I'm part of the 1% and my vacation home is destroying my favorite place in the world

I'm part of the 1%, part of a large extended family. One of my siblings bought a vacation home in my favorite city (in the US, but not in the one I grew up in or the one I live in) about 15 years ago. I have a strong emotional connection to the city; it's where I grew up, where my parents lived and died, where my children grew up, and where I had many of my most memorable experiences. When they bought this house, I thought it could be wonderful for the family, especially for the kids. My part of the family lives more modestly. We fly economy, stay in Airbnb apartments, and buy food at the grocery store. We like this way of living. When they bought the house, we were excited for the family to be able to spend time together, and we could stay at the house and vacation there more frequently. <br><br>Over time, it has become more and more difficult for us to use the house. It's set up for their needs, not ours. They have 2 kids, we have 3. My kids have always been expected to double up, and have never had their own bedrooms. The house is decorated with their stuff, and there's no space for any of ours. They furnish the fridge and pantry, and we have to conform to their eating habits. On weekends, we are expected to hire cleaning services to clean up. When they are there, they don't want to be disturbed, so we have to be away if we are in town. It has become a chore to stay there, and we have had to hire cleaning services and handymen and errand runners, etc, on our own dime, and it is so much work that it isn't even worth it anymore. It is sad to think that the house could be a place for us to spend together as a family, but really it has been a burden. <br><br>This summer, the house was occupied almost every weekend, and we were never invited. Once or twice, they were out of town, but another sibling had stayed at the house one of those weeks, and by the time we were able to get in, the house was filthy. I asked if the family would be willing to hire a cleaning service for the week before, and they said no. They don't want to do the extra work of hiring someone, even though they live states away. So we had to stay at an Airbnb, which was actually way more fun, and much less work and expense. I also had to move up the dates of our vacation, as they were coming to town and bringing their daughters, and they said we had to be out by 5pm. When they were in town, they were there with their daughters, and they didn't want to have to take the kids out to dinner, so they didn't invite us to stay. They told me that I should go to the park and the aquarium and the museums, but not their house. They have 2 kids under 5, and my kids are all in elementary school. We don't have much in common, and I completely understand not wanting to interact with my kids. But the house was supposed to be part of bringing everyone together, and now it is the reason why we don't have family bonding time.<br><br>I wish they would sell the house. The house isn't part of what makes the city so great to me. It is the landscapes and the lake and the architecture. I miss being able to spend time with my family. I miss being able to walk around the city without being teased that I'm trespassing on the wrong side of the tracks. I miss feeling that this was my place. I miss the time when I could go to visit and feel like I had a place there. I miss the convenience of having a house ready for us to visit, but I don't miss having to interact with my family. <br><br>That said, my problem with this house goes far beyond just how it has ruined my relationship with my family. The house has also changed the city. It's part of a large-scale gentrification of a neighborhood. On one side of the house is a park with a memorial for a black woman who was a civil rights activist in the 50s and 60s. On the other side is a low-income housing unit. The neighborhood has long been African American, and the city has tried to push them out. My family moving into the neighborhood was a huge part of that process. They have always been shitty landlords. They are standoffish and rude to the neighbors. I've never seen them interact with the neighbors, and whenever I've tried to do so, their attitude has been that the neighbors are lesser people who are beneath us. When we first moved in, they tried to organize a neighborhood watch, and then have the police harass people who were hanging out on the street corner. I was shocked that they managed to organize the residents, including the low-income housing unit, to support their cause. The police had previously not been very involved in the neighborhood, and I think they had a good relationship with the residents. I don't think the police ever harassed them, until my family moved in. <br><br>Their past two visits, they had the house completely gutted and renovated. Both times, they threw out 90% of the furniture and appliances. I asked why, and they said it was because the house needed updating. When they were done, the house looked better, but I couldn't see anything wrong with it before. It was just another example of them being wasteful and selfish and entitled. The contractors threw their trash into the neighbor's trash bins. I was really grossed out by this, and I thought it was so disrespectful. I asked if they had asked the neighbors if they could throw their trash away, and of course they hadn't. I told them that they should ask, and they said, "Why would we do that? They are happy for us to be there. They are grateful for the development." The neighbors were never grateful for them to be there. They were polite, as you are to your neighbors, but the neighbors were never happy to have them there, and they were angry about the gentrification. They could see the changes happening, and they were upset. When they did the construction, the neighbors were furious. They were furious at all the trash that was being thrown away, and they were angry at the lack of respect. <br><br>The neighbors have lived there their whole lives. Many of them are retired now, or close to it. For them, their houses are their memories and their history. They have spent decades building their homes. They take pride in their homes. They have lived through the city's disinvestment in their community. They have lived through the crack epidemic, the heroin epidemic, and the gentrification. They have lived through the decline of their community, the neglect, the harassment, and the policing. They have seen the city change time and time again. The gentrification has brought in a lot of investment, but it has destroyed a lot of what made the community thrive. Many people have been displaced, and the neighbors have seen the community that they grew up in be destroyed. They have seen their friends and family move away. They have seen the city take over their park and their community center. They have seen the city bring in new businesses, but these businesses aren't for them. They cater to the wealthy newcomers, not to the long-time residents. <br><br>I feel awful. I feel like my family has hurt this community. We have contributed to the gentrification. We are part of the reason why they are being pushed out. I feel so terrible about this. I don't know how to make it right. I want to help them. I want to do something to help the community. I want to stop my family from continuing to hurt them. I want to make a difference. I want to help them preserve their history. I want to help them hold on to their memories. I want to help them preserve their community. I want to help them thrive again. I want to help them take back their community center. I want to help them get their park back. I want to help them stop the gentrification. I want to help them bring back their small businesses. I want to help them bring back their culture. I want to help them bring back their community. I want to help. <br><br>I don't know where to start. I don't know how to help. I don't know what to do. I feel so powerless. I feel so guilty. I feel so terrible. I feel so awful. I don't know what to do. I want to help. I want to make a difference. I want to make it right. I want to stop my family from hurting them. I want to help them thrive again. I want to help them hold on to their history. I want to help them preserve their culture. I want to help them bring back their community. I want to help them stop the gentrification. I want to help. I want to make a difference. I want to make it right. I want to help. I want to make a difference. I want to make it right.<br><br>How should I proceed? <br><br>&#x200B;