Dear Paul Craig
Roberts. In your Jan 3, 2008 article, you said: �Take heed, ye red-blooded
American males. The police are operating a new sting designed to destroy your
�The police are
planting attractive women half-naked in parks. They entice passing males,
engage them in conversation, lay back, spread their legs and rest their feet on
the men's shoulders.
�After being as friendly
and suggestive as possible, they ask to see your penis.
�Don't show it to
them. You are being filmed by police. If you show your penis, you will be
arrested as a pervert.� Ah c�mon, Mr. Roberts, you didn�t write this on New
Year�s Eve, did you, perhaps a bit too much bubbly down the old hatch?
Having spent 69 (no
sexual innuendo intended) years living in New York City, no one, females or
males, have ever performed the above actions in my direction, and folks tell me
I am and have been a reasonably attractive guy. Of course, there have been a
few �easies� in my walk through the dark wood of error, �Hello, do you come
here often, yes, and off to the bedroom.� But no one was following with a
camera, steadicam, or long-lens chopper.
On the other hand, as
an open-eyed New Yorker, I can guide you to certain streets and muttering
retreats where anything goes. For instance, the lower West 20s, along 10th
Avenue have been a hooker haven for years. The ladies are clad only in items
from Victoria�s Secret to fulfill the buyer�s fantasies with just a look, and
hopefully more. In winter, a fur jacket, or full-length coat, keeps them warm
between tricks and flashing their heat.
But they are pros,
prostitutes if you will, whose first question will be, �Do you wanta go out?�
And if you say yes, you�ll get the dating price list, from A to Z. This is
called prostitution, a thriving (if not throbbing) industry in New York City.
I�m sure the cops (as
well as the pimps and Mafia) are getting a piece of the action for looking the
other way, but so it goes in Gotham and any big city, including LA�s Sunset
Boulevard, the boardwalk (and hotels) of Atlantic City, et al, and the local
bars of most of our major hotels. People will be people.
In fact, years ago
when my wife, first two children and I resided on West 85th Street between
Broadway and West End Ave, the Broadway corner featured a stylish men�s store,
and in front of the chic dummies dressed to the nines, were some chic hookers
dressed in less than the nines. It was something out of Genet or Bertolt
The kids got a kick
out of them. The hookers wandered in their short-shorts and gauzy tops from
West 85th Street up Broadway to 96th Street, the cut-off point between the
gentrified co-ops and the renter�s no-man�s land that eventually gentrified as
well. The cops shuttled the �ladies of the evening� up and farther down
Broadway as the complaints came in or abated. Ironically, most of the girls�
trade were middle-aged men from Jersey in their cars, escaping whatever
suburban hells they�d moved to.
The girl�s opener was
consistently �wanna go out?� Of course, their patrons included locals as well,
who shuttled them off to single room occupancy hotels or perhaps more showy
Today, even in summer
when New York is a virtual cornucopia of luscious womanhood barely clad, I have
never witnessed such a bare-breasted, brazen come on, nor have I seen anyone
else so propositioned. Perhaps in Berliner Park in Columbus, Ohio, it�s
possible. But then it�s Ohio, where Bush managed to turn some marvelous tricks
hacking the vote a number of times and no one caught him with his Dick out.
Also, there are
pockets like the above mentioned around and about New York, in the hotel
districts, side streets, and tourist potholes. You can�t miss them.
As to your second
assertion, I believe it is both true and pathetic: �The corrupt New York Police
Department ensnared 300 innocents during 2007 via �Operation Lucky Bag.� Police
place IPods, cell phones, wallets, and shopping bags containing items in New
York subway stations. The items appear to be dropped, lost, or abandoned.
Anyone who picks up one of the planted items is arrested for �subway grand
police atrocity is in conflict with New York law, which allows someone who
finds property 10 days to turn it in to the police or to find the owner.
�The corrupt NYPD
says that the property left as bait has not been abandoned, but is the property
actively left by an officer who is still in the vicinity."
Yet, 300 innocents
out of several million people riding the subways each day are not great numbers
for New York�s finest. So I don�t find �Op Lucky Bag� nearly as pernicious as
the number and frequency of police shootings and murders of black and Hispanic
youth in Harlem, Bed Sty, El Barrio, Alphabet City, in the depths of North
Brooklyn and South Bronx, the far reaches of Queens and Staten Island on a
nearly weekly basis for as long as I can remember.
I�m frankly sick of
the police cop-outs that they thought the victim had a gun that turned out to
be his beeper or cellphone. That after the victim swallowed up to 40 or 50
slugs shot by ill-trained, trigger happy drop-outs in police blue, or worse,
veterans of many years. I�m appalled by the carnage of �law enforcement�
bloodied streets on an on-going basis.
disgusted by the over-presence of cops at anything that approaches a political
rally, in which some activist group is trying to express their right to freedom
of expression. This going back to the awful 2004 Republican National
Convention, during which thousands of protestors (perfectly within their
rights) where trapped in orange nets and carried off in Third Reich-like vans
to �warehouses� to await the spurious justice of the �system.�
What�s more, no less
than billionaire Mayor Mike, now poised to jump into the national election as
an Independent (creep), denied the use of the Sheep Meadow and other parts of
Central Park for antiwar rallies on the basis that we would �ruin the grass.�
This while the nation was being ruined by Iraq�s debacle and the crop of
another generation cut down in battle as it cut down the Iraqis, Afghans, and
others mercilessly, the uber police force so to speak.
To them all, from the
mayor to the president, I show them my penis for the obscenity of nearly eight
years of brutality, the rape of the Constitution, our Civil Rights, the Geneva
Conventions, and the very fabric of our justice system, not to mention the
totally unconscionable Inside Job of 9/11, the inciting incident of this mass,
historical indecency. On the above points I believe we are in total agreement.
And, as a life-long New Yorker, I thank you for your concern with the wasted
quality of life in our once-fair city.
Jerry Mazza is a freelance writer living in New York City. Reach him at email@example.com.