Find your Way in NYC

The Task:
Learn about different neighborhoods within New York City. Talk to people about their stories, how they got there, what they do, and what it is like to live there.

Instructions:
Answer the following questions about each neighborhood:

• What do you see? What do you hear? What do you smell? When you have lunch, what do you taste?
• How did you feel walking around the neighborhood? (Anxious, uncomfortable, at home, blown away, etc.)

When in the neighborhood, walk around with your partner and try to find a few people to talk to. You can go into shops, talk to street food vendors, etc. Keep to public place and use your street smarts.

When meeting people, introduce yourself and explain why you're visiting the neighborhood. Get them to tell you their story - or as much of it as they're willing to tell.

Take pictures of the neighborhoods, not of individuals or groups of people, to help tell the story.

You should leave your last neighborhood by 4:15pm at the latest. You need to be at Ping's Restaurant in Chinatown (Manhattan) by 5:30pm.

The Experience:
We were all broken into three groups of eight. Each group was assigned between two and three subway stops to get off at and streets to walk around. I was in Group 1 with Julie, Keri, Pierre, Tom, Heidi, Zach and Rachel. This is all we were given:
Group 1: Manhattan and the Bronx

• Concourse Village - Train B or D to 167th
• Be sure to visit the Sheridan Ave & McClellan St intersection
• Washington Heights - Train C to 168th Street
• Be sure to walk between 168th St and 175th St
• Harlem - Train 2 or 3 to 125th Street
• Be sure to walk between 135th St and 135th St on Lennox Ave

At first, it was nerve wracking to think about walking up to complete strangers and asking them about their lives. Actually not at first, the whole time it was nerve wracking and hard to accomplish. When we got off each metro stop we would break into partners, give ourselves about 30 to 45 minutes and then meet back at that location. Therefore even though we were in the same group, we all had different experiences. 

Group 1finding its way in NYC

For this post, I am going to simply write my notes and observances of each neighborhood in bullet points. 

Washington Heights: Rachel and I were partners and to ease into the process we thought it would be best to go to schools and try to talk to people there. Turned out it was the last day of school and all the administrators were too crazy busy to talk to us. However, we did enjoy simply walking around the school and seeing everything on the walls. 

• A little Dominican Republic
• Spanish, Spanish, Spanish
• Cutest little girl driving a pink cadillac down Broadway
• Number of veggie and fruit stands on the sidewalk
• Major security to enter into the schools
• 97% of the middle schools is hispanic
• Good number of restaurants and stores were closed up or not open
• Spanish/Latin American looking mural on side of building that symboled prosperity
• Graduation occurring across the street from where we ate lunch
• Huge number of inspirational quotes on the walls of the school
• Felt like "the other" in the schools because we immediately stood out and people would say "are you lost?" "can I help you?"
• Colombia University Medical School appeared completely out of place
• Little diversity, did see a Vietnamese church, though

Adorable poster at one of the schools. Each kids says
what they want to be when they grow up.

The Bronx: Zach and I were partners and simply wandered around. It was more residential than Washington Heights. We did talk to a group of girls about ages 9-13 who were selling some frozen drinks, rice and some homemade goodies. We didn't learn much, though, because they were all talking over one another. 

• Not much time to explore, only 30 minutes
• Mostly residential with a scattering of stores
• Witnessed classic NYC moment with fire hydrant spraying and the cutest little kids running through it in the street
• Felt extremely out of place as a preppy, white girl
• Still many hispanics, but also more of a mix of Africans
• Heard African languages being spoken
• Saw African men with long muslim tunic shirts and caps and girls in headscarves
• Supermercado next to an African market

African Market next to Supermercado

Harlem: Rachel and I were partners again. We walked into a Starbucks to get some iced coffee to give us extra energy. While we were there a man started talking to us and come to learn he's a published author and poet. "Blue" was his name and he's performed at the Apollo. Interesting character but we were able to find out a little about the area and read some of his poems. Pretty good stuff. By the time we finished talking to him, it was time to meet back up with the group to head to Chinatown for dinner.

• Crowded sidewalks
• More commercial with H&M and Gap but still many street vendors

Famous Apollo Theatre

Street art in Harlem

Group Debrief:

The group was able to debrief and share lessons from the day. Here is a list of only some of them:

• It was harder than we thought
• It was easier than we thought
• External signs (like appearance) are important
• A lot of these neighborhoods were the land of immigrants and their storefronts reflected the places from which they came
• Language is key! It's harder to form connections when you can't understand each other.
• Communicating is much easier when it is organic rather than trying to get information from people using the direct approach.
• There were blurred cultural lines for most of the neighborhoods and they became a melting pot for all cultures involved.
• Transportation was a privilege, some places were a Subway desert. 
• We carry and reflect our own culture. Watch what you say that is unspoken!

"Experience Your Neighbor's Faith, Deepen Your Own"

People of faith more than not grow up with one religion or within one sector of a religion. They don't explore outside their own faiths or learn about other world religions. I know I am guilty of this. I have a basic understanding of the guiding principles and foundation of other religions but that's the extent of it.

On Monday, June 24th, we went into the city for a day with Faith House. Their slogan is "Experience Your Neighbor's Faith, Deepen Your Own." Throughout the day, they did just that. They opened my eyes to new spiritual practices and I got to experience firsthand other faiths.

Before we got started one of the leaders explained it this way, "think of the picture you are building up in your head of the different faith houses and religions we are about to experience. Now as the day goes on, consider what is missing in that initial image."

It was a jam-packed day and the HOTTEST in the city, in the mid-90s. Since, we were visiting houses of faith, everyone dressed respectively and conservatively in long sleeves and pants. Needless to say, we were all DYING! However, overall it was an impactful day.

Our first stop was Kossar's Biali's, the oldest Jewish kosher bakery (and bakery, period!) in the U.S. where we all got bagels. The BEST bagel I've ever eaten. I almost took it for granted because the feeling of starvation was setting in when we finally made it after a horrendous 2+ hour bus ride.

Stop #1:
From there we walked over to Eldridge Street Synagogue. Now picture in your head this enormous, spectacular synagogue in the middle of Chinatown. Everyone was speaking chinese and fish markets were right around the corner making it appear completely out of place. The neighborhood over the years has completely transformed.

Outside of the Synagogue

The entry hallway.

The synagogue was originally erected in 1887 and a thriving place of worship for hundreds of Jews until the Great Depression. After World War II in the 1940s, attendance began to dwindle and the synagogue closed its doors. Somebody rediscovered this beauty in the 1980s and in 1996 it was marked a National Historic Landmark. $18.5 million later and the building stands in its original grandeur. The synagogue is now home to a small congregation and a museum for tours, school programs, and cultural events.

Our tour guide was wonderful and painted us a complete picture of what it would've been like to experience a service in the early 1900s.

Stop #2:
St. Peter's Catholic Church is the oldest Catholic Church in New York City. It sits in the heart of downtown surrounded by Wall Street and other big businesses of the U.S. For this stop, we actually experienced a noon day mass which was not too different from a short Episcopal service. However, it was different enough to put me out my comfort zone.

Stop #3:
St. Paul's Chapel is an Episcopal chapel part of Trinity Wall Street Episcopal Church. The chapel has major historical significance from George Washington worshiping there during the 1700s to being a place of support for 9/11recovery workers. It sits across the street from the World Trade Center. Now a museum to the public, pictures and testimonies from 9/11 cover the walls. The most miraculous story was how the chapel had no structural damage from the towers collapsing. It stood high and strong amongst the rubble.

As an Episcopalian, I had no idea that this chapel served as a sign of hope and became a place of reconciliation for those affected by the tragedy. I am continually reminded of why I am part of this faith.

Stop #4:
Around the corner we walked into what looked like a run down building on a somewhat empty street. Surprisingly, it was Park51, the muslim community and worship center, which caused much controversy throughout the nation and in New York City because of its proximity to the World Trade Center. I remember reading bits and pieces of articles and hearing about it on the news. The way the story was told you would think Park51 is across the street from the World Trade Center with a huge banner on it saying "we are muslims here." However, it is nothing like the image I had in my head. It is a simple warehouse building that sits a couple streets away and around the corner. If I hadn't been told to walk into a certain door, I would have walked right past it.

The outside of Park51

Two muslim community leaders with completely different backgrounds shared information about their stories, the story of Park51, and the Islamic faith. One leader, Hanandi, who is 28 and grew up as a muslim, was attending an Islamic school in Brooklyn when 9/11 happened. Hearing her testimony as a muslim teenager living in New York City post-9/11 almost brought us all to tears. She experienced and witnessed such violence and hate for something she and her faith had nothing to do with. But as much as it could have torn her apart, it strengthened her. Now she is working to help other muslim teenagers and educate others about Islam. She's an inspiration.

Hanandi sharing her story.

Stop #5:
The last stop of the day was to the Soka Gakkai NYC Buddhist Center. In this space we were able to experience another form of worship. We went up to a large space with chairs set up in rows and a couple of people sitting up front with microphones and a gong. The leaders with the mic began a certain chant then everyone followed rapidly chanting one saying repeatedly until the gong sounded and the leader started a different chant. As a guest who did not understand the language and was clueless to what was occurring, I still felt a sense of welcoming. The chanting enveloped me and brought a sense of calm to the point that I almost fell asleep (whoops!). It was interesting witnessing this other form of worship but it left with me with more questions about this Buddhist faith than answers.

We couldn't take pictures inside so here is the outside of the building.

Overall, the day was full of surprises and much learning. However, we only got a taste of different faiths and there is still much to know about each one of them. One commonality is everyone we met were all welcoming and eager to explain the importance and impact that certain faith has had on them. While it may be in a different language, different form of worship, and with different teachings, God is touching each one of us to spread good works, peace and happiness.

My Story...

Everyone has a journey that leads them to where they are currently. Many wonderful opportunities have impacted me to become a Young Adult Service Corps (YASC) missionary. So here is my story....

My Story

I am twenty-three years old and grew up in Loudoun County, the Northern Virginia area. While a majority of my extended family lives in North Carolina and my family and I could only visit a couple times a year, so we found an extended  family through St. James' Episcopal Church. It became a second home and a wonderful, supporting community to grow up in.

The church gave me numerous opportunities to participate in mission and outreach starting at a young age. From participating in the 30 hour famine at age 12 by standing outside grocery stores hungry and gathering donations to visiting women and children's shelters to cooking meals for the hungry, these experiences gave me a firsthand look at the importance of serving others.

For my first mission trip in 2006, I travelled to New Orleans to assist in the Hurricane Katrina relief effort. That was the first time I was faced with the sight of devastating poverty. I didn't realize until after the trip how deeply affected I was by what I saw and did. I couldn't believe that such poverty existed in the United States. It opened me up, as a teenager, to the possibilites of how I could help someone in need.

In the summer of 2008 after I graduated high school, I was given the opportunity to go to Liberia, Africa on a mission trip. Our group partnered with Solar Lights for Africa and installed solar panels onto an Episcopal School called the Bromley School. After 10 days of hard work in the African heat, the solar panels were up and the lights were ready to be turned on. I have never seen so much joy come from a light bulb turning on. This light changed these people’s life as well as mine.

In Liberia with Bromley girls, July 2008

That fall I packed my bags and moved to Fredericksburg, VA to attend the University of Mary Washington. As I worried if I would find a faith community as supportive as St. James', I stumbled upon the Campus Christian Community (CCC). And yet again, another mission opportunity was presented to me. The group goes on an annual mission trip during winter break. That year they were going to Honduras to work with a group called Students Helping Honduras. To sign up I had to put a deposit down in October, only a month after I came to college and met these people. So I signed up, raised the money and in January of 2009, I flew to Honduras and helped build a village.

CCC Group in Villa Soleada, Honduras, January 2009

And I didn’t know at the time that the trip would shape the rest of my college experiences. Originally, I wanted to study International Affairs. In Honduras, I met an economics professor who influenced my choice to major in Economics. And later introduced me to La Ceiba, a student-run microfinance institution at UMW. 

La Ceiba serves about 35 women in the Honduran community where I helped build the village my freshman year.  When I first joined the MFI, I had no clue what I was getting myself into. I did not know much about microfinance in general or how La Ceiba worked. This was not just another class in college where I learned a subject and took a test on it. The decisions we made affected the lives of our clients and their families. In the beginning there were some days where I felt like I did not have the knowledge or skills to make these decisions. And I questioned my role in this institution. However, I found my stride eventually.

La Ceiba team in Honduras, December 2011

There were times in La Ceiba, where as students we would question whether we had the skills and knowledge to run this microfinance institution. None of us had degrees, none of us had previously worked for an MFI, and some of the students didn’t even speak Spanish. But in the end, our bottom line was we wanted to help these people who had no other way to access a banking system, formal or informal. La Ceiba taught me that I did not have to wait for that degree or wait to find all the answers before continuing. I was willing to participate and I did not have to wait for someday.

I graduated from the University of Mary Washington in May 2012 with a Bachelor's Degree in Economics and Spanish. A month later, I moved to Richmond, VA to begin working as an intern for one year for the Office of Mission and Outreach at the Diocese of Virginia. This opportunity has allowed me to assist others throughout the diocese in organizing mission trips, outreach projects, and gather all this information to share. It has been a wonderful experience and first job and I will miss it dearly. But it is thanks to this job that my boss told me about Young Adult Service Corps (YASC) and encouraged me to apply. 

University of Mary Washington graduation, May 2012

Many who know me, know I love to travel and about my passion for mission. YASC is a perfect fit for me. YASC is a ministry for young adults who are interested in exploring their faith in new ways by living and serving in communities around the Anglican Communion. Most importantly as a missionary of the Episcopal Church, I will be developing relationships and connecting the Diocese of Virginia, its parishes, and parishioners with the church in the Northern Philippines. 

We have all been called to share God's love and carry out his work. We are called to serve the least of these. And they don't just live in Richmond or Virginia or the United States. We have brothers and sisters in Christ throughout the world who we need to reach out to. As God once asked, "who should I send?" and Isaiah responsed, "Here I am. Send me." 

And so I say to God, "Here I am. Send me."