““Alright, beats,” Tee said. “Mina — you want crime?” “Actually …” She squirmed in her chair and tugged at the scarf she had wrapped around her slender neck. “I was thinking — a lotta Staten Island folks, including my batshit grandma, were Brooklyn folks once upon a time. Then Great White Flight happened and they dipped, ended up on one of the islands — Staten or Long — and took their money and resources with ’em. Now they sitting there feelin’ bitter about the fact that Brooklyn ain’t theirs anymore and whining about how the bad black and brown folks took it over. Meanwhile, their young, hip counterparts are mounting an actual takeover and pricing out black and brown folks, ya know?” “Our girl just summarized thirty years of urban history in a half a ’graph,” Coruscant marveled.””