promoted by Rosi
One of the great things about studying New Jersey’s history, and more specifically, Trenton’s history, is that most people simply don’t know it. Yes, my high school students know that our state and its capital city were at the “Crossroads of the Revolution.” Today numerous plaques and signs attest to where Washington slept, where his troops clashed and where they dashed – usually in retreat. But that’s about it. Otherwise, if you ask most Americans, they would tell you that New Jersey’s role in national or international history isn’t really worth noting. Sure, many surely tell you, though the state is old, its history doesn’t compare with the drama of, say, the Civil War inferno that decimated Virginia’s capital of Richmond or the Japanese 1941 Attack on Hawaii’s capital, Honolulu.
Our collective attitude towards Trenton is reflected in the dismal condition we find our state capital in. Though Trenton is a small city, aside from a five or six block long historic corridor along State Street, its schools are literally rotting, its streets are reeling from a violent crime wave, its people suffering from horrendous poverty and unemployment. And it’s only early March. Only God knows how much the situation will deteriorate in the unforgiveable Jersey heat of the coming summer months.