Navigating Racial Divides: A Personal Journey Through Saint Louis
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Chapter 1: A New Beginning Amidst Change
Saint Louis County appeared to be flourishing in the 1990s, with new neighborhoods springing up, featuring gated entries and elegant crescent driveways. Schools were being built to cater to the seemingly oblivious privileged youth, their polished floors and freshly painted walls untouched by history.
My family transitioned from a lower-middle-class area in the late '80s. We believed we had improved our living situation. Grandma's tales of the Italian mob family next door made our old home seem lively yet perilous. In contrast, our new house felt like a luxury. The driveway was straight, and the lots were smaller than those of my friends, but the overall ambiance was bright and inviting. Our neighbors were diverse, embodying the same upper-middle-class essence. Truly, it was a wonderful place to reside.
My new school reflected some of this diversity as well. I recall a classmate from Fiji among the various children who came and went from the affluent subdivisions nearby. For the most part, however, it resembled any other county school — predominantly white with a sprinkle of other ethnicities.
Unbeknownst to me, the city was already grappling with severe issues at its core.
Section 1.1: The Economic Downturn
By the late 1980s, the economic situation in Saint Louis had deteriorated significantly. Numerous medium to large enterprises faced financial struggles. Companies like Laclede Steelworks, Mallinckrodt, Edison Brothers, and General Dynamics either relocated or went bankrupt. A significant wave of financial turmoil was emerging, yet I did not perceive the full impact until the notorious layoffs at McDonnell Douglas (often abbreviated as "Mac").
My mother was employed at McDonnell Douglas, a prominent defense contractor known for manufacturing military aircraft, which employed thousands of workers. However, before I turned nine, the company began downsizing due to a decline in business following the Cold War. My mother was among those who were laid off during this tumultuous period. By 1997, Boeing acquired the company, leading to further downsizing and restructuring, leaving many without their jobs.
A few months after my mother lost her job, the atmosphere seemed to darken. I vividly remember the day colors began to fade. While shopping at Dierberg's, a local grocery store, I spotted a toy priced at $1.99, an amount I knew would typically lead to my mother indulging me. However, she passed by without purchasing it, which baffled me. I pressed her for an explanation, and she turned to me, her face softening. Kneeling down, I noticed tears in her eyes. In that moment, the weight of external forces affecting our lives became clear to me. "I'm sorry, we just don't have the money," she said, revealing our struggles mirrored the city's financial distress.
The challenges we faced were just beginning.
Chapter 2: The Impact of White Flight
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