Quotes / The City Narrows

Forget it, Jake. It's Chinatown.
Lawrence Walsh, Chinatown

He was at once a fence for stolen articles and a spy for the police. He worked a thriving trade both ways, because the district on which he bordered was the Maze, a tangle of muddy, winding alleys and sordid dens, frequented by the bolder thieves in the kingdom.

Welcome to the Narrows. No-one's coming to save you.
Joker, The Joker Blogs

Martha: You've brought me to the slums?
Doctor: Much more interesting! It's all cocktails and glitter up there; this is the real city.

Cpn. Ben Sisko: They made some ugly mistakes, but they also paved the way for a lot of the things we take now for granted.
Dr. Julian Bashir: I assume this is one of those mistakes.
Sisko: A bad one. By the early twenty twenties there was a place like this in every major city in the United States.
Bashir: Why are these people in here? Are they criminals?
Sisko: No. People with criminal records weren't allowed in the Sanctuary Districts.
Bashir: Then what did they do to deserve this?
Sisko: Nothing. They're just people without jobs or places to live.
Bashir: So they get put in here?
Sisko: Welcome to the twenty first century, Doctor.
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, "Past Tense Pt. 1"

There's nothing to be on Cluny Square. It's fallen off the world. And they can't find their way back on their own. You're not supposed to say that in America, are you? The land of can-do, the American dream of grab all you can and fuck the other guy. But it's true. Cluny Square is rotting. If and when utilities workers enter these apartments to service power and water, they have to wear anti-bacterial suits. But the people who live here don't get them. Cluny Square is poison. The police enter in groups of no less than twenty, cabs won't enter at all, the address on a job application is death
Spider Jerusalem, Transmetropolitan

No one lives in the slums because they want to. It's like this train. It can't run anywhere except where its rails take it.
Cloud Strife, Final Fantasy VII

The post-war fascination with technocracy and the sudden availability of lots of modernist architects who had fled the Nazis meant that everybody wanted to do big urban renewal projects with grand designs and visions. Hence the rise of brutalism... The standard example is Pruitt-Igoe, a shoddily constructed block of housing that quickly degenerated into a crime-ridden nightmare and was demolished less than twenty years after its construction. The two extremes of this form a clear snapshot of this sort of modernism. On the one hand, Pruitt-Igoe was an unmitigated disaster of a construction. On the other, it was built by respected architects and was an acclaimed piece of architecture. The contrast led to the ironically derogatory phrase 'award-winning design' to refer to something beloved by architectural critics and thus, by implication, almost certainly a piece of crap in practice.

The Tower of David wasn't destined to stay empty indefinitely. In 2007, the skyscraper was invaded by droves of squatters...Since most of the 45-story unfinished building didn't yet have the amenities you expect from a home — like, say, electricity or windows — residents took to MacGyvering basic utilities. You know your city has hit the skids when you're this excited to finally install your own toilet. Instead of being home to fancy executives and shitheel bankers, now over 3,000 people live in what is essentially a real-life version of the slum tower blocks from Dredd.

In my dreams, I can still see the paths I used to tread: roofing precariously stretched across neglected yards and gardens; rickety walkways connecting the upper stories of rotting buildings; cellars accessible only through neglected tunnels. Only the inhabitants who were intimately familiar with the dangers within - from collapsing doors and floors to insidious deadfalls - entered with impunity. Deep within those mazes, criminals planned robberies, fencers stored their goods, fugitives cowered and the destitute scrounged. This was the heyday of the "rookery," the robber's nest: the infamous Thieves' Citadel.
Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Nosferatu (Revised)

This is a bad neighborhood, really. Even in the worst neighborhoods I've lived in, the cops never shot people and just... left the bodies. That's a sign of falling real estate prices right there.