The Tree Saga, continued

If it weren’t for its trees, Stuyvesant Town would be exactly the cold, brutal, massive block housing its early detractors said it was, or, as Lewis Mumford put it, “the architecture of the police state.” The trees transform the oppressive regimented uniformity of the 110 buildings into a back drop to a veritable forest. Trees make this place work the way it’s supposed to. So why the insouciant attitude to what is a vital component of this complex?

More surprises: When I returned home last night at about 10pm, I was not happy to see construction of a ramp had begun not on the cleared side where the first tree was, but on the side with the remaining tree. Does that mean the second tree is going to come down as well? It’s downright bizarre.

And what of the wildlife, another virtue of Stuyvesant Town’s environment? Not having witnessed the tree downing myself, were there any arrangements made to relocate the wildlife that made the tree home? Whether you like squirrels or not, see them a cute critters or rats with tails, they are sentient beings deserving of humane treatment. Or did convenience interfere with listening to our better nature?