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New York City Squatters In The 1990s: Before The Fall
By Paul Sorene on 12 July 2016
http://flashbak.com/new-york-city-squatters-in-the-1990s-before-the-fall-361000/

“I humbly invite you to take a stroll through my life in the squatter community of the Lower East Side (LES) in the 1990s,” writes Ash Thayer, whose book, Kill City, focuses on New York City squatters, harking back to another age, when city’s were not being made overly safe, libraries were valued and open – those arcane places where you could sit indoors for free without paying money and read – when the welfare state was not run on grandiose corporate business lines, when being young, hedonistic and utterly lacking in ambition were joyous and the city-centre living was open to all. It’s a halcyon vision of full-figured youth and fun, albeit one obscured by voracious rats and the occasional nutter, and for freezing cold months at a time shrouded in clouds of visible breath.

“Take note, that I can only be a guide to my New York. The photographs reflect the people who made up my particular tribe and the sanctuary I found with them. The LES was a very different neighborhood during the 90s than it is now. And it was a different universe then compared to what it was like back in the 70s or 80s, ask Frank Morales (who has generously contributed the introduction to this book) and other locals can attest.



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Neighborhood Characters, Fifth Street Squat, 1994



Ash:

In the 1970s, a massive downturn famously brought New York City close to bankruptcy. Landlords failed to pay property taxes and abandoned their buildings, even some still occupied by tenants. Some owners took further measures and burned buildings for insurance payouts. Empty lots quickly turned into homeless encampments and drug use and crime rates soared.
The waiting list for low-income housing at the time was at least ten years and the shelters overflowed New York winters put the homeless sleeping on the street—an estimated 30,000 at the time—at risk of death from hypothermia while at the same time, hundreds of buildings throughout the city sat vacant.



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Beer Olympics I, Williamsburg, 1994



Between 1980 and 1986 New York City took part in a federal homesteading program started by Jimmy Carter to help residents rehabilitate landlord-abandoned buildings and acquire the titles to the buildings. When the program was ended in the Reagan era, on a federal and local level, the need for housing was still growing. Housing activists decided to persevere, especially as New York’s City Hall seemed apathetic to the housing crisis at hand. Over two dozen barely habitable abandoned buildings on the Lower East Side were occupied by people who hoped to acquire title once they brought them up to code. For some buildings it was a race against the clock, but by the mid 90s, these squatters often stopped evictions in court using the law of adverse possession.



So how does a middle class Memphis girl like me end up in this fringe community?

In grade school I was a target for abuse by a trio of evil-Disney-dimpled-redneck-princesses. I was a sensitive, pale, freckled, ginger, and easy to pick on. These girls had the right label of expensive clothes; I did not. They got attention from boys; I did not. I was a smart kid, and a competitive gymnast until I was 14, but depression and self-loathing from their ceaseless tormenting sabotaged me. I became a target for other bullies, including boys, and I was too ashamed to tell my parents anything. I was sure that would only make things worse.
In eighth grade a new girl arrived and I finally had a best friend. Together, we dared to hang out with older kids who saw our reject status as a badge of honor. They could get booze, dealt drugs, and would help sneak us into clubs. I was a good student during the day and a rager at night. I ended up leaving my parents’ house before I graduated, and opted to move in with a bunch of punk rock girls. I shared a room and a single bed and learned about DIY (do-it-your-fucking-self) culture, anarchism, atheism, straight edge, and hard core. I was listening to Bad Brains, Minor Threat, Bikini Kill, John Zorn, Crass, Fugazi, The Cro-Mags, Patti Smith, The Specials, Hole, The Clash, Black Flag, Sex Pistols, The Slits, Dead Kennedys, Joan Jett, Motorhead, Die Kreuzen, The Damned, and The Misfits. Also, our local Memphis bands: Man With Gun Lives Here, Taint Skins, Cop Out, FMD, and Pistol Whipped.



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Interior of Building Attached To Fifth Street Squat, 1994





The punk girls didn’t give two shits about looking sexy, wearing respectable clothes, or fawning over guys. We died our hair crazy colors, and cut or shaved it in disheveled and nonsensical ways. If there was any sense of competition, it was about who could say fuck you the loudest with their appearance. Fuck me? Well, fuck you first! God, it felt so good to stop trying to fit in. The punk community taught me that I could take the pain and rage I felt and do something productive with it, involving social activism, music, and artistic expression.

In 1992, I moved to New York City to attend The School of Visual Arts. I found a railroad apartment on the Upper East Side with a rotating group of other teens, but we couldn’t afford rent after just six months. I had a partial scholarship and was living on student loans so I moved to Brooklyn briefly, but after being booted from there I truly had no place to go. On the verge of dropping out of school because I couldn’t afford tuition and rent, I shared my situation with a young local punk guy, Brett, who I’d met in Tompkins Square Park and at punk shows. He offered me a place to stay in his building, which he referred to as a squat. I had never heard the term before, but once I found out what it meant, I was in!



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See Skwat Community Room, 1992



This was See Skwat. The building was dark inside, electricity was minimal, and it had no running water. Officially, it was unfit for habitation. It was owned by the city, and had been left unused and decaying for over 15 years. Some makeshift apartments were missing floors, walls, and ceilings. Residents had already replaced the stairs between several floors. People could find almost all the materials necessary to rebuild their apartments in the garbage: studs, drywall, flooring, and insulation. What they couldn’t find they paid for themselves with money they earned at the same kinds of part time jobs that I found during this time: I waitressed, was a bicycle messenger, a hired hand at an all female moving company, and even did some general construction work. Living at See Skwat, I got to know squatters at the other buildings throughout the Lower East Side. We worked on our buildings during the day and partied at night. There were group construction projects, community room potlucks, and notorious concerts in the basement. We participated in community activities and board meetings, as well as demonstrations and protests for fair housing regulations for all New York City residents. When we couldn’t afford to buy food we would dumpster dive and emerge with barely expired produce, bags of stale bagels, anything we could get our hands on. You just had to not give a shit when regular people gave you strange looks. If you were young, white, not covered in piss-stained clothes or drooling on yourself, and observed digging in the garbage, it really seemed to disturb passers-by.



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Residents of Fifth Street Squat Playing Four Square, Fifth Street Squat, 1995



After bouncing in and out of another apartment, I moved into Fifth Street Squat and started taking more pictures of the people around me. I found the environment fascinating and the people beautiful and intriguing. I had no interest in the typical art student subjects and I sure didn’t want to shoot fashion, advertising, or anything I thought would support corporate America.
In my last year of school I moved into Serenity House. This apartment had some running water and electricity. There were more families in this building including four little girls, all about three to four years old.



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Amy at Dos Blockos, 1997



During my time around the squats there were several devastating evictions: Glasshouse, the five buildings the made up Thirteenth Street Squat, Fifth Street Squat, and Dos Blockos. We all, as a community, and with support with some of our neighbors, fought like hell to keep them. I had a front row seats from which to observe the ways the media selectively covered our stories and events, leaving out crucial information and falsifying our history.



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Post Beer Olympics on Ninth Street, 1994



In 2000, the majority of the eleven remaining squats, (including See Skwat) started a process with City Hall, converting them into limited equity co-ops. Although the court’s decision and how it was carried out was complicated and nuanced, it was widely seen as a victory for the squatters. However, the era of squatting on the Lower East Side as we had known it was forever changed.



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Famous, Pregnant and Building Windows, Seventh Street Squat, 1994

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Kill Power, Fifth Street Squat, 1994

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Meggin and Jill Leaning on the Front of Fifth Street Squat, 1996

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Meggin on Fire Escape, Fifth Street Squat, 1995



To say that my time squatting in New York was formative is an understatement. Although it was, at times, a wild scene and full of imperfect people, including myself, it taught me so many valuable skills: construction, community organizing, and above all independence. My ability to trust my instincts and stay true to my beliefs, regardless of what others might think, was strengthened. Together, my fellow squatters and I crafted a life out of New York City’s throwaways.



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Maria and Violin in Serenity House Stairwell, 1997

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Famous Nursing Felix, Seventh Street Squat, 1995

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Child’s Room, Serenity House, 1997

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Neil Diamond, Cocktail Party, 1996

You can catch up with Ash Thayer on her website. – and buy her great book, Kill City, here.
 

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Like every good punk rocker in the 80s, I did my NY pilgrimage and hopped through punk squats in the Village, The Bowery and even one on Newark, at the end of the train line. The people, music, drugs and general scene were awesome. In the early 2000s, I went back and showed some friends, who live in Manhattan where it all used to be happening. "See that yuppie furniture store? That used to be a boarded up storefront, where people could crash. See that Danish furniture store? That used to be a bar where you could get 2 drafts for a $1 on Wed." etc. NY has changed so much.
 

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cool article and pics!!
 

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Its interesting to see how the NYC crustpunk & squatter scene of my youth gave birth to the global intentional crust subculture of today. Back in the day squatters were doing anything & everything to acquire running water & electricity to make their squats more habitable.
 
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awesome to see my friend famous in these shots. thanks, sis
 
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i wish a movement like this was taking place where i live. but ayyyyy, that's where diy comes in, eh? a tribe would be helpful thoOoough... *stares out the window dramatically*
this article is inspiring to me, and whoever took those pictures has an eye for sure.
 
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Her pictures and story are really awesome! Stacy Wakefield (friend of thayer) wrote a really good "fictional" novel about a girl squatting in the lower east side in the 90's that bears resemblance to thayer's story and could totally accompany these photos.
 
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Cool pictures of Serenity ( I lived there once upon a time ago) and loved the photos of c-skwat community room, I swear I was just there ,big difference . Love being there while in the lower east side community.
 
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The more I get into squatting history the more I want to learn about people of color and LGBTQ people in squatting and traveling. I hope we get articles about those people in the (near) future.
 
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Really great article, on the DIY bit i'm planning to head back west once i acquire my enough electrical knowledge, and maybe start helping out however I can around the states homeless communities to make a viable source of power for all, but I got to keep my head in the books(wish me luck on that one) . . . that being said, i'v always been greatful for what squatters i've ran into previously although most of the knowledge I have of survival comes into what veterans I've ran into on the streets, keep the love going, we gonna need it in this world, and be vigilant to watch that trump card, dont take no shit from nobody, although please respect one another
 

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This is a great article, love to read up on the history of squatting in NY.
 
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Good stuff. I lived with "John the Communist", one of the early squatter organizers, after he moved back to PA for a few years in the early oughts. Met a lot of the major players in NYC through him. Good people all.
 

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