Uneasy Peace: The Great Crime Decline, The Renewal of City Life, and the Next War on Violence
by Patrick Sharkey
W. W. Norton & Company. 272 pp. $26.95
Excerpt courtesy of Adam Gopnik and The New Yorker
In the United States over the past three decades, while people argue about tax cuts and terrorism, the wave of social change that has most altered the shape of American life, as much as the new embankments of the Thames changed life then, has been what the N.Y.U. sociologist Patrick Sharkey calls “the great crime decline.” The term, which seems to have originated with the influential Berkeley criminologist Franklin E. Zimring, refers to the still puzzling disappearance from our big-city streets of violent crime, so long the warping force of American life—driving white flight to the suburbs and fuelling the rise of Richard Nixon and Ronald Reagan, not to mention the career of Martin Scorsese. (“Taxi Driver” is the great poem of New York around the height of high crime, with steam coming out of the hellish manholes and violence recumbent in the back seat.) No one saw it coming, and the still odder thing is that, once it came, no one seemed adequately equipped to praise it.
Sharkey, who came of age in that safer era, intends to be its eulogist. He begins his remarkable new book, Uneasy Peace: The Great Crime Decline, the Renewal of City Life, and the Next War on Violence, in the South Bronx, at a city block near Yankee Stadium, and recalls a time in the nineteen-seventies, whose climax was the fearsome blackout riots of 1977, when even the Stadium was sparsely attended. “In some years, night games drew ten thousand fewer fans than day games,” he writes; many New Yorkers were unwilling to make their way into the Bronx after dark. “Spaces that had been created to support public life, to be enjoyed by all—those that define city life in America’s greatest metropolis—were dominated by the threat of violence.” Now, he says, “the calm of Franz Sigel Park reflected the atmosphere of peace through New York City. In the city where more than 2,000 people used to be murdered each year, 328 were killed in 2014, the lowest tally since the first half of the twentieth century.” (Last year, the tally was still lower.) It wasn’t just New York. Violent crime fell in Atlanta, Dallas, Los Angeles, and Washington, and not by a little but by a lot.
The Bronx, 1970’s
Note: All images are to highlight the actually incredible crime decline since the 1970’s. New York City is the selective example here, but New York City was synonymous with nearly every major city in the USA during the1970’s — RM
More important, the quality of life changed dramatically, particularly for the most vulnerable. Sharkey, studying the crime decline in six American cities, concludes, “As the degree of violence has fallen, the gap between the neighborhoods of the poor and nonpoor has narrowed.” In Cleveland in the eighties, the level of violence in poor neighborhoods was about seventy per cent higher than in the rest of the city; by 2010, that number had dropped to twenty-four per cent. The reduction of fear allowed much else to blossom: “Subway cars, commuter lines, and buses in U.S. cities filled up, as residents and commuters became more willing to leave their cars behind and travel to and from work together. . . . Fans came back to Yankee Stadium in the Bronx, and just as many began to show up for night games as for day games.” The big city was revived. From Portland, Maine, to Portland, Oregon, the transformation of America’s inner cities from wastelands to self-conscious espresso zones became the comedy of our time.
Yet little trace of this transformation troubles our art, or even much of our public discourse. Our pundits either take the great crime decline for granted or focus on the troubles it has helped create, like high housing prices in San Francisco or Brooklyn. Even when we pay attention to the comedy, we rarely look at the cause. Some of our politicians even pretend it hasn’t happened, with Donald Trump continuing to campaign against crime and carnage where it scarcely exists. (If people really thought that urban crime still flourished, of course, he wouldn’t be able to sell condos with his name on them on the far West Side of Manhattan.) Attorney General Jeff Sessions, meanwhile, feels free to tell the outrageous lie that “for the first time in a long time, Americans can have hope for a safer future.”
This lack of appreciation is partly a question of media attention-deficit disorder: if there is little news value in Dog Bites Man, there is none whatever in Dog Does Not Bite Man. It is part of the neutral unseen background of events, even if there had previously been an epidemic of dog bites. But it’s hard for those who didn’t live through the great crime wave of the sixties, seventies, and eighties to fully understand the scale or the horror of it, or the improbability of its end. Every set of blocks had its detours; a new arrival in New York was told always to carry a ten-dollar bill in case of a mugging. Crime ruled Broadway comedies: Neil Simon’s “The Prisoner of Second Avenue” told the tale of people barricaded in their apartments for fear of muggings. My great-aunt and great-uncle lived on 115th and Riverside Drive; an address they boasted of in 1962 had become a neighborhood they were frightened to have company visit by 1975. For those trapped in true low-income, high-crime communities, these circumstances were even worse, with, as Sharkey shows, catastrophic effects not only on life and limb and property but on the fundamental human capacity for hope. In every way, the crime wave had effects far wider-reaching than its emergency-ward casualties. Liberal urbanists, who had been, perhaps mostly by chance, in power when the crime wave began, were discredited for a generation. The neocons gained credibility on foreign policy because they once seemed right about the Upper West Side.
Sharkey, unlike many of his peers on the left, regards the great decline as an unmediated good, benefitting everyone, and, above all, the poorest and most vulnerable. Sharkey’s book, in fact, illustrates why social science, with all its uncertainties—uncertainties built into a field in which you are studying the actions of several million autonomous agents who can alter their actions at a whim, with several thousand outliers guaranteed in advance to be bizarrely atypical—still really is science. What makes it science is what makes it social: an insistence on paying attention to the facts that other people have gathered even when they conflict with the way you want the world to be; a reluctance to tailor the facts to one’s views, instead of one’s views to the facts.
Car culture, NYC, 1970’s
You might wonder that anyone would dispute the notion that the crime decline is a good thing for everyone, but some do, either sentimentally—what ever became of all the lively crack dealers and Forty-second Street prostitutes?—or sententiously: a “cleaned up” city dismissed as merely sanitized, with the social problems pushed to the periphery. Sharkey, a sympathizer with progressive causes, sees the position in which urban crime is taken to be a kind of political violence—an as yet insufficiently organized program of dissent—for the academic indulgence that it is. The view that violent crime is a kind of instinctive form of political protest is not a new one, or entirely outlandish. We take it for granted, thinking of the poverty-stricken thieves, hanged for stealing handkerchiefs in eighteenth-century London, that the argument of the “The Beggar’s Opera” is not wrong: even when not explicitly political, crime can have an implicit politics. But though these arguments—like the parallel ones about when terrorism becomes patriotism and patriotism terrorism—are easy to make, they are hard to use as helpful guides to the real world.
Sharkey’s own research began with a simple experiment by the neuroscientist David Diamond, of the University of South Florida. Diamond placed a cat outside a cage of rats, and found that rats raised in this condition did worse on rat-friendly cognitive tests—running complicated mazes and the like—than did rats kept away from the sight of cats. You might imagine that rats raised in the presence of a predator learn to be shrewder. But this seems not to be true of rats raised in the presence of a predator whom they can do nothing to avoid or outwit—rats that feel helpless in the face of, so to speak, a cat wave. Brains under stress get frozen.
New York City Subways, circa ’70’s
Sharkey’s subsequent research showed that children respond to the stress of community violence in a similar way. When children take a standardized test shortly after a neighborhood murder, their scores suffer. The price of crime is paid, above all, by the trauma of kids whose parents can’t buy their way out of its presence. “Local violence does not make children less intelligent,” Sharkey says. “Rather, it occupies their minds.” Thinking about a threat leaves you less room to think about anything else. The social cost of street crime, therefore, is far higher than the price of lives lost and bodies maimed; it can maim minds, too. Conversely, Sharkey finds that, in places where violence has declined the most, kids do much better at school, and minority kids lag least. Anyone who says that the decline in crime is a white person’s prerogative and pleasure hasn’t been following the facts.
But what made the crime wave happen and what made it halt? As liberal-minded people, we want the real cause of the crime decline to be nice people doing nice things, with no role for nasty people doing nasty things to those still nastier. And Sharkey does make heroes, persuasively, of many nice people doing nice things to stop crime. He is an enthusiast of the hypothesis that local community organizing was a key factor in the crime drop: “It was hard work by residents, organized into community groups and block clubs, that transformed urban neighborhoods.” He thinks that technology—surveillance cameras, LoJack systems—played a part. But he also finds that incarceration accounted for some of the crime decline, and so did more aggressive policing. “Federalfunding paid for tens of thousands of new police officers,” he writes. “The tactics they used were sometimes oppressive and sometimes brutal but were also more effective, focusing resources on the precise locations where crime was most intense.”
Here some ambiguity arises. What’s now called stop-and-frisk policing—in which police aggressively sought out suspected minor criminals on the streets, most of them minority kids—was, he suggests, a kind of schismatic variant of what had originally been called, more benignly, “broken windows” policing. As Sharkey notes, broken-windows policing was based on a theory that was offered without any real evidentiary basis, and published in The Atlantic, not in a peer-reviewed journal. What was easily missed was that the broken-windows tactic, as first articulated by the criminologists James Q. Wilson and George L. Kelling in 1982, was not an appeal to the power of policing. It was an appeal to the power of self-policing. At a time when policing had been reduced, in many American cities, to having wary patrolmen drive around in squad cars, waiting for a radio call telling them that something bad had already happened, the new theory insisted on an aggressive pursuit of petty crime, before it could get to be big crime. If the cops led the way—and this was the crucial idea—the community would follow. Blocks left intact, windows repaired by conscientious landlords, would produce the eyes on the street and the small-scale intense local engagement that had in the past assured the safety of local neighborhoods. South Philadelphia or the Bronx’s Grand Concourse in the nineteen-fifties had been largely benign places not because the police were present but because there were so many engaged passersby that the police didn’t need to be present.
The “Great” 1977 New York City Blackout and all but what instantly commenced.
This sane theory of self-policing soon became its own opposite. A new, noxious notion grew. It would be all police, all the time. If enough policemen frisked enough young minority kids, they would find enough weed and weaponry to send them away. Once sent away, the potential criminals—known to be so owing to their possession of weed and weaponry—could not be street criminals, by dint of not being on the street. By the time they were back outside, the window of opportunity for committing crimes would have largely passed, crime, like gymnastics, being an occupation of the young. It was an extraordinarily crude reduction of Wilson and Kelling’s view.
Liberal-minded people do not merely want mass incarceration to be the moral scandal it obviously is. We want it to be a practical scandal as well—it won’t and can’t do any good. But, Sharkey reports, the facts suggest that, for some period and to some measurable degree, it did contribute to the crime decline. It’s just the most expensive, inefficient, and cruel of all ways to combat the crime wave. And the moral horror thereby incurred is intolerable to a liberal democracy that does not want to have millions of men under permanent penal restraint. The social cost of that mass incarceration is as high, in its way, as the crime wave it was meant to hamper. Sharkey’s climactic thesis is that the real challenge for the decades to come is to take advantage of the decline in crime to engineer a parallel decline in incarceration, sending noncareer criminals back to safer streets.
Sharkey, as good as he is at explaining what happened—whom it helped, what it permitted—isn’t as good at explaining why it happened. The curious truth is that the decline in crime happened across the entire Western world, in East London just as it did in the South Bronx. At the same time, the relative decline in New York was significantly bigger than elsewhere. Sharkey’s guess that the crime decline can be attributed to the uncomfortable but potent intersection of community action and coercive policing seems about as good as any. Here, he echoes Zimring’s earlier conclusion that many small walls are a better barrier to crime than any single big one. Still, the magnitude of the shift remains mystifying. A good comparison might be the contemporaneous war on drunk driving: there, too, the decline in deaths has been impressive, and there, too, there was no one solution but a host of them, ranging from the Mothers Against Drunk Driving campaign to raised ages for legal drinking.
With the crime wave, it would seem, small measures that pushed the numbers down by some noticeable amount engendered a virtuous circle that brought the numbers further and further down. You didn’t have to change the incidence of crime a lot to make people worry less about it. What ended violent crime, in this scenario, was not an edict but a feedback system—created when less crime brought more eyes onto the streets and subways, which in turn reduced crime, leading to people feeling safer, which in turn brought more eyes out. The self-organized response of society to crime was, in effect, to outnumber the muggers on the street before they mugged someone. One has only to get on the New York City subway at 3 a.m., and recall what 3 a.m. on the New York City subway was like thirty years ago, to sense the presence of this circle.
One wonders if, among those eyes, some important ones belonged, so to speak, to George and Elaine (“Seinfeld” having begun right as the sharp slope of the crime ramp-down began). They represented the kind of people who, in the previous American dispensation, would never have stayed in the city seeking partners through their twenties but would instead have been married and living out in New Rochelle with Rob and Laura Petrie. Sex, to put it bluntly, might have had some role in saving the city. Not long after 9/11, when New York, though increasingly safe from crime, was still on edge, a real-estate tycoon told me that he had made a fortune investing in Manhattan properties since the seventies (when the city seemed doomed), and was optimistic that New York would continue to thrive, for a simple reason: the median age of first children kept going up. It still is: the average age of a mother with a first child is now twenty-eight, and rising, and among women with advanced degrees it is into the thirties. The developer’s theory was that as long as people were spending their twenties looking for mates instead of settling down, they would flock to New York, and the city would continue to flourish in the face of crime, plague, or terrorism.
Anecdotal evidence is not to be taken very seriously, but artistic evidence is the best kind we ever get—Dickens saw far more deeply into that Victorian miasma and its causes than anyone else did. And it is certainly the case that a dominant mode of American entertainment that paralleled the crime decline was comedies about young people in Manhattan looking for love: “Seinfeld” and “Friends” and then the almost too neatly named “Sex and the City.” The people who are generally thought to have merely profited from the new reality may have had something to do with making it happen. The pursuit of small pleasures helps provoke social sanity. Improbable actors perform righteous acts. This was Adam Smith’s actual insight, this time put in motion in small apartments and sofa beds.
The negative side of this change lies in the supposed reduction of once diverse neighborhoods to monotone yuppie dormitories. Sharkey’s take on the process, routinely called “gentrification,” is surprising. He reports that in New York there is “little evidence that gentrification leads to any detectable increase in displacement.” (The fear of cultural displacement is, he thinks, another story.) Research by the sociologist Lance Freeman suggests instead that much good happens for residents when “neighborhoods become more economically diverse and safer, attracting new resources for schools, new businesses and new attention from public agencies.” Sharkey’s is a story without the usual heroes, but also without the usual villains.
A real problem, going forward, is the one identified by Black Lives Matter and associated groups: police violence. As the social cost of stop-and-frisk and mass incarceration has become, rightly, intolerable, we ask if the crime decline, with its unprecedented benefits for the marginalized populations, can survive. Sharkey emphatically thinks it can, and so far there’s no evidence to counter his view. The conservative urbanists at City Journal can point to this or that bump or burp in the numbers, but since the nineties New York has kept lowering both its incarceration rate and its crime rate. The plunge continues under the supposedly soft-on-crime Bill de Blasio as much as it did during ironfisted Rudy Giuliani. Whatever is happening out there seems immune to local politics.
Effects that we don’t normally track are surely related to the crime decline, not least the rise of the Black Lives Matter movement itself. Without a general understanding that crime was no longer the real problem but that the response to crime might be, the movement could not have caught a surprisingly large, sympathetic audience. Sharkey writes, “The videos of police violence have resonated so powerfully because they come at a time when there is no crisis of crime in most of the country, when every other form of violence in society has subsided.” The acts may have been constant, but the anger can only arise in the new social field. (One element that Sharkey perhaps does not sufficiently underline is the American abundance of guns: their existence both frightens police officers and makes them overreact in minor moments, turning routine encounters potentially lethal.)
Once they were kings: toughies rule the city. NYC throughout 1970’s
Ironically, though the urban crime wave is over, it still persists as a kind of zombified general terror, particularly in places where it was never particularly acute. Trump can continue to campaign against crime largely in places where crime never happened much but where, having long been molded to preëxisting bigotry, the spectre of violence still occupies a fetishistic role. He has completely lost the power to frighten New Yorkers with tales of crime, but in rural districts in Wisconsin and Pennsylvania the symbolic depiction of crime, crafted nationally as the great wave rose, is still a bloody shirt that can be effectively waved even if the bloodstains on it are decades old.
Will they stay that way? An upturn in crime in a very few cities is probably a local bump on a bigger, encouraging graph, but no one can know this for certain. Sharkey believes in police “hot-spotting”: most violent crimes take place in a small number of venues. They also, Sharkey says, tend to involve a tiny number of people linked in a tight network. When it comes to gangs in Chicago—where gun violence afflicts a very small percentage of the population, but intensely—he likes the idea of trained “interrupters,” who intervene with members after a violent incident to prevent retaliation. He writes, “The warning is unflinching: If you continue to engage in firearm violence, you will face serious, uncompromising prosecution. But the offer must be equally sincere: If you choose a different path, you will be supported with all resources and assistance that the community and the state can muster.”
At the intersection of politics and policy, Sharkey imagines that the best path forward lies in a somewhat below-the-radar coalition that enlists right and left in a movement to accept that the end of the crime wave can lead to the end of mass incarceration. He cites a meeting at the right-wing Heritage Foundation, where he found significant agreement about dis-incarceration among otherwise opposed types. Followers of Michelle Alexander, the author of The New Jim Crow and the most prominent advocate of the view that mass incarceration is designed to “reinforce a racialized caste system in the United States,” found common ground with Grover Norquist, the government-hating founder of Americans for Tax Reform. Sharkey wants to believe that a tacit truce has been forged between these disparate types, leading toward a new era where the benefits of the crime decline will be enjoyed without mass incarceration to support them.
It seems just as likely, though, that two kinds of illiberalism have joined in an uneasy and unstable alliance. Those in Alexander’s school are inclined to believe that the system can’t be reformed short of revolutionary change—a revolutionary change that is necessarily ill-defined and, given the country’s political demography, essentially impossible. A revolutionary-minded racial politics that produces a reactionary white racial politics will always be frustrated. Meanwhile, the Norquistians don’t just want to stop spending money locking men up. They also want to stop spending money educating kids and assisting neighborhoods and helping communities rebuild. They want to stop spending money on anything. It is safe to say that people who don’t want to spend money on prisons also don’t want to spend it on social programs, let alone reparations. If pressed to a point, they will spend it on clubs and bullets. The leftists want the prisons opened because the people in them shouldn’t be there; the Norquistians want them opened because it costs too much to keep them shut. The two groups have an operational end in common, but they do not remotely share the same social picture, as will become plain when the next, presumably smaller, crime wave hits.
Sharkey ends with a curious formula. We must now fight a “war on violence,” he says, which seems to include a war against police violence, but one fought with a companion understanding that the “police play a crucial role in the effort to maintain social order” and that the most vulnerable among us are those most hurt by the loss of order. “Peace and order” is effectively his platform, as “law and order” was once that of the Republican right that capitalized on the crime wave.
He believes that peace and order—and here his vision does have something in common with that of the libertarians he would like to welcome to the cause—can only emerge from the ground up. As ways of keeping a durable social peace, he returns again and again to small community works, like those community interrupters, or what he calls “community quarterbacks,” or even systems of self-policing by Aboriginal Australians. A paradox emerges here: crime, if immune to party politics, seems enormously sensitive to something as seemingly anodyne as community policing. One thing that the crime decline may force us to do is look again at what we mean by a city. At a time when cities become ever-larger megalopolises, it seems sentimental to insist on the primacy of neighborhoods and communities as units, and yet some evidence suggests that that is where this big change began. Somewhat surprisingly, Sharkey gives a significant and welcome nod to the urban oracle Jane Jacobs, whose rhapsodic evocation of New York streets might, after so many wars, have seemed as dated as the account of Jerusalem before the fall of the Temple. But he italicizes her essential lesson: politics may not all be local—Trump is a refutation of that, winning the allegiance of localities that he can’t or won’t serve—but city life is. “Social cohesion, trust and shared commitment to the community,” Sharkey says, vary from neighborhood to neighborhood. In ones where they are strong, violence almost vanishes. It isn’t that poor neighborhoods produce violent crime. The problem is, rather, “that concentrated poverty tends to slowly tear apart the social fabric of neighborhoods.” Restore the social fabric first, and the crime ends not long after. The city was won back block by block.
How to make the social fabric stronger? Sharkey offers the immensely cheering pictures of the possibility of spending money to rebuild communities and replacing the noxious “warrior” cop with those “community quarterbacks.” It’s hard to imagine a more essential career for a young urbanist, even though such a cadre sounds at least questionable as a source of crime-stopping. But the lesson of wise public works is not, truth be told, always about the benefits of foundational analysis or fundamental change. An epidemic of violence was resolved without addressing what were thought to be its underlying disorders. We cured the crime wave without fixing “the broken black family,” that neocon bugaboo. For that matter, we cured it without greater income equality or even remotely solving the gun problem. The story of the crime decline is about the wisdom of single steps and small sanities. We could end cholera—in London, they did—without really understanding how cholera bacteria work. We have curbed crime without knowing how we did it, perhaps simply by doing it in many ways at once. It is possible to see this as a kind of humanist miracle, a lesson about the self-organizing and, sometimes, self-healing capacities of human communities that’s as humbling, in its way, as any mystery that faith can offer.
This article appears in the print edition of the February 12 & 19, 2018, issue, with the headline “After the Fall.”
Adam Gopnik, a staff writer, has been contributing to The New Yorker since 1986. During his tenure at the magazine, he has written fiction, humor, book reviews, profiles, and reported pieces from abroad. He was the magazine’s art critic from 1987-1995, and the Paris correspondent from 1995-2000. From 2000 to 2005, he wrote a journal about New York life. His books, ranging from essay collections about Paris and food to children’s novels, include “Paris to the Moon,” “The King in the Window,” “Through the Children’s Gate: A Home in New York,” “Angels and Ages: A Short Book About Darwin, Lincoln, and Modern Life,” “The Table Comes First: Family, France, and the Meaning of Food,” and “Winter: Five Windows on the Season.” Gopnik has three National Magazine awards, for essays and for criticism, and also the George Polk Award for Magazine Reporting. In March of 2013, Gopnik was awarded the medal of Chevalier of the Order of Arts and Letters. He lectures widely, and, in 2011, delivered the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation’s Massey Lectures. His first musical, “The Most Beautiful Room In New York,” opened in 2017 at the Long Wharf Theater in New Haven.