The public outpouring about New York City’s future is head-spinning: The city is dead or is dying or, on the opposite side of the spectrum, New York will rise again.
We tend to believe the latter. The blistering speeches about New York and angry Twitter bots have been largely advanced for political gain, conflating the crime bump, homelessness, an overdue reckoning for racial equity and Covid-19 into an urban Armageddon virtually unrecognizable to residents. Even the most-committed advocates for the city have a hard time tuning it all out. I’m not suggesting our considerable post-pandemic woes aren’t real, because they clearly are. And yet, the facts are this: New York City is still infinitely safer than it was in the 1970s, ’80s and ’90s—not