Save Greynolds Park
I have been admiring the absence of light amidst an ocean of power lines, high-rises and antennae almost every night for the past 10 years of my life. This lack of light for me represents the purity and calmness of what my neighborhood must have been like before it was developed. Greynolds park defines place as much as it defines a genreation of people that have been shaped by the experiences lived there. During high school, my friends and I often sought refuge in this little patch of land, from the surrounding mundane hang out spot: Aventura Mall. Later in life, the park became the place to run, tan, and embark on adventures through the mangrove swamps on our dinghy boats while sipping on a couple of beers, hoping for the old snook to finally let himself be caught. Greynolds has lent itself to an wide variety of events, from the weekly sunday blues festivals, the love-in, lumpy sue and my favorite, the sunday Rastafarian church. This place attracts the elite Aventura citizens as well as people from the surrounding areas that , in my opinion, otherwise wouldn't mix so evenly thanks to the natural environenment.
In my years of exploring the park, I have never felt unsafe , except for one alligator that came out of nowhere that one time , and during spider season, when spiders cover the sky.
Now I feel like all these memories and the beauty of the absence of light might be consumed by yet another foreign developer hoping to make some cash. A 15 story tower or so , its said it be in the plans for the east side of Greynolds park , where an old 3-4 story nursing home used to be.
I cant imagine the impact that it will have on the wildlife way before it even starts affecting the neighbors and the solemn darkness of this little sanctuary.
As I think about what Greynolds means for me and what it represents for my community, I can see how I have changed but my feelings remain intact. I still feel my heart so close to the memories that are constantly created in this space but now I have the knowledge to understand the political forces that shape the very place I live in. I cant imagine having the remote understanding about zoning laws, that might have allowed me to care about possibly fighting this war , that otherwise would not even seem like a war at all. Like many people going about their busy lives, I would not know that my voice counts, and that community activism shapes places and our relationship to them and to one another.