The New York City neighbourhood where politically correct prejudices are born
Most people, when they hear the word Brooklyn, will think of big-bellied pizza-spinners, or men hunched over pints of the black stuff in Little Ireland, or black kids in hanging-down trousers ghetto-limping through the streets.
But there’s another side, a whiter, cleaner, more PC side, where the inhabitants probably don’t eat pizza at all, never mind drink Guinness, because they’re more than likely allergic to the gluten in the pizza base and probably disapprove of booze. And this leafy bit of Brooklyn, home to some of the most influential people in American arts and letters, is where much of the wacky outlook that passes for contemporary liberalism (but which smells more like snobbery to me) is born.
It’s called Park Slope, being on the western slope of the gorgeous Prospect Park.
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