A Very L.A. Dilemma

When my roommate moved in two years ago, we got an all too familiar notice on our door informing us that some filming or other was to take place on our block. She was very excited that the cast of a TV show she loved was actually going to be just down the street from us.

Just a few months later, the novelty wore off quick when she realized that this happens once every few weeks. The street is overridden with trailers, portable high-wattage lighting and cops. Woody Harrelson, Queen Latifah, R&B group Cherish and the cast of Heroes have all spent time on my block. Once in a while we might see a small check for our inconvenience, sometimes there is blaring music on repeat for hours, and always we lose all of the parking on our street. I won't lie: It sucks.

I live in the historic West Adams district. The neighborhood that began as the wealthy center of L.A., now home to mostly lower-income Black and Latino families, has apparently recaptured the attention of the upper class.  

I do find it fascinating that this dynamic exists here in my lower-income hood, on the north border of South Central. Only in L.A. would the poor find themselves so regularly displaced and inconvenienced by movie stars.