Pilgrim’s Progress by Pete Beatty – An Excerpt From “Rust Belt Chic” | Vol. 1 Brooklyn

The Rust Belt is at once very real and something of a mirage. It took a miracle to make the factories and foundries and neighborhoods of Cleveland burst into flower, to make vibrant and meaningful cultures to spring up here, in Pittsburgh, in Buffalo, in the Mahoning Valley, in Detroit and Chicago. It took the exact opposite of that miracle to empty out those jobs and homes, to send us scurrying to the suburban desert, to very nearly forsake the idea of community. A community—what New York City can’t be—is the closest thing we have to heaven. Middleburg Heights probably can’t host the community I want either, although the only way to prove that would be to try to build one. Cleveland, as a place that needs and wants people, is a fallow field, desperate to be the host to a living community again. It will soon be played out once more if we treat it like we have in the past. Those are the terms of use.

I always enjoy Pete Beatty’s (@nocoastoffense) writing.

Pilgrim’s Progress by Pete Beatty – An Excerpt From “Rust Belt Chic” | Vol. 1 Brooklyn