top of page

When you're hot you're hot and when you're not - that's even better.

At least, when it comes to cities and their desirability, that is.

When the editor called and offered me a job at the News & Observer almost 30 years ago, he attached one condition: I had to live in Durham.

One’s first thought in such a situation: “What the hell is wrong with Durham if I have to live there?”

Turns out – nothing. The editor wanted me to focus, editorially, on Durham issues, and he figured it would be easier to do that as a Bull City resident. I was cool with the decision to live in Durham, but I had to convince various realtors who badmouthed the city and tried to steer me to Raleigh or Cary.

What did I love about Durham? It had the right mix of low-doings in high places and just enough vice – if you knew where to look - to keep it interesting. (That vice has disappeared: for instance, the city's most gloriously notorious sin den has, in recent years, been a church, a daycare center and is now a high-end nail salon.)

The most attractive thing about the city, though, was its housing prices. Whenever some national magazine or newscast would denigrate Durham for – for instance – its raucous school board meetings that were seemingly a monthly feature on CNN, I’d respond with a passionate defense.

A weird thing happened each time I extolled the city’s myriad virtues and delightful vices, though: I’d receive phone calls and letters demanding “STOP IT!!!” Those demands came from Durham residents who reveled in the notoriety because they knew it provided an antidote to the problem facing residents in Raleigh, Chapel Hill and Cary – exorbitantly priced homes.

Durham, at least on the affordable home-buying tip, was a hidden gem back until relatively recently. A mere 20 years ago or so, a realtor showed me a two-story, 3,000 square foot house on Guthrie Street which had inside a grand staircase that looked so much like Tara from Gone With The Wind that it wouldn't have surprised me to see Scarlett O'hara come dramatically sweeping down them.

The realtor was asking $64,0000, and it took me 10 minutes to get the price down to $55,000. I went home to sleep on it - certain that I'd be a homeowner in the morn.

When I called the next day, that bad boy had been scooped up.

Such housing deals in Durham are gone with the wind because, in the immortal words of the Jermaine Stewart 1984 dance floor classic, “the word is out” and affordable homes – and affordable housing – is an oxymoron in the city. That is especially true in previously ignored neighborhoods in cities across North Carolina.

The News & Observer recently ran a story about median house values in the Triangle hitting $357,000 this year. That - 357 - is ironic, because that figure is like a gun pointed at many Southeast Raleigh families who are being priced out of their lifelong neighborhoods. They are being left, one resident said, with nothing but "your memories."

Former Durham city councilman Frank Hyman wrote a piece for the Indy weekly about the “vultures” swooping in trying to buy up homes — including his — and flip them for huge profits. He lamented that he didn’t save the cards so he could start a massive bonfire at City Plaza: I'd have brought some weinies.

Hardly a week goes by that I don’t get a cold call from some cheery voice saying “Hi there. I was in your neighborhood the other day and was wondering if you’re interested in selling your home.” These calls are rivaled in frequency only by the ones asking if I want to buy a burial plot. Dirt cheap.

You know who else receives unsolicited calls from people wanting to buy his home?

Bill Bell, the former mayor and county commissioner and the man whose leadership, more than any other single person’s in recent history, helped turn Durham from the baldheaded, snaggletoofed stepchild of the Triangle to the current belle of the ball.

“You can’t stop the market for gentrification,” Bell told me recently, citing the formerly hard-scrabble neighborhood of South Street as an example. “If a person owns a home down there, and some guy comes and says ‘I want to buy your house for $100,000, and he’s only got $20,000 in it, you can’t tell that person not to sell.”

“The city,’ he said, “can incentivize developers who are building market-rate developments to add a certain amount of affordable apartments and homes. You can’t demand that, but you can certainly put it on the table.”

My question is “Why can’t cities demand that?”

Until they do, many residents and prospective residents will be singing the old cowboy hymn

Oh give me a home

Where the buffalo roam

And the deer and the antelope play,

Where seldom is heard

A discouraging word

From a realtor whose price you can’t pay.

1 Comment

Sep 28, 2021

Damn. It's that bad down there, too? I got priced out my Virginia city, home to a certain big name university, and moved over a mountain. Now those home values are getting stupid high. Wish my income went up with my property value.





Meet Barry Saunders

For over 20 years, Barry was a columnist for The News & Observer in Raleigh, NC. He also wrote for other publications, such as the Atlanta Constitution and the Richmond County Daily Journal. Often described as powerfully honest and illustratively funny, Barry's writing is both loved and hated by readers- sometimes simultaneously.  


Want more? Get your own copy of one of Barry's published books featuring reader favorites (and not so favorites) from his years writing columns for The News & Observer. Titled "Do Unto Others...And then Run" and "...And The Horse You Rode In On Saunders!", they're full of guaranteed entertainment. 


  • Twitter Round
  • Instagram - Black Circle
  • b-facebook
bottom of page