Chapter XV

I cannot decide either to agree or disagree with Jacob’s views in chapter fifteen because I have not witnessed the progress of slumming and unslumming. I can on the other hand validate some of what she has written. I use to live within walking distance from Coney Island and during that time the neighborhood I lived in I considered a slum. My family and I lived on the second floor of a two floor apartment building, sharing a two bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom apartment with another Asian family. The place was a disintegrating, insect and rodent infested hell hole. We knew this was only a temporary arrangement until my parents had saved up enough money to move and so we made no attachments or improvements to the place. The day we finally moved out, we left the place as is the day we moved it, decaying.