Brooding Cynyc

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

THE PERILS OF POLITICAL CORRECTNESS

THE COSMETIC REWRITING OF OUR PAST

HISTORY IS LINEAR, OUR THINKING NEED NOT BE

The mosaic tile design, meant to represent Times Square’s status as the “crossroads of the world,” in a subway station on Friday.

Transit officials have decided to alter the design, which has been compared to the Confederate flag.

Credit Richard Drew/Associated Press

TAGS: CHARLOTTESVILLE UNREST, ALT-RIGHT, ANTIFA, PRESIDENT TRUMP,

NYC, TIMES SQUARE, NYC SUBWAY SYSTEM, MONUMENTS IN NYC

(Saturday August 19, 2017, Henry Hudson Park, The Bronx, NYC) To native New Yorkers Times Square has had many differing distinctions. It is a world-famous landmark, the literal intersection of major surface arteries, the “Big Bow-tie”, The Great White Way and the Crossroads of the World. It anchors our flagship Borough and has been widely celebrated in prose and song. Beneath the glitzy facades of this latest “Disney World-esque” iteration the real vital arteries of our City course through a subterranean complex of subway tunnels, station platforms, and walkways. Ours is the most famous subway system in the world and the most heavily traveled in America with over 4 million riders a day commuting to and from here and there.

As harried commuters, we don’t often have the luxury of admiring the ornate intricate mosaics of tile-work that line the underground walls and station stops. But there are off-peak moments as we wait for the train that we might glance over at the adjacent platform and appreciate all that beautiful tiling artistry. Some of the finest work of this kind can be found among the oldest stations many of which have been restored over the last 20 years to their original vibrancy.

In light of recent events across the country where statues, monuments and other forms of visual representation of famous (or infamous depending on a host of personal variables) men from our unique history have created a backlash. Certainly, the most controversy centers around memorials and monuments to military figures from our Civil War that are splashed across the Deep South and border states; the old configuration of the “Confederacy”. But here in New York City, perhaps the “Heart of the Union” we are home to hundreds of statues and all other pieces of art depicting great men from our City’s history, our State’s history, as well as the history of our Country since its inception. The growing protestations surrounding all such representation now extends not only to piece of commemoratory art but also to names of neighborhoods, streets and landmarks throughout our Five Boroughs.

From this vantage point at 227th St and Henry Hudson Park it seems ludicrous that the efforts of some to create a nation governed by “Political Correctness” have no bounds in their militant desires towards that end. Henry Hudson the 17th century explorer is now being cast by some along with other of our most notable historical figures as “criminals” and “exploiters of Native Americans”. The current political climate and the Trump Presidency have been cited as catalysts for the many various protest groups and all those who wish to rewrite our nation’s history by eradicating any symbols or semblance of recognition of the men who so profoundly shaped our history, in all its often-inglorious imperfections. And now part of that fight includes a mosaic in the Times Square subway 40th St entrance and is repeated for several lengths of that corridor that, to some, bears an uncomfortable resemblance to the Confederate battle flag. This thinking, the creative extrapolation of an ideology erroneously, carelessly juxtaposed on a truly neutral piece of work or other form of free expression, represents a real and present danger to the fabric of our Democratic Republic.

THE COSMETICS OF REWRITING HISTORY

The events of the past week indicate a national Rorschach Test along the regional/political/ideological fissures impelling the debate about Race. It is laughable however to witness the mass media “grappling” with issues including “moral equivalency”, “White supremacy/nationalism”, and the fitness or unfitness of President Donald Trump to “faithfully carry out the” complex duties and staggering responsibilities of his Office. The debates raging on many and varied fronts have come to completely obscure the very real demands of governing not only by our President but by our abysmally inept, Congress as well. There has been no oxygen to support any semblance of a “Trump Agenda”; the only forces flowing through Washington DC are the vile and vitriolic long standing competing narratives of our nation’s racial history.

Anyone with even the shallowest familiarity with current events and the “news” knows most of the particulars of how a protest against the removal of a statue of Robert E. Lee from a local park in Charlottesville, Virginia by members of the “Alt-Right” and semi-fringe various groups constituting a coalition calling themselves “Unite the Right” turned violently ugly on Friday August 11^th. The following day a counter-protest of sorts coordinated by a similarly loosely connected movement known as “Antifa” (short for anti-Fascism) also turned violent and fatal after a marcher was killed by an auto driven by an avowed “Alt-Right” member. These events triggered a cascade of demonstrations, marches, and protests on all sides. Throwing rhetorical gas on the fires already blazing, President Trump in his notoriously inelegant, clumsy, off-the cuff remarks during an unusually combative confrontation with the press in the lobby of Trump Tower in NYC on Tuesday ignited a firestorm of outrage from all quarters.

Apparently, the President did not sufficiently excoriate “Neo-Nazis”, White Supremacists, White Nationalists, and their associated groups to satisfy the press. Soon politicians were crawling out from under the rocks they live in while Congress is on recess to blast the President. Quickly the Trump Administration was engaged in a full-frontal assault from the blatantly hostile press and self-serving politicos alike. Various business titans and CEO’s appointed by the President to serve on a handful of advisory boards began bailing out claiming they could not support the President any longer.

THE ANCHOR OF HISTORY

The pace of the world has accelerated dramatically over the last 20 years. Around the globe there is conflict and turmoil, instability, wars, and unprecedented humanitarian crises. It seems that each day (or news cycle) that we are sailing blindly through turbulent uncharted seas. One of the many purposes of history, or preserving the lessons from our collective pasts, is to provide context and perspective; everything old is new again and in the annals of history lay the nuggets of wisdom that can produce solutions to the problems that roil not only our society but the world community writ large. Many of the memorial sites, monuments and other depictions of important events and people from our past bear the inscription “Lest We Forget”. This simple three-word phrase itself carries the wisdom of the ages; those who forget the past mistakes are doomed to repeat them.

There is a cyclical element to history. Surely the times and the people, societies and cultures are continuously evolving often at break-neck speed yet we can usually locate historic corollaries, eras of similarity that are endowed with a specific gravity that might serve well in the present. Yes, history is linear. Our thinking need not be. The anchors that moor our past firmly to the shore of reality need not imprison our thinking today and for all our tomorrows. The past does indeed hold timeless wisdom but it often takes careful examination to ascertain its current relevancy. What we choose to remember and revere are not necessarily one in the same; distinctions can be drawn while maintain a steadfast hand on the helm of current relevance. But it is a fool’s errand indeed to make any attempts, no matter how cosmetic or “noble”, to divorce ourselves from our past.

Sunday, August 6, 2017

HONORING THE LIFE OF AN NYPD OFFICER

WHO WE CELEBRATE IN DEATH
SPEAKS VOLUMES ON WHO WE VALUE IN LIFE

A street ceremony was held for NYPD Randolph Holder Jr. who died in the line of duty.

TAGS: NYPD DETECTIVE HOLDER, STREET RENAMING, LINE OF DUTTY DEATH,

PUBLIC SERVCIE VS STREET FAME,

CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, ALEX HALEY V MIKE TYSON, RODNEY KING, LA 1992,

NYC “ROTTING APPLE”, NYPD EFFORTS BIG APPLE

(Friday August 4, 2017 Collier Ave., Far Rockaway, Queens, NYC) Fulton Street in the Clinton Hill section of Brooklyn is, as the crow flies, a baker’s dozen miles from Collier Avenue in the Far Rockaway enclave of Queens. Where that particular section of Brooklyn is benefiting to some degree from gentrification after being infamous for decades as a hotbed of violence, drug abuse, criminality, and urban decay, South Queens has always had a sense of safety and security; it is still working to recover from the devastation left by Hurricane Sandy in 2012.

Today memorial ceremonies were held in each location celebrating the lives of “native sons”. That the ceremonies for each man occurred on the same day will forever be the only commonality between them; they were as different in life as they are in death. One was a career criminal who died in a hail of bullets. The other was a third generation NYPD Officer who was shot dead in the Line of Duty. They were born and raised in abutting Boroughs into secure environments yet they made diametrically opposed choices that would forever define their lives.

Hours ago, a neighborhood basketball court was opened and christened as the Christopher “Biggie” Wallace Courts at the Crispus Attucks Playground near the border of Bed-Stuy. Shortly after and a world away, a street naming ceremony was held dedicating the intersection of Briar Place and Collier Avenue in Far Rockaway as Detective Randolph Holder Way. If our society can be judged by who and what we celebrate, of our priorities, values, and character, today’s media coverage of these two events speaks volumes regarding what we do and do not deem worthy of mention. The Notorious B.I.G. park dedication, as he came to be known, was covered widely in all major media outlets in NYC while the ceremony in Far Rockaway was covered solely by the New York Post. But this disparity is nothing new. The profound rifts and schisms bemoaned by media and politicos of all stripes are just the most recent baring of decades long outright antagonisms, sporadic upheavals, and entrenched attitudes. It did not take a President Obama or a President Trump to shake some of the dusty cobwebs off our most ossified perceptions on race, poverty, drug abuse, crime, broken families, and the malignant cluster of thorny issues under the rubric of urban decay.

ALEX HALEY VS MIKE TYSON

There could not be a more bizarre pairing of famous African American men in the history of late 20^th century America. Alex Haley’s groundbreaking 1976 novel “Roots” became an epic TV mini-series that transfixed the country in 1977. The story recounted the real history of his family ancestors from slavery to the post-Civil War years. His work spawned a movement that created Black Studies, African American history, and all manner of Afrocentric academic programs across the campuses of our colleges and universities. Haley was not a talented and gifted “African American author”, he simply was one of the greatest writers of his generation and his impressive collection of works rank among the most influential of his day and times. He died on February 10^th, 1992. Many media outlets gave short shrift to his passage aside from the brief, pot boiler obits in some newspapers.

Perhaps there was a reason aside from lack of interest in the paucity of coverage his death received. Something that was obviously more important, of far greater significance and cultural gravity also occurred that day in an Indianapolis, Indiana courtroom. Mike Tyson, the most feared heavyweight boxer of his time was found guilty of raping a Miss Black Teen pageant contestant. The Tyson story was a literal media frenzy while Haley’s death was a media afterthought. Many Black communities across the country protested via blatant civil disobedience over the fact that Tyson had been convicted. This roiling anger and resentment in many Black communities would be in full throttled evidence a few weeks later after the four Los Angeles Police Officers who were captured on film beating an unarmed convicted felon, Rodney King, were all acquitted of all but one minor charge. The violence and riots that ensued reverberate in many pockets of South Central LA and elsewhere to this day. Many point to that particular case as the genesis of the widespread distrust of and hostility to the Police within Black America.

B.I.G. VERSUS BIGGER AND BETTER

Young Christopher Wallace was a good student. By age 12 he had added minor drug dealing to his curriculum. His physical size enhanced his nascent street image and allowed a penchant for intimidation and violence to flourish. He eventually dropped out of school and began associating with others involved in the growing rap music scene in Brooklyn. As time went by he gained some success and local notoriety that set him on the road to national acclaim among the rap music audience. The details of his life from that point on are irrelevant since he cast his loyalty to rappers on the West coast. There had been a low-level war of insults, “dissing”, and malignant competition between the New York City bred rappers and their counterparts in Los Angeles. He was shot to death on March 9^th, 1997 and his case remains open.

On October 20^th, 2015 NYPD Officer Randolph Holder was assigned to a housing unit in East Harlem ad responded to a call of shots fired at 420 E. 102 street. Callers to 911 reported gunfire between members of rival gangs. Holder wound up in foot pursuit of one suspect when that individual stopped suddenly and shot Holder in the forehead. His killer was apprehended shortly thereafter, PO Holder died almost immediately.

Biggie Smalls, another moniker Christopher Wallace employed, died as he lived. His music has been dubiously hailed for its “’authenticity” with the New York Times going as far as calling him “The Bard of Brooklyn”. A morbidly obese career criminal and self-designated “thug”, “gansta”, and “strong arm drug dealer” could not hold a candle to the dedicated, courageous Police Officer that gave his life in the service of our City. That their lives and deaths were celebrated so differently is a shame; it is actually an insult to all MOS, past and present, of the NYPD. Once a society elevates obscure people to the heights of acclaim for their “talents”, however banal and overlooks those among us who serve unselfishly and literally put their lives on the line after time they go to work, there is an erosive force at play.

CULTURE AND SOCIETY

Often it is necessary to juxtapose events against each other in the effort to find moral clarity. What transpired today in Brooklyn and Queens stand in stark contrast to each other; simply by memorializing the lives and deaths of two New Yorkers who’d walked such divergent paths, says much about our priorities. The political environment of today reflects the many gulfs straining the cohesiveness of our society. The multiple fractures evidenced only serve s borders of the divisions that wrack society. New Yorkers of every political and apolitical affiliation share points of agreement if they’d step aside from behind the shields of their core beliefs. The dramatic transformation of New York City in 1992 as compared to today are as profound as they can be. It took people to “cross” Party lines to elect Rudy Giuliani to the Office of the Mayor in the hopes that a “Republican” tough on crime, former federal prosecutor could and would take what was our “Rotting Apple” back to our rightful place among the greatest cities in the world.

From 1993 until 2014 strong Mayors, Giuliani and Mike Bloomberg, each coupled by effective NYPD Commissioners exerted the monumental forces required to “clean up” our City. The process was not always pretty nor was it without controversy however, one cannot deny the results. But in the slow yet steady swing of the societal pendulum, the very creative, proactive strategies and tactics that allowed the NYPD to achieve what seemed an impossible goal, have now come under scrutiny. People have short memories. Anyone among us who lived through those darkest or dark years of 2000 plus homicides a year and the staggering rates of crime of all categories, cannot help but acknowledge just how far we have come.

The politics of race are always in the shadow of every discussion of culture and society. A small coterie of “activists” have emerged from the flames of places like Ferguson, Missouri and Baltimore and have capitalized on the knotty issues of relations between the Police and the public, particularly the Black public. The “Black Lives Matter” (BLM) ‘movement’, such as it is has no relation to the principled individuals who over 50 years ago lead the legal and political struggle for Civil Rights. PO Holder was a Black man shot dead by a black gangbanger; where was the outrage? Where was the BLM protesters? The overwhelming majority of violence and street crime is Black on Black. Again, where are the BLM agitators? Black America is not the only constituency that can speak from both sides of their mouths when it suits their “cause”. But they are the most hyperbolically hypocritical. If all Black lives matter why are these self-appointed leaders and activists protesting nightly on the streets of the south side of Chicago; a major American city that has been in the suffocating embrace of gun violence and murder for the last few years. Perhaps the reality of Chicago is not of interest to the BLM movement?

REST IN PEACE, SIR

The sun will come up tomorrow bathing Brooklyn and Queens in its summer light and heat. Kids will play at the new basketball courts in Brooklyn while people in Far Rockaway will go about their business and crossing the street at the newly designated Detective Randolph Holder Way. To some, perhaps many, the designation of each of those locals will not register; others will perhaps remember the men whose names are now synonymous with each place. That is just the ebb and flow of life in our vast City.

Biggie Smalls may very well remain in the consciousness of young African Americans for his music and the gangbanging life he lauded in his raps. So be it.

PO Randolph Holder posthumously promoted to Detective, will forever be Honored, Remembered, and Respected for his Service and Sacrifice. The institutional memory of the NYPD will see to that. Rest Easy, Detective, Rest Easy in the Light and Presence of the Lord. Fidelis Ad Mortem.

Thursday, July 6, 2017

REST IN PEACE OFFICER FAMILIA

BRONX OFFICER ASSASSINATED

TOUGH COP DOING A TOUGH JOB IN A TOUGH PRECINCT

WAS 12 YEAR VETERAN AND MOTHER OF THREE

(Wednesday July 5, 2017 46^th Precinct) The audio released of the radio call NYPD Officer Vincent Maher made immediately after his partner, PO Miosotsis Familia was shot in the head is chilling for any Cop to hear. There is no mistaking the urgent terror in his voice as PO Familia lay bleeding. "Shots fired! 10-85!"… "My partner's shot! My partner's shot! Hurry up central!". The radio code 10-85 means “Officer down” and no other code propels fellow Officers into an adrenaline rush as those words still echo where ever they are heard. Despite the frantic and hasty response by EMS to the scene of the shooting and the efforts of the ER doctors at St. Barnabas Hospital Officer Familia’s life could not be saved. Officer Familia’s life’s work intersected with evil as she sat in the Mobile Command Unit parked on 183^rd St. & Morris Avenue. The assailant, a lifelong criminal ex-con was shot and killed a short time later by other Officers assigned to the 46.

Officer Familia was not shot while on patrol. She was not killed during an altercation while assigned to a plainclothes Street Crime Unit in the 46th Precinct. No. Her life was ended by a single bullet to her head as she sat near the end of her tour doing paperwork in a Mobile Command Unit parked at East 183rd Street,and Morris Avenue in Fordham Heights. She was assassinated, pure and simple. There can be no “motive”, no cause, no reason for her cold-blooded murder excepting the fact she met her fate by the hands of evil.

Evil, in this case has a name and face yet there is nothing about the assailant’s life that was in any way, shape or fashion redeemable; his brand of evil was not the product of all the usual “societal ills” typically pulled out for display by the media. If he grew up in poverty, used drugs, began committing petty crime as a juvenile is all irrelevant. Alexander Bonds’ life was not one of victim-hood; his life was defined by evil, to think otherwise is simply inconsistent with the truth. As is so often the case, his penchant for evil was a matter of choice and he chose to allow the inherent evil within to flourish. After meeting his own fate from the bullets of other Officers, a few short blocks away his lifeless body laid on the sidewalk as just another piece of gutter trash – scum – as useless a carcass in death as it was during his life.

Details are emerging regarding Bond’s mental health history, psychiatric medications prescribed to him, as well as his public conduct in the neighborhoods he frequented. His girlfriend has claimed she tried to have him admitted to a hospital earlier in the day and that he had a history of previous hospitalizations for psychiatric issues. Whatever his diagnosis, disposition, conditions or circumstances he murdered an NYPD Officer simply because she was a Cop. Assigning any greater "motive" to his vile act is disingenuous at best, blindly liberal at worst. He killed a Cop because he wanted to, because he chose to, because it was his nature. On his "medications" or not Bond was a worthless, violent, hate filled nobody.

Bond had posted several anti-Police rants on Facebook in the past as well as in the days leading up to his heinous act. He allegedly told family members and friends that he “wants to kill somebody”. He followed through on his twisted desire by assassinating PO Miosotis Familia. That he was killed soon after is a rare episode of “street justice” that no doubt spared the taxpayers of New York the expenses of incarcerating this worthless scum.

His name will soon recede from the public’s consciousness being remembered only by those he was most closely related to. PO Familia’s name will forever be honored, remembered, and respected for her Service and Sacrifice. God Bless, Officer, God Bless and Godspeed.