These past couple of weeks I’ve been on this desperate search for an Arab-American community that exists somewhere in the deep bowels of Brooklyn. I, however, have been unsuccessful, simply because the Community as a solid, tangible entity doesn’t exist. When you walk into Little Italy, you can feel the cannolis and Catholicism in the air, just like in China Town you can smell the fresh fish and fruit. No matter where I seem to get off the subway, there is some dominant ethnicity (noticeable in the form of restaurants and street vendors).
I guess my point is that, while the novelty of ethnic districts can be endearing and fun, the mingling and intermixing of races is just the way it is, and the way it should be.