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Here’s a genius idea during a recession:

Increase the cost of public transportation while you also cut service.

This could have been avoided (or at least somewhat mitigated) by imposing a toll on the Harlem and East River bridges. Some Democrats, though, opposed that measure, because they don’t think drivers should have to subsidize public transportation. I’ll just quote Baratunde:

Wrong. You SHOULD tax drivers precisely to subsidize public transit. That’s how it works. You tax the bad, evil, planet-melting crap to encourage a less apocalypse-inducing lifestyle. We tax smokers to subsidize health care, and we should probably tax short-sighted, incumbent politicians to subsidize the campaigns of thinking people who will run them out of office.

NYPD accused of raping intoxicated woman

Following in the wake of the beating of a 15-year-old girl by county cops in Washington state, and adding to the growing mountain of police brutality against women I am even more disheartened to hear about another set of accusations of police violence. This time, two male cops escorted a drunk woman to her home in the East Village, then returned to her apartment twice in the early hours of the morning. On their third visit, something happened. The cops are calling it sex; the investigators are dubious; the woman reported it later that day as a rape.

The thought of two police officers, supposedly entrusted with the safety of the people, taking advantage of an intoxicated woman makes me want to puke. This story has unfolded in the city’s media over the last few days. First the accusation and investigation, including a discovery of heroin and the “personal information” of other neighborhood women in the accused rapist’s locker. I don’t know what “personal information” means. A little black book of women he could go have sex with while on duty? Photos? Stalking notes? Who the hell knows. (The guy is married with two kids, incidentally.)

Yesterday, it came to light that multiple surveillance cameras had caught the officers’ comings and goings throughout the night, even though they appeared to be trying to stay out of sight of the building’s main security camera. Once again, I have perturbed and mixed feelings that the constant surveillance we live under around here (and in so many other cities) actually helps document abuses of power and violence against women. In this case, friends of the woman went to a nearby bar later the same day to ask the owner for surveillance footage.

Today, the younger cop told investigators that his senior partner did have sex with the woman they helped home. He claimed it was consensual. According to the NY Post, investigators are not buying that story. She was too drunk to walk by herself less than two hours before the time of the alleged rape, according to witnesses and cameras. And she certainly didn’t think it was consensual: the next day, she told the district attorney’s office it was rape.

UPDATE 3/4: Today the New York Post is reporting that the junior officer is now saying that his partner raped the woman while he stood by, and that he will testify against the accused.

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Disrupting Bloomberg

Dissent has been bubbling up more and more frequently here in the cold, snow-blown streets of New York. The other day, when it was announced that Wall Street was using its bailout funds to hand out record bonuses to its employees, I started hearing murmurs of discontent and talk of tarring and feathering stock brokers even amongst normally placid centrist liberals. There are a lot of people here in this city, and most of us are not benefiting from the economic bailouts that are lining the pockets of a few companies and their favored employees.

This afternoon, our fairly clueless mayor was having a lunch to discuss the future of New York City. The price per seat: $249. The intended guests: the elite business people of the city. You know, CEOs. Heads of major law firms. All the people that decide “the future of New York City.” The ones who decided that the present involves fat Christmas bonuses for them and theirs.

Fortunately, some of the other 99% of the city’s people with an interest in our future decided to crash the party.

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Jon Stewart takes on Gaza

He’s braver than me, that’s for sure.

The best part, in my opinion (sorry, don’t have time for a full transcript, but hopefully one will surface somewhere):

Bloomberg: If you’re in your apartment and some emotionally disturbed person is banging on your door, screaming “I’m going to come through this door and kill you!” do you want us to respond with one police officer, which is proportional, or with all the resources at our command?

Stewart: I guess it depends if I forced that guy to live in my hallway… and go through checkpoints every time he has to take a shit! But then again, by removing him by force… I guess if you believe that there are no more crazy people in New York… oookay!

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I Am Sean Bell

This short documentary, I Am Sean Bell: Black Boys Speak by Stacey Muhammad is exactly what it sounds like.  Black boys (between the ages of 11 and 13), along with their parents, speak about the brutal murder of Sean Bell by police officers, the effect it has had on their communities, and their heartbreaking fear, spurned by growing up as young black men in our racist society, of Sean Bell’s fate someday being theirs.

It’s definitely worth a watch.  But be warned that it does contain some scenes of graphic violence.

h/t Cripchick

UPDATE: Check out Renee’s excellent post on this video, from the perspective of a black mother who fears for her sons.

How not to bomb your neighborhood deli

I went into the deli near my subway station in Harlem earlier this evening to buy a beverage and a pack of cigarettes. As I was paying, I heard someone yell “Go! Go!” and saw someone run in through the doorway and back out. At the same time, a flaming can of gasoline crashed into the middle of the store, about a yard away from me. Everyone in the room kind of stared in horror for a second, and I think I dropped my purchases as I backed away. The can had a burning rag stuck in it, and was leaking all over the place, so the flames started to spread quickly.

Some employees tried to douse the fire but only succeeded in spreading it further, and one man ended up running out of the store with his leg ablaze. I ducked behind a rack of potato chips in time to hear a loud “POP” as part of the can burst, sending more burning fluid all over the place. I decided that it was a Very Bad Idea to stay put, so I circled around the small room and made for the door. Unfortunately, there was so much burning detritus by this point that there were thigh-high flames in the way, so I decided to just run right through them. I made it out with just some gasoline burning itself off of my sneakers.

Nobody seemed to have any idea what the hell was going on, although one man said he saw “some crazy old guy” and there was general suspicion that it was a disgruntled patron of the deli. It’s a muslim-run establishment, but it didn’t seem to be a hate crime on the surface of it — just another crazy night in New York. I used my remaining adrenaline to help smother and stomp out the flames as they dwindled, and only the gas can was left burning by the time the fire department showed up. The most important part of the whole incident was that nobody really got hurt. Fortunately, it was a very amateurishly constructed gasoline bomb, and there were a bunch of locals around who were all very eager to help. Or try and help — please note that flammable garbage, racks of snack cakes and buckets of water are among the things you should NOT pour on a gasoline fire. On the plus side, I guess your average gasoline isn’t really designed to explode like movies would have you believe — at least not when it’s in unpressurized liquid form and puddling on the floor. It just burns a bunch, so you have to avoid getting it on you.

I am now 5% better at “running through fires,” something which I used to be fairly afraid of doing. I guess I think of this kind of thing as a learning experience, and the last year has been chock full of them. A little over a year ago, I was in a group of people who got pepper-sprayed by the NYPD for questioning their detainment of a young black man. Not long after, I was stalked and harassed all the way uptown from Times Square by a psycho loser who got mad when I wouldn’t give him my phone number, and only ran away when I went to get a subway station manager. Then in the spring, I managed to get mugged and scraped myself up trying to chase down the punk who robbed me.

I’ve lived here for over ten years now, and although I had one roommate who was mugged, I’ve never had such a spate of crazy semi-violent and violent incidents. It’s probably just the luck of the draw, and New York does tend to get a rowdier sometimes (moreso in the summer, but sometimes around the holidays) but who knows? Maybe things are getting worse, maybe they’re not. What crazy things happen in your neck of the woods?

On Increasing Poverty and Homelessness

The above video really did break my heart. On the one hand, I really do worry that there’s something exploitative about filming and watching this man’s pain. On the other hand, I feel like we need to watch, and turning away is just another way of excusing and reinforcing the system that created this man’s desperate situation, and that of the many men and women like him. Renee has some excellent thoughts on the matter.

And Sharkfu also has some thoughts on those who were living in poverty before this most recent economic crisis.

In related news, I was just reading this article about a plan in New York City to cut access to shelter for homeless men.

That alternative system is composed of eight drop-in centers, which have showers and seats but no beds. From there, homeless men can find one-night beds in churches and synagogues — or, if they can show they’ve been on the street for more than nine months, they can use city-run safe-haven beds. But each night, more than 500 hundred people, on average, end up sleeping in the chairs at the drop-in centers — some by choice and some because there are not enough beds in the faith-based centers.

Saying that it is looking to revamp the system so that homeless men don’t sleep in chairs anymore, the city wants to close the drop in centers at 8 p.m., starting in June 2009. In return, it will add to the number of faith-based and other easy-to-access beds. “What is most important is that at the end of the night, individuals are coming off the street into a bed,” said Heather Janik, the spokeswoman for the Department of Homeless Services.

But advocates for the homeless and some of the men and women who run the faith-based beds argue that the city doesn’t understand its audiences. “The city says it doesn’t like people sleeping on chairs at the drop in centers. We don’t particularly like that, either. But it is a better alternative than sending them back to the street, which is essentially what will happen, of they are told they must go to some kind of city facility,” said Douglas Grace, the director of outreach ministry at the Madison Avenue Presbyterian Church.

Clearly, this is horrible no matter what way you cut it, and seemingly based far more on aesthetics than on actual desire to help homeless people.  And NYC is apparently being even more thoughtless in preventing 22 churches from housing homeless people, due to enforcement of a silly ordinance.

But as I was reading this article, I just kept noticing the word “men.” Did the writer somehow just forget that women are homeless, too? Or are women actually not allowed in these shelters? Are there other shelters for women that are not being cut? Really, what of homeless women? After all, women do make up a significantly disproportionate number of those living below the poverty line, and homeless women are often rendered invisible in typical depictions of people who are homeless.  I’m very much concerned about the impact that this new plan will have on men, but I’m also concerned about the women who may either be affected as well or didn’t have access to these shelters to begin with, and who seem to be getting erased either way.  Can anyone shed some light?

Esmin Green

If this story doesn’t disgust you, I don’t know what will:

It was a nightmare captured on surveillance video. A woman who had waited nearly 24 hours to be seen in a Brooklyn public hospital collapsed, fell face-down on the floor, convulsed and for nearly an hour — while several hospital staff members looked at her and one staff member even prodded her with her foot — received no aid. At some point during that time, she died.

The New York Civil Liberties Union has been sounding the alarm about New York City hospitals for some time now, calling the emergency room and inpatient units at Kings County Hospital “a chamber of filth, decay, indifference and danger.” It’s disgusting that someone had to die before the city bothered doing anything about it.

And this is just the one that we know about because the video was released on YouTube. The callous disregard that the hospital employees showed to Esmin Green is not possibly a one-time occurrence. Ms. Green was a poor, mentally ill woman of color. She apparently didn’t matter one bit to the employees at the hospital who were supposed to be giving her care. I would bet everything I own that she is not the first “unimportant” patient to receive that kind of treatment — she is just the first to have her death broadcast on YouTube, and so she is the first that the city cannot turn a blind eye towards.

And via Panopticon in the comments:

A state agency, the New York State Mental Hygiene Legal Service, filed a lawsuit a year ago, calling the psychiatric center “a chamber of filth, decay, indifference and danger.”

Patients, the suit said, “are subjected to overcrowded and squalid conditions often accompanied by physical abuse and unnecessary and punitive injections of mind-altering drugs.”

“From the moment a person steps through the doors,” it added, “she is stripped of her freedom and dignity and literally forced to fight for the essentials of life.”

The suit was especially critical of the hospital’s emergency ward, saying it is so poorly staffed that patients are often marooned there for days while they wait to be evaluated.

Sometimes, the unit runs out of chairs, according to the lawsuit, forcing people to wait on foam mats or on the waiting room floor. The suit also claims that bathrooms are filthy and filled with flies, and that patients who complain too loudly are sometimes handcuffed, beaten or injected with psychotropic drugs.

In case this doesn’t make it clear, mental health (and health care in general) is a feminist issue. This should appall and enrage all of us.

And no, it’s not just a New York City thing. A similar incident happened in LA about a year ago; and it’s only the most shocking horror stories that get reported. Usually, the people who are neglected are so low on the social totem pole that their deaths are just swept under the rug — another crazy colored lady? Nothing to see here.

We’ve had a lot of conversations at Feministe lately about mental illness, disability, the words we use, and how all of that intersects with feminism. Esmin Green and Edith Rodriguez died in part because they were poor women of color without very much influence, access or power. They died because they sought help in a system that is over-burdened to the breaking point — a system that enables the people within it to make cruel choices and to perpetuate racist, sexist and ableist hierarchies in their jobs. Esmin Green wasn’t just a woman; she was a woman of color who was mentally ill. She was “crazy,” she was poor, and she didn’t appear to be particularly powerful, so she was left to die on the floor. We are a truly sick society when we allow these abuses to continue.

Trans Day of Action – Friday, June 27, NYC

Trans Day of Action

When: Friday, June 27, 2008 – 3:00pm
Where: Starting rally at City Hall Park, Manhattan, NY

Tomorrow is the fourth annual Trans Day of Action for Social and Economic Justice, organized by the TransJustice working group of the Audre Lorde Project. It’s the fourth year that I’ll be going and every year has been exciting, inspirational, and powerful. (You can read about the 2006 march here.) The Trans Day of Action is my favorite NYC Pride rally/march type event, because it’s both a powerful political demonstration and a strong celebration of our communities. It’s way more inclusive than the Dyke March in both the people it gathers together and the issues it addresses, and it’s obviously way more political than the very commercial and more mainstream big Pride march on Sunday. From the ALP website:

We call on our Trans and Gender Non-Conforming (TGNC) community and on all of our allies from many movements to join us for the 4th Annual Trans Day of Action for Social and Economic Justice. We as TGNC People of Color (POC) recognize the importance of working together alongside other movements to change the world we want to see. We live in a time when people of color, immigrants and poor people are disproportionately underserved, face higher levels of discrimination, heightened surveillance and experience increased violence at the hands of the state. It is critical that we unite and work together towards dismantling the transphobia, racism, classism, sexism, ageism, ableism, homophobia and xenophobia that permeates throughout our movements for social justice. Let’s come together to let the world know that TGNC rights will not be undermined and together we will not be silenced!

I strongly encourage folks in the NYC area to come out and march with us. It’s open to all allies, so anyone can (and should) come.

cross-posted at AngryBrownButch