“I was five years old when I first saw a crack vial in the hood. Like many children in America's housing projects during this era, I became a witness to one of the most devastating drug epidemics in American history. This isn't just my story – it's the story of an entire generation.”

THE BEFORE TIMES
Before crack decimated our communities, the Robert Hartley Houses were more than just buildings – it was a village. I remember the "Watermelon Man" cruising through the parking lot, his voice echoing through a megaphone. Kids played tackle football in the Ape Yard until sunset. The atmosphere was filled with a strong sense of community, with elders watching over the neighborhood's children as if we were their own.

Black-owned businesses lined the city streets. The free lunch program at the bottom of building 80 served as a lifeline for families in need. These weren't just services – they were symbols of a community taking care of its own.
THE SHIFT
But then, like a storm rolling in, everything changed. The transformation wasn't gradual; it was a tsunami that crashed through our city, leaving destruction in its wake. The crack epidemic didn't just bring addiction – it brought a complete restructuring of our social fabric.

I watched as familiar faces transformed into strangers. People we knew and loved became hollow-eyed shadows of themselves. The playgrounds where we once spent countless hours became staging grounds for drug deals. The laughter that once filled our streets was replaced by sirens and gunshots.

THE HUMAN COST
The statistics tell one story: over 900,000 drug arrests in New York City alone from '89 to '99. But numbers can't capture the human tragedy I witnessed firsthand. Mothers losing sons to violence or incarceration. Children raising themselves while parents battled addiction. Families torn apart by a substance that seemed to fall from the sky.
THE BIGGER PICTURE
Years later, we would learn about the CIA's alleged role in flooding our communities with cocaine, a revelation that added another layer of betrayal to an already tragic story. The "War on Crack" that followed wasn't just about drugs – it was a war that disproportionately targeted Black communities, leading to mass incarceration and generational trauma.

The infamous "100 to 1 rule" meant that someone caught with just 5 grams of crack cocaine faced the same mandatory minimum sentence as someone with 500 grams of powder cocaine. This wasn't coincidence – it was policy.
LESSONS FOR TODAY
As we face new drug epidemics and continuing challenges in urban communities, the lessons of the crack era remain relevant:
- How quickly a community can be transformed by external forces
- The importance of strong social support systems
- The need for vigilance against policies that target specific communities
- The resilience of people in the face of insurmountable challenges
PERSONAL REFLECTION
Looking back, I realize how this period shaped not only my life but the lives of an entire generation. We were the crack era kids – witnesses to both the destruction of our communities and their eventual resilience. The lessons we learned continue to influence how we view addiction, community, and the role of systemic forces in shaping individual destinies.
Today, as I watch my son grow, I'm aware of how different his childhood is from mine. But I also know that understanding this history is crucial – not just for him, but for anyone who wants to comprehend the complex forces that continue to shape the ghettos of America.
THE LEGACY
The crack epidemic might be history, but its effects reverberate through our communities today. From broken families to systemic inequalities, we're still dealing with its aftermath. But there's hope in understanding this history, in recognizing both the mistakes made and the strength shown by those who survived.

As we face new challenges, from the opioid crisis to continued urban poverty, the lessons of the crack epidemic remain relevant. They remind us that community resilience is real, that transformation is possible, and that even in our darkest moments, hope persists.
Author's Note:
This piece draws from my experiences detailed in "Change The Game: A Memoir," and aims to provide personal context to a pivotal moment in American urban history.
Keywords: Crack Epidemic, Urban History, Community Impact, War on Drugs, Personal Memoir, Social Justice, Urban America, Change The Game
Yes I lived in Crack Epidemic for me it was a big change in my life. As I personally was a female that wouldn’t let a drug affect my life and I even got involved with a drug dealer. But I believe that’s why we ended up being a couple because what he loved about me from all or most of the women that he had been with where all in it for what he had, his drugs which was that White Lady and his Money and I was in it for Him and the love and respect that he gave me. I always worked and always had my own money. I got pregnant and he was sure then that…