Yesterday, my wife and I went for a drive. It was a relatively short drive, just a few miles, but it was as if we drove into another dimension. Just a few miles north of where we live in north Dallas is Plano and, a bit further, Frisco. Both communities have experienced exponential growth during the last several years, changing from sleepy bedroom communities into massive housing developments for people who have enormous income levels.
As we drove past mile after mile of gigantic homes decked out in all the latest and greatest designer materials (e.g., stone facades, slate roofs, massive cedar timbers, etc.), I noted that it must take access to vast wealth to live there. I said it must be like Stepford living. Here are people who live in perfectly groomed houses, people who have perfectly groomed children who play hockey on perfectly groomed horses on perfectly manicured fields. Even the pockets of retail among the vast stretches of million-dollar homes looked too perfect and too clean. “Where is the reality here,” I asked?
Then, this morning, I came across a fascinating piece on our local PBS station’s website that deals with residential segregation by income. My dislike of, and discomfort with, these high-income ghettos may be explained by the article.