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Staten Island man dies after NYPD cop puts him in chokehold — SEE THE VIDEO

A 400-pound asthmatic Staten Island dad died Thursday after a cop put him in a chokehold and other officers appeared to slam his head against the sidewalk, video of the incident shows.
“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!” Eric Garner, 43, repeatedly screamed after at least five NYPD officers took him down in front of a Tompkinsville beauty supply store when he balked at being handcuffed.
Within moments Garner, a married father of six children with two grandchildren, stopped struggling and appeared to be unconscious as police called paramedics to the scene. An angry crowd gathered, some recording with smartphones.
“When I kissed my husband this morning, I never thought it would be for the last time,” Garner’s wife, Esaw, told the Daily News.
She got no details from police until after she had gone to the hospital to identify his body, she said.
“I saw him with his eyes wide open and I said, ‘Babe, don’t leave me, I need you.’ But he was already gone,” she said.

and people wonder why black people don’t trust or have any love for cops. they murdered this man. this black man. and for what? fucking cigarettes. yea, WE’RE the fucking problem.
 






Nypd police are a plague on society.

  #how do you tag something so fucked up?
It’s easy actually

This happened not far from where I live. These cops are from the 120th precinct, and that precinct is notorious for this type of bullshit. It’s just that there usually isn’t video footage of their crimes. That said, this isn’t the first time they have killed before. One case that made the headlines back in the 90s was a young Black man they killed named Ernest Sayon. His parents were Liberian immigrants. Police said he “suffered a head injury” and just died at the hospital. No explanation. They said he was struggling and hit his head. The truth is that they viciously beat him up in his own apartment and he died because of it. People took to the streets in protest. The 120th precinct also has a holding cell and people have mysteriously died or committed suicide in there. These alleged suicides are always the same. Hanging in their cell. Those rarely make the news, and if they do, it doesn’t get coverage beyond the local Staten Island advance newspaper. Essentially, no one hears about it. If the victim has priors or is a felon, then you’ll definitely not here about it. Society tends to be uncaring towards victims who are felons.
The police here do “sweeps” where they will literally canvas a neighborhood and arrest dozens of Black men in the hopes that one of them has an outstanding warrant for something. They do it because they have quotas to fill. They are especially vicious in certain neighborhoods here like Park Hill, Stapleton, West Brighton, New Brighton, Tompkinsville, Arlington and Mariners Harbor. They operate like a gang. Also, plainclothes officers never identify themselves and they instigate on purpose. Conflicts arise because they never identify themselves as cops and they just start harassing people. People respond to what they rightfully assume is an attack and they arrest them for “assaulting an officer” and “resisting arrest”. They do whatever they like.
This is the reason why they were brazen about literally choking Eric Garner in public in broad day light. This is how they act and they get away with it. Staten Island is a bit different from the other 4 NYC boroughs. It’s the most outwardly hostile in terms of race relations. The North Shore is predominantly Black and Brown (though white people live here too). The South Shore is predominantly white. Black folks here know not to go to the South Shore alone, especially at night. Unless you’re a student athlete who plays football on one of the high school teams. Then you can bring your black ass over!
Outside of Black & Brown communities, the NYPD is heavily supported here. Every Italian and Irish person here seems to have a dad, brother, uncle, cousin or best friend who is a cop. Judges are their friends. District attorneys are their buddies. The guy who owns the local bar is the lieutenant’s brother-in-law. Some other guy’s grandfather knew the sergeant’s family back in the old country (Italy) etc. That’s how it goes. You’re just not going to win against these people. It’s a system and it goes beyond the cops. They’re all connected. The white folks here are compliant because these cops are their kin and they protect them at all costs, even when they kill.
Do you remember Justin Volpe? He was the cop who shoved a broomstick up Abner Louima's rectum. His crimes were so brutal that even he couldn't get away with it. Volpe is from Staten Island. He just worked at a Brooklyn precinct. Volpe got big time support here. His family is still here. They are “pillars of the community”.
I’ve been stopped and frisked here in the past so many times, particularly in the St. George area that one of the cops felt bad after a while because he realized he was stopping me all the time. The cops in the St. George area as well as the Staten Island ferry terminal with the K9 units are basically stationed there. The last time this cop stopped me, he just let me go. He didn’t do the routine pat down (including grabbing my junk), emptying my pockets, searching my bag and generally just wasting my time. I suppose he had some remnants of humanity left because he got ashamed that he was constantly harassing me. He was one of the “nice ones” I guess. His constant harassment and rummaging through my camera bag that yielded nothing but my camera and lenses embarrassed him. I never argue with cops (I’m not arguing with people that have guns), so even when they were rude and rough, I kept my cool. Plus, the St. George cops often have dogs. Not trying to get bit or shot.
I know the Staten Island cop mentality well. I went to school with them. I played football with and against them. All the degenerates, lowlifes, racists and scumbags I knew are now either cops or correction officers. The thing is this though, when you point this out, some apologist (always white) will start talking about how it’s “not all cops” and that some are good etc. This doesn’t matter. The system they serve is corrupt. They work with arrest quotas, which means they will violate and brutalize people to make numbers, including choking a man in broad day light until he dies.
I don’t expect anything major to happen to these cops that killed Mr. Garner. There will be an “internal investigation”, which just means their drinking buddies will overlook the case, maybe put them on desk duty or suspend them with pay. That’s how it goes.

The system, meant to protect the lives of local citizens, is clearly broken when it’s killing them instead. Thanks for the post - a nice, local snapshot of the situation.

atane:

slimgoodymakeba:

rissaisangry:

dglsplsblg:

Staten Island man dies after NYPD cop puts him in chokehold — SEE THE VIDEO

A 400-pound asthmatic Staten Island dad died Thursday after a cop put him in a chokehold and other officers appeared to slam his head against the sidewalk, video of the incident shows.

“I can’t breathe! I can’t breathe!” Eric Garner, 43, repeatedly screamed after at least five NYPD officers took him down in front of a Tompkinsville beauty supply store when he balked at being handcuffed.

Within moments Garner, a married father of six children with two grandchildren, stopped struggling and appeared to be unconscious as police called paramedics to the scene. An angry crowd gathered, some recording with smartphones.

“When I kissed my husband this morning, I never thought it would be for the last time,” Garner’s wife, Esaw, told the Daily News.

She got no details from police until after she had gone to the hospital to identify his body, she said.

“I saw him with his eyes wide open and I said, ‘Babe, don’t leave me, I need you.’ But he was already gone,” she said.

and people wonder why black people don’t trust or have any love for cops. they murdered this man. this black man. and for what? fucking cigarettes. yea, WE’RE the fucking problem.

 

Nypd police are a plague on society.

  #how do you tag something so fucked up?

It’s easy actually

This happened not far from where I live. These cops are from the 120th precinct, and that precinct is notorious for this type of bullshit. It’s just that there usually isn’t video footage of their crimes. That said, this isn’t the first time they have killed before. One case that made the headlines back in the 90s was a young Black man they killed named Ernest Sayon. His parents were Liberian immigrants. Police said he “suffered a head injury” and just died at the hospital. No explanation. They said he was struggling and hit his head. The truth is that they viciously beat him up in his own apartment and he died because of it. People took to the streets in protest. The 120th precinct also has a holding cell and people have mysteriously died or committed suicide in there. These alleged suicides are always the same. Hanging in their cell. Those rarely make the news, and if they do, it doesn’t get coverage beyond the local Staten Island advance newspaper. Essentially, no one hears about it. If the victim has priors or is a felon, then you’ll definitely not here about it. Society tends to be uncaring towards victims who are felons.

The police here do “sweeps” where they will literally canvas a neighborhood and arrest dozens of Black men in the hopes that one of them has an outstanding warrant for something. They do it because they have quotas to fill. They are especially vicious in certain neighborhoods here like Park Hill, Stapleton, West Brighton, New Brighton, Tompkinsville, Arlington and Mariners Harbor. They operate like a gang. Also, plainclothes officers never identify themselves and they instigate on purpose. Conflicts arise because they never identify themselves as cops and they just start harassing people. People respond to what they rightfully assume is an attack and they arrest them for “assaulting an officer” and “resisting arrest”. They do whatever they like.

This is the reason why they were brazen about literally choking Eric Garner in public in broad day light. This is how they act and they get away with it. Staten Island is a bit different from the other 4 NYC boroughs. It’s the most outwardly hostile in terms of race relations. The North Shore is predominantly Black and Brown (though white people live here too). The South Shore is predominantly white. Black folks here know not to go to the South Shore alone, especially at night. Unless you’re a student athlete who plays football on one of the high school teams. Then you can bring your black ass over!

Outside of Black & Brown communities, the NYPD is heavily supported here. Every Italian and Irish person here seems to have a dad, brother, uncle, cousin or best friend who is a cop. Judges are their friends. District attorneys are their buddies. The guy who owns the local bar is the lieutenant’s brother-in-law. Some other guy’s grandfather knew the sergeant’s family back in the old country (Italy) etc. That’s how it goes. You’re just not going to win against these people. It’s a system and it goes beyond the cops. They’re all connected. The white folks here are compliant because these cops are their kin and they protect them at all costs, even when they kill.

Do you remember Justin Volpe? He was the cop who shoved a broomstick up Abner Louima's rectum. His crimes were so brutal that even he couldn't get away with it. Volpe is from Staten Island. He just worked at a Brooklyn precinct. Volpe got big time support here. His family is still here. They are “pillars of the community”.

I’ve been stopped and frisked here in the past so many times, particularly in the St. George area that one of the cops felt bad after a while because he realized he was stopping me all the time. The cops in the St. George area as well as the Staten Island ferry terminal with the K9 units are basically stationed there. The last time this cop stopped me, he just let me go. He didn’t do the routine pat down (including grabbing my junk), emptying my pockets, searching my bag and generally just wasting my time. I suppose he had some remnants of humanity left because he got ashamed that he was constantly harassing me. He was one of the “nice ones” I guess. His constant harassment and rummaging through my camera bag that yielded nothing but my camera and lenses embarrassed him. I never argue with cops (I’m not arguing with people that have guns), so even when they were rude and rough, I kept my cool. Plus, the St. George cops often have dogs. Not trying to get bit or shot.

I know the Staten Island cop mentality well. I went to school with them. I played football with and against them. All the degenerates, lowlifes, racists and scumbags I knew are now either cops or correction officers. The thing is this though, when you point this out, some apologist (always white) will start talking about how it’s “not all cops” and that some are good etc. This doesn’t matter. The system they serve is corrupt. They work with arrest quotas, which means they will violate and brutalize people to make numbers, including choking a man in broad day light until he dies.

I don’t expect anything major to happen to these cops that killed Mr. Garner. There will be an “internal investigation”, which just means their drinking buddies will overlook the case, maybe put them on desk duty or suspend them with pay. That’s how it goes.

The system, meant to protect the lives of local citizens, is clearly broken when it’s killing them instead. Thanks for the post - a nice, local snapshot of the situation.

Reflections in Writing & in Running

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It’s been a while since I’ve been here, writing. It’s funny – I actually have so many more things thrown at me these days, things that I should be processing, mulling over, making use of by writing about them. But, without my 30-45 minute daily subway ride, without my morning runs in the park with JV, I seem to have lost a bit of my space, my momentum for reflection. As last semester wrapped up, in the midst of finals and just before holiday break, a bunch of us lady MBA candidates got together for dinner. Because a break from studying sounded nice and because many of us would be jetting off to new locations in January. During dinner, a classmate brought up a lack of reflection in the program; that critique resonated not just with me, but with many of us.

For me, part of the problem with blogging is that, as a communications person, as someone who thinks that words are not just strings of letters but tiny ships carrying meaning from me to you. I have problems just sitting down, pounding out a bunch of words and posting. I might do that with school work sometimes often, because deadlines and “this must be turned in” force my hand. It’s a bit like the exercise thing - where unless I have an hour or two I won’t bother to exercise. When, in reality, if I only spend ten minutes running, it’s better than not exercising at all. I’ve gotten better at the running bit, so let’s see if I can get better at the reflecting & blogging bit.

But this reflection drought isn’t just about how I prioritize things. It’s a difference, in part, in the type of program I’m in. My friends pursuing Masters degrees in social work and psychology seem to have a more structured format within their program for reflection, since its viewed as core to their work and to them being effective in their roles.

But, of course, it’s not just psychologists who benefit from self- and group-reflection. It matters in business too. This HBS blog piece discusses the power of keeping a five-minute daily work journal. An MBA student who had to write daily journal entries, despite her busy calendar and “greater priorities,” for a B school class, notes that she went on to integrate this practice in all of her future work, because it helped give her greater focus, patience, planning and personal growth. Not bad for 5-10 minutes a day.

Running outdoors has always been a place and time for me to think things through. Sometimes, bouncing ideas off the friends I’m running with, and sometimes simply soaking in the sunshine or the winter wind or the mist hanging above the meadow in Prospect Park and reflecting. And it seems I’m not alone. Matan Rochlitz, a filmmaker, noticed how his thoughts reassembled to make more sense while he swam. Hypothesizing that exercise frees our minds, he recruited Ivo Gormley to join him in videotaping people in a park in London while running, asking them questions. Often quite personal questions. The result: a charming 10-minute film, that captures amazing truths from runners of all ages and sizes, along with the shifting landscapes of the park as the seasons change. It’s charming and worth a watch.

The holiday break brought me home to the NYC area. Back to trains and subways shuttling me from friend to friend to family. And since classes were out, I was able to cozy up to books and notebooks and pens and headphones. Timid to take the full dive into reflecting (what if I discovered something I didn’t want to discover?!), I did begin jotting down notes to myself (a true sign of a shift in my B school life – when I lived in NYC I carried tiny notebooks with me religiously, always jotting down thoughts and musings). And in these last few weeks I’ve continued to think about the things that still have me intrigued, that demand some attention. So, I hope to share my thoughts right here, in the next couple of weeks, about these things.

What’s been on my mind?

  • Reflection (obviously)
  • Mental health and higher education
  • Brainstorming
  • Are men’s and women’s brains really so different? And what that means for workplaces and MBA programs
  • Africa is not a country, it’s a continent

If you have other ideas for exploration here on the blog, or want to co-blog with me, let me know.

In the meantime, though, let’s go Seahawks! #enjoythegame #puppybowlforever

The Time Value of Money

I’m about 10% done with my 10 month MBA program. When you’re an MBA, at least in your initial period, you spend a lot of time thinking about and figuring out the time value of money. Which is to say, you look at how the value of $100 today is different than the value of $100 next year or in 10 years. 

But, as you try to cram in lots of learning, networking, soul searching, job hunting and partying into those very same 10 months, you also begin to see time as your most valuable asset. Which is a good life lesson, because more broadly, that seems to be the most valuable thing in the lives of most people in the 21st century.

Pair that with FOMO and you are faced with an interesting conundrum. How do I do it all? And stay true to myself? And build meaningful friendships instead of just countless neat acquaintances?

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Case Study: I am recovering from an injury and feeling like I’m about to get a cold (yup, I’m a mess. I also just noticed two giant bug bites on my hand - yikes!), and I really had to talk myself into not doing anything last night. Which was harder than it should have been. I mean, sure, there is  much to do - dinner in Paris, drinks in Fonty, a new Woody Allen movie to see. But I also know that while drinks in Fonty are fun, but it’s not like I’m missing out on the World Cup. But t’s all good, because I was able to stay in and catch up on all the interwebz I had been missing while in school and out with friends. [We’re doing a lip sync battle at school, right?]

Takeaway: At this point, I think we’ve all laid out our goals for business school - some are academic and others are more network or socially oriented. But we’re still in the tinkering process. It’s a big learning curve, coming from the office back to school, especially one with such a short time horizon. So we’re all making some mistakes and adjusting the course as we go. Trial by error is proving to be an effective teacher, I think.

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The weather here has been nice this past week„ so we’ve all been soaking up the sunshine during lunch breaks. But of course, fall is coming! So I plan of hitting up the lovely farmer’s market tomorrow - you know, the one across from the chateau (obviously) - for some apples. I’m thinking a boozy apple pie could be the perfect way to close out the weekend. I suppose living in place that is not renowned for good weather is a good lesson in living in the moment and taking advantage of things as they arise. Althought, to be honest, sometimes the library wins out. Otherwise I’d daydream my study time away, off in the forest or le chateau ;-)

I have been working on a lovely playlist for y’all, while “studying” for my micro midterm (oh dear, we get those scores back on Tuesday. please pray for me ;-). But apparently, free Spotify France-style limits you to 10 hours per week here, so obviously my listening rights are currently on hold. But I’ll post that soon.

In the meantime, my music obsessions to share are:

  1. AlunaGeorge - ohhmygod, give this a listen. So sharp!
  2. Best Coast has a new song out (from upcoming EP) - can’t get enough of their sound. ever. especially the 2nd half of this track
  3. Yes, it’s true. My two loves are now one! The National (holla - Bklyn peeps!) will be on The Mindy Project
  4. And while we’re talking musical loves on TV…Mr. Jonsi will be on GoT next season, which should be tight

And I suppose the only appropriate way to close this post is to let you know that The Economist believes I could get the same business education watching Breaking Bad ($80 and about 62 hours) instead of business school (obsene amounts of $ and 10 months x 30 days x 24 hours = 7,200 hours of my life). I don’t even want to think about the time value of money or opportunity costs here though…