My glamorous New York life has become a rotten apple
Anyone who can flee is doing so as, hit by riots, poverty and lawlessness, the city spirals out of control
When a British ex-pat friend packed up her midtown Manhattan apartment and decamped back to London last week, she outlined her reasons starkly on Facebook.
“A few weeks back a mentally ill man spat in my face,” she wrote. “I came home, washed and went out again, and a different man was masturbating on my street corner. There were heroin addicts shooting up on the corner of 39th and Lexington Avenue ... Whenever I needed to go out, I felt anxious. I got a pepper spray and started carrying it everywhere.”
A therapist friend told her that one of her patients had been spat on, too, and another had been punched from behind and knocked to the ground. My ex-pat friend had spent a decade in New York and had thought she’d be here forever. But after all she encountered this summer, “I didn't want to be in NY any more”...