I just got done reading DJ Rix's
account of his visit to West New York, or rather a waterfront development in West New York.
While that spit of land between the Hudson River and the cliffs may officially lie within West New York's boundaries, it isn't really part of West New York. And Rix rightly refers to that in his post:
The place we visited had a lobby with beautiful marble floors, nicely appointed sales & rental offices, & classical music coming out of the ceilings. Everyone was friendly to us, & why not? Just like the hard hats on the half-finished project across the new cobblestone street, they didn't live there either.
That's so true, it makes me want to cry. The people who actually live there wouldn't be caught dead beyond the cliffs. You'll never find them shopping on Bergenline Avenue, running into a bodega for a quart of milk, or buying a Jersey Journal.
I recall reading an article in the New York Times a few years back in which a resident of the Galaxy towers in Guttenberg was decrying the fact that it was very expensive for him to go food shopping because he had to take the ferry over to Manhattan. I wanted to find this guy and squeeze his neck and scream in his face that he didn't have to do that because Pinnacle, a perfectly fine supermarket on Bergenline Avenue and 68th Street is just 5 blocks from where he lives.
The only time you might find the Gold Coasters above the cliff is on a bright sunny day, walking through the park on Boulevard East, admiring the view that they pay all that money for. And they probably don't even realize that the park is named for Thomas Donnelly, an activist who helped preserve that land from being developed upon.
The Gold Coasters may live in West New York, but they'll never be West New Yorkers.