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Entries in new york (29)

Monday
Aug122013

NYT: Judge Rules NYC's "Stop-And-Frisk" Violates Rights

Dealing a blow to New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg's fondness for fighting crime by stopping every black and Latino kid in New York City, a federal judge has ruled that the NYPD's "Stop-And-Frisk" violates the fourth Amendment of the Constitution. That's the one that deals with illegal search and seizures without a warrant. The judge also "called for a federal monitor to oversee broad reforms."

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Monday
Apr222013

The Snob Is Heading to New York City This Week

Birds gotta fly. Bees gotta sting. And I gotta move around every couple weeks or so or I get bored. Yours truly is heading back to New York City this week both for work and to catch up with old friends. (And to get the rest of my stuff finally out of my roommate's apartment.) So if you barely hear from me this week, that's the reason why. I'm off gallivanting and grinding, getting my job on. And visit on. Amongst other things. 

 

 

 

Monday
Oct012012

Three Weeks Down, Still Haven't Run From NYC Screaming

Photo Credit, Danielle Belton, Manhattan 2009

"New York seemed to always trigger the worst of my illness due to the overwhelmingness of the EVERYTHING that makes New York... New York. The noise. Tons of people living on top of each other. The crowds. The subway. The ten-thousand year old, now blackened chewing gum on the sidewalk. How every day seemed like garbage pick up day from the amount of black bags piled on the street corners. The lights. The colors. The concrete. I couldn't turn it off. My OCD is the least strongest feature in my illness, but it comes full force in New York. And because I have the least practical exprience with my OCD, it's the one I handle the worst. It's the sort of thing that makes me fly into a rage because no matter how much you clean you can't get rid of dirt older than you on a NYC pre-war apartment floor short of blowing it all up and starting all over again. It's the sort of thing where I'm so exhausted by the end of the day that if my friends -- first Hopi and later, Jada -- can't come get me I just devolve into tears and dysfunction."

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