Arrival Cities

A look at nine places defining life on the margins for the new century, from Chongqing to California.

BY DOUG SAUNDERS | MARCH 23, 2011

Arrival city: Within the city is another city, located on the periphery of our vision and beyond the tourist maps. It has become the setting of the world's next chapter, driven by exertion and promise, battered by violence and death, strangled by neglect and misunderstanding. History is being written, and largely ignored, in places like Liu Gong Li on the fringes of Chongqing, in Clichy-sous-Bois on the outskirts of Paris, in the almost million-strong arrival city of Dharavi in Mumbai, and in Compton on the edge of Los Angeles -- all places settled by people who have arrived from the village, all places that function to propel people into the core life of the city and to send support back to the next wave of arrivals. These places are known around the world by many names: as the slums, favelas, bustees, bidonvilles, ashwaiyyat, shantytowns, kampongs, urban villages, gecekondular, and barrios of the developing world, but also as the immigrant neighborhoods, ethnic districts, banlieues difficiles, Plattenbau developments, Chinatowns, Little Indias, Hispanic quarters, urban slums, and migrant suburbs of wealthy countries, which are themselves each year absorbing 2 million people, mainly villagers, from the developing world.

When we look at arrival cities, we tend to see them as fixed entities: an accumulation of inexpensive dwellings containing poor people, usually in less than salubrious conditions. In the language of urban planners and governments, these enclaves are too often defined as malign appendages, cancerous growths on an otherwise healthy city. Their residents are seen, in the words of former Brazilian President Fernando Henrique Cardoso, "as an ecologically defined group rather than as part of the social system."

This leads to tragic urban-housing policies in the West, of the sort that made Paris erupt into riots in 2005, led to clashes in London in the 1980s, and propelled Amsterdam into murderous violence in the first decade of this century. It leads to even worse policies in the cities of Asia, Africa, and South America, to slum-clearance projects in which the futures of tens or hundreds of thousands of people are recklessly erased. Or, in an alternative version offered in popular books and movies, arrival cities are written off as contiguous extensions of a dystopian "planet of slums," a homogenous netherworld, in which the static poor are consigned to prison-like neighborhoods guarded by hostile police, abused by exploitative corporations, and preyed upon by parasitic evangelical religions. This is certainly the fate of many arrival cities after they have been deprived of their fluid structure or abandoned by the state. Yet, to see this as their normal condition is to ignore the arrival city's great success: It is, in the most successful parts of both the developing and the Western worlds, the key instrument in creating a new middle class, abolishing the horrors of rural poverty and ending inequality.

Credit: Subhash Sharma

 

Doug Saunders is the London-based European bureau chief for Canada's Globe and Mail newspaper. This excerpt is adapted from Arrival City: How the Largest Migration in History Is Shaping Our World. Copyright 2011 by Douglas Saunders. Published by arrangement with Pantheon, an imprint of The Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc.

MENNOCAN

2:30 PM ET

March 24, 2011

Great read. I always look

Great read. I always look forwards to your G&M articles. Certainly some interesting proposals to mull over in terms of how cities view migrants.

 

WGH

4:50 PM ET

March 24, 2011

Min Le Village?

I've heard my dad (from Dachong) speak of that place!

How did you come to know of this village and how do I get there?

Thanks,

 

YOULANDA

11:07 AM ET

April 3, 2011

picture tells everything

One of the best picture i have seen on the matter. There is very big gap between claases especially for the urban areas. I'll share this on my facebook page.

 

ASAD KHAN

7:15 AM ET

April 6, 2011

migration.

If your home is hell dont migrate to heavens.you will miss it.i am an immigrant here in karachi.

 

DDSNAIK

12:23 AM ET

April 7, 2011

Quite brilliant

At the risk of overstating - inclusive without being pie-in-the-sky

 

HUGO DE TORONJA

12:15 AM ET

April 8, 2011

Non-Stop Flight

My father and mother made that one-way trip from village to Arrival City.

Our stay there was brief.

At first I wrote "mercifully brief," but thought better of it. Our stay in Arrival City was simply brief.

I don't think it's what the French call "nostalgie de la boue" that makes me look back at our time in Arrival City with longing. Maybe it's because I miss my father. It must be him. I never knew the village life that he and my mother had left behind.

He worked so hard. And when you start out so low, there's really nowhere to go but up. And with all his hard work, he brought us incrementally closer to where he wanted us to be. These were very small steps. I remember our first brand-new kitchen table. Then a brand-new washing machine. Later, a brand-new car.

Then it came time for me to complete the trajectory from village to Arrival City to beyond. When I was fifteen-years old I won a scholarship to a far-away boarding school. This was something that would change my fate completely.

I didn't go home again for eleven years. And by that time my parents had already left Arrival City and I'd become the rootless, insecure sort who liked to pretend he'd never lived in Arrival City at all. (Shameful, but true. And my remorse comes too late.)

I very much want to believe that my father knew I was grateful for everything he'd done. My mother assures me that he did know I was grateful, although I never managed to come right out and say as much in a way he could understand.

I wish I could find a better way of explaining that there's a great deal more to this apparently straightforward transition from village to Arrival City and beyond than there may seem to be when you're on the outside looking in.

 

HELLEHOU503

1:39 PM ET

April 22, 2011

Arrival Cities

A look at nine places defining life on the margins for the new century, from Chongqing to California. My father and mother made that one-way trip from village to Arrival City. Our stay there was brief. At first I wrote "mercifully brief," but thought better of it. "This leads to tragic urban-housing policies in the West, of the sort that made Paris erupt into riots in 2005, led to clashes in London in the 1980s, and propelled Amsterdam into murderous violence in the first decade of this century. It leads to even worse policies in the cities of Asia, Africa, and South America, to slum-clearance projects in which the futures of tens or hundreds of thousands of people are recklessly erased. Or, in an alternative version offered in popular books and movies, arrival cities are written off as contiguous extensions of a dystopian "planet of slums," a homogenous netherworld, in which the static poor are consigned to prison-like neighborhoods guarded by hostile police, abused by exploitative corporations, and preyed upon by parasitic evangelical religions insurance. This is certainly the fate of many arrival cities after they have been deprived of their fluid structure or abandoned by the state. Yet, to see this as their normal condition is to ignore the arrival city's great success: It is, in the most successful parts of both the developing and the Western worlds, the key instrument in creating a new middle class, abolishing the horrors of rural poverty and ending inequality. " ) I very much want to believe that my father knew I was grateful for everything he'd done. My mother assures me that he did know I was grateful, although I never managed to come right out and say as much in a way he could understand. I wish I could find a better way of explaining that there's a great deal more to this apparently straightforward transition from village to Arrival City and beyond than there may seem to be when you're on the outside looking in.