urban and natural landscapes were. What great wine and beer and coffee we had, and how many smart, creative people they knew who had migrated there. That it was, like NY and LA and a handful of other larger cities, a liberal oasis amidst a desert of conservativism. Sure, the city is a little small and provincial. But overall there’s something successful and even spiritual happening in Portland. That was the message I got.
As much as I love great architecture and urban planning, I'm glad that the icons on our landscape are snow-capped mountains. I don't even visit Oregon's natural wonders very often, but it's humbling to be reminded so regularly of how we fit onto the land. When I was in college in New York, I remember being depressed because I couldn't see the horizon. Much as I loved the pizza, the city made me feel like a jack in the box.
While it’s always fun to visit these two Meccas of America, I’m even happier every time I come back. Oh, and did I mention how much nicer our airport is?
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