In Orlando, I can’t go no-where without seeing a brother or sister scavenging for some food. As the years go by the homeless population just seems to get higher and higher, I cant help but wonder if that has anything to do with the second soccer stadium they built on top of parramore, one of the oldest historically black neighborhoods in Orlando.
It also could be the fact that on top of two soccer stadiums there are now insanely bougie condos right across the street from the stadium to facilitate tourism, built with there own market strip of expensive italian restaurants and vegan doughnut shops. This is how gentrification functions. Continue reading “Orlando Meets Black Hammer: Good Food in the Hood”