Broward County has always been the overlooked cousin of Miami-Dade, which is the county right below it in South Florida. There isn’t much to see there, except for Fort Lauderdale Beach during spring break, the guitar-shaped hotel, the Hard Rock, right off the highway (don’t ask us why it’s there either) and a vast landscape shaped by strip malls and sad remnants of the Everglades.
My county is finally getting some national attention, but it’s for the worst possible reasons. Most recently, our woefully incompetent elections office and its supervisor, Brenda Snipes, missed the recount deadline by an embarrassing two minutes, which isn’t that surprising coming from prior history of mismanaging elections. The Broward sheriff’s office and school board have had a tumultuous history plagued with political scandal, whose failure and lack of leadership led to the school shooting in Parkland. Bella Thorne, Roger Stone and the pipe bomber who targeted Democrats all had close ties to Broward.
Our most celebrated artists are (or were, RIP) XXXtentacion and Kodak Black, who both assaulted and abused women.
OK, so maybe there is something in Broward’s water. There could be a chance I live in "the Florida of Florida,” as Broward was labeled in a 2,500 word Politico article solely about Broward County’s history of incompetence. Maybe Broward is the new Jacksonville, as a Miami friend insultingly told me.
But as one of the sole voices for South Florida on the editorial board (Fort Myers doesn’t count, sorry Alec), I have to defend my county’s honor. I was born and raised in Broward, and I came out fine! (I think.) We may be a national embarrassment, but it honestly was a wonderful place to grow up, and I would encourage anyone to go visit and see for themselves. To prove this point, I hastily wrote this list of not good, but great things about Broward County: