A day at the beach

Today, continuing my thanksgiving vacation in New York City, I went to Coney Island.






It's not all fun and games. Most of it is quite desolate. Especially in winter.






Outside the amusement park area, Coney Island is predominantly black and Latino. It's one of the more dangerous parts of the city. And unlike the Flatbush area where Obama's face is plastered everywhere, I didn't see a single image all along Mermaid Avenue. Does that say something about the relative presence of hope in these communities?