In a sweltering hotel room, located in the heart of New York City, E.B. White penned his ode to the city that would take readers on a journey throughout its’ most wondrous and miraculous parts.
Here Is New York was published in 1949, but it reads as if it were written only yesterday. Although White bestows the responsibility of dating his writing to the reader, I personally find that the feverish pace of New York City has not missed a beat in the sixty-five years since White’s take on the city.
Presently, the three different New Yorks from White’s day still thrive. I exist as both a man who was born here and as the commuter. I am guilty of taking the beauty of the city for granted and not utilizing it for its’ bountiful resources. Originating from the Bronx, I often find myself jumping between neighboring boroughs and train routes. My commute does not begin and end in parts of Westchester or New Jersey, so I rarely get to escape the hustle and bustle of city life. In doing so, I take notice of the third type of New Yorker that exists, the man, woman, child, or family that appreciates the city and all of its’ offerings. In White’s words, “The settlers give it passion.”
Eerily, White foretold of New York’s growing vulnerability as it would experience change throughout the years. “The city, for the first time in its long history, is destructible.”White’s fear of rapid change would painfully become a reality in the wake of terrorist attacks on the city on September 11, 2001. This heinous act left New Yorkers devastated, but White’s essay could not have predicted our ability to come together and overcome during times of trouble.
New York City, as White described it, is a, “City of opportunity.” The true beauty of New York lies in its diversity. The city is a smelting pot that contains different walks from all across the world. Since White’s essay was published, the number of inhabitants has only increased since then. It is our duty to help New York remain the capital of the world.