Posted on 05/19/2016 2:33:14 PM PDT by Nachum
(CNSNews.com) – At a summit by the Aspen Institute’s Project Play, first lady Michelle Obama said Tuesday that some U.S. communities are “play deserts,” because they don’t have sufficient opportunities for kids to participate in sports and other outdoor activities, compared to wealthy communities.
“So many communities are becoming play deserts, but in wealthy communities, there is a wealth of resources. You can be in field hockey, or you can learn how to swim. There are aquatic centers and -- I’ve seen the difference. The disparities are amazing to me,” she said.
As CNSNews.com previously reported, the Obama administration coined the phrase “food deserts” to describe an urban area where a significant share of the population lives more than one mile from a grocery store.
Mrs. Obama took part in the 2016 Project Play Summit at the Newseum in Washington, D.C., alongside her brother, Craig Robinson, a college basketball analyst for ESPN. It was hosted by ESPN commentator Michael Wilbon of “Pardon the Interruption.” All three grew up on the South Side of Chicago.
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The White House is currently an intelligence desert.
Be careful about those pools
Idiot
America is quickly becoming a common sense desert.
I grew up in an upper-middle-class suburb in Maryland. Community pools and the YMCA pool were available to us - but after a period of time, busloads of kids from a different county started to come to those pools, and soon it was not safe or enjoyable for the locals to swim there. The non-locals did not “share well with others.” You probably get the picture.
Luckily for us, there were plenty of private swim clubs, and the local parents joined those.
It wasn’t cheap, but we could swim in safety.
We played baseball in the streets, front lawns, schools, from sun up to sundown. When it was football season, same thing.
What are all these special things these people need?
It’s Christian organizations that are providing safe areas to play in for young people in the cities around me that aren’t otherwise safe to play in. What do you say about that God hating, Christian despising administration?
Sonoran for me. Hop on the bike, pick a direction and go. Great adventures.
Build it next to the food desert.
Nearly everyone walked to school. I’d walk home grab my bike and wouldn’t be home until time to make dinner. Seriously, we were just talking about riding our bikes 40-50 miles a day with a bunch of our friends. Today, we couldn’t get a mile from home before some busybody called CPS and the cops would be throwing our parents in jail. Notice that is parentSSSSS.
Because those communities destroy play grounds. I have seen it in my small town. Graffiti, broken equipment and the play grounds are only a year or two old. Add to that they are not really usable for children because drug dealers and other undesirables hang out there.
Yawn.
Obsolescence happens.
Even to avenues of play.
Kids now would rather play electronic games.
Or play with fancy toys that are cheap to buy.
It costs a (comparative with my childhood) pittance to buy your child a musical instrument today, and there are youtube tutorials for everything.
Team sports are not as competitive as an engaging pass time. No amount of money can turn back that clock.
You betcha. We would used long pointed tree branches and have make believe sword fights and I am a girl!
Moosechelle,
The problem is that we send so much money into the black community but they destroy so much. I wish it wasn’t the case but it is.
I remember pushing my Schwinn into the school bike-stand.
No locks. No one worried about their bike being stolen.
By “investment” Moochelle means OPM. Not hers and Hussein’s.
Nope. We went out in the mesa and dug forts. Played cowboys and indians. Smoked any cigarette butts we could find. Hunted lizards. Ah, the good old days.
Is ‘play desert’ another word for sandbox?
Free S*** Army
We used to play football on the street. The light pole was the goal line.
We played football and baseball in backyards, all day, every day during the summer. Only 2, sometimes 3 white kids playing. That would be my brother and I. Everyone else was black. You know what? We didn’t care. They were my friends, race was never considered.
Until ‘65/’66. All of a sudden we were the enemy. More fights in those years than in all my life.
Nowadays, the loser will come back with a gun. Then, it was hard feelings for a day, then shake hands and best friends again.
I miss those days.
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