Every Friday, more than a hundred older adults from the neighborhood have to cross the expressway to get to the food bank at Crane Community Center, next to the Holy Redeemer Church. Wesley joined a group of them who live at On Lok House, an apartment building for seniors, as they made the crossing on a recent Friday.
The Vine Street Expressway didn’t only disrupt life in Chinatown, it also disturbed the peace of the dead — specifically, those who were buried in the cemetery of the First African Baptist Church, founded in 1809.
The Vine Street Expressway, he realized, is part of this segregation. “The thing is dropped so far down below street level into the earth. All those drivers can just drive right past and not even think about the fact that the neighborhood they’re driving through never really wanted them there in the first place.”
“But once you take a second to just look to your left or look to your right or, God forbid, look up from your congested, depressed expressway,” Wesley continued, “there’s an opportunity there to think about what you’re actually driving through, or past or beyond.”