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Crime Statistics in Brooklyn: Is it Getting Safer? (Asking for a Friend... Me)

@Sebastian Blair2/7/2026blog
Crime Statistics in Brooklyn: Is it Getting Safer? (Asking for a Friend... Me)

okay, so, like, I'm staring at this lukewarm oat milk latte and trying to wrap my head around something. Brooklyn. Right? We all think we know Brooklyn. Brownstones, pizza, the bridge… but is it actually… safe? I’ve been here, you know, bouncing around for a few months now, trying to get my busking thing off the ground. And honestly, the vibe is… complicated.

It’s drizzling, that kind of persistent, grey drizzle that just soaks into your bones. Feels like a Tuesday, which, let’s be real, every day feels like a Tuesday when you’re trying to make rent. Speaking of rent… yikes. I was chatting with a barista the other day - she’s from Bushwick, a total sweetheart - and she was telling me a one-bedroom is going for like, $2800 now. Seriously! My friend in Portland is living in a house for that price.

Anyway, back to the safety thing. I started digging around, because, you know, a guy with a ukulele and a questionable hat doesn’t exactly scream ‘trustworthy target’ but I gotta be smart. The NYPD puts out these CompStat reports, right? And the numbers… they’re weird. Overall crime is down from last year, which is good, I guess. Like, a 7.8% drop. But certain categories are spiking. Grand larceny is up, and assaults are… concerning.


I found this thread on r/brooklyn https://www.reddit.com/r/brooklyn/ where people were arguing about it. Some folks are saying it’s all media hype, others are genuinely worried. One guy was ranting about package thefts in Park Slope. Park Slope! You know, the place with the strollers and the organic everything? Apparently, it’s a hotbed for porch pirates. Who knew?

Brooklyn Bridge


I overheard this conversation at a bodega on Smith Street the other night. This older woman was telling her friend, “Honey, you gotta be careful walking alone after dark, especially around Atlantic Avenue. There’s been a lot of… incidents.” She didn’t elaborate, but the way she said “incidents”… it wasn’t good. It felt like a warning passed down through generations of Brooklynites.

*Atlantic Avenue is always a trip. So many antique shops, so much history. But also, a lot of late-night activity. I’ve seen some things I can’t unsee, let’s just say.

Then there's
Prospect Park. Beautiful, right? Perfect for a sunny afternoon. But I read a review on Yelp [https://www.yelp.com/biz/prospect-park-brooklyn] that said, and I quote, “Don’t wander off the main paths after sunset. Seriously. Just don’t.” Drunk advice, maybe, but I’m taking it to heart.

I’m also trying to find a decent open mic night. Apparently, there’s a good one at Pete’s Candy Store in Williamsburg [https://petescandystore.com/events/]. But I’m hearing conflicting reports about the neighborhood at night. Some say it’s totally fine, others say… well, let’s just say they recommend sticking to well-lit areas.

brown and white chair


Okay, so, data-wise, the job market is… okay. Lots of creative gigs, which is good for me, but the competition is fierce. I saw a listing for a ukulele teacher the other day, and there were like, 50 applicants. 50! Apparently, everyone in Brooklyn wants to play the ukulele. Go figure.

I’m thinking about checking out some of the ghost tours they offer around
DUMBO*. I mean, if I’m going to be living in a city with… incidents… might as well embrace the spooky side, right? I found a tour on TripAdvisor [https://www.tripadvisor.com/Attraction_Review-g47254-d1373883-Reviews-Ghosts_of_DUMBO-Brooklyn_New_York.html].

Honestly, it’s a weird mix. You’ve got the super-gentrified areas, the gritty neighborhoods, the pockets of real old-school Brooklyn. And the safety feels… uneven. Like, you can walk down a block and feel totally safe, then turn the corner and get a weird vibe. It’s a constant assessment, you know? A low-level hum of awareness.

I guess what I’m saying is… Brooklyn is Brooklyn. It’s complicated. It’s beautiful. It’s a little bit scary. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Except maybe a slightly cheaper apartment. And a guarantee that my ukulele won’t get stolen.


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