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The New York–Baghdad Connection

by 03/28/2003
Neighborhood: Manhattan

Day three 1,300 cruise missiles and bombs hit Baghdad. At work I have to use the freight elevator to bring my bicycle into the office. The elevator’s operated by an older Eastern European man with a deeply lined face and thinning hair. He dresses in the company uniform and a pair of beaten Air Jordans. […]

A Real Bomb in America’s Secret War

by 03/28/2003
Neighborhood: Letter From Abroad

A flaming sunset in western Cambodia, in the middle of 1972. I was coming back from my uncle’s house. I was about 500 meters from my house, when there were suddenly terrific sounds, like thunderclaps, “Boom! Boom! Boom!” Immediately, I saw the spark and the firelight emerging into the flaming sky. I was very frightened […]

The Ribald and Defiant

by 03/28/2003
Neighborhood: Manhattan

The Fracas at Washington Square Park

by 03/25/2003
Neighborhood: Greenwich Village

The late great comic Bill Hicks once said, famously, apropos the first gulf war: “I find myself in the unenviable position of being for the war — but against the troops.” Nobody that I’ve heard has come up with a similar corker this time around, a line which can sum up the personal confusion and […]

The Day The War Started

by 03/24/2003
Neighborhood: Midtown, Multiple

At about quarter to five this past Thursday I got into a cab at 56th and Broadway; my destination was the Port Authority and the Short Line Bus to my home in Orange County. It was a rainy, miserable day and I was damned glad to get the cab. My driver was relievedly Haitian — […]

Notes and Pictures From An Anti-War Rally

by 03/24/2003
Neighborhood: Manhattan

I took a taxi to the peace rally. My driver was a Puerto Rican guy playing loud salsa music. There was no partition. Some post cards were taped to his dash. He sat in the driver’s seat with pride of ownership. It was his cab, I was his guest. He had the window down and […]

One of the Singer Girls

by 03/24/2003
Neighborhood: Brooklyn, Fort Greene

I had just completed my freshman year at Cornell University, where I was majoring in Functional Apparel Design. The program focused on designing clothes for people with specific needs. My degree would be nothing like those awarded to fashion design students at F.I.T. No, nothing frivolous for me. But what I didn’t realize when I […]

Murder Ink Diaries

by 03/11/2003
Neighborhood: Upper West Side

The staff of Murder Ink are always answering questions. People want book recomendations. They want to know when their favorite author has another title coming out. Sometimes they bring in a stack of books and ask how much money they can get for them. But the most frequently asked question, always over the phone, goes […]

Con Men

by 03/09/2003
Neighborhood: Union Square

Tuesday night some friends and I were sitting on a bench in Union Square, talking about the new game shows and dating shows and how there were so many hyped-up programs these days that were really just Candid Camera remakes. If you live long enough you see everything twice. Then we kind of ran out […]

Swimming Women

by 03/09/2003
Neighborhood: Brooklyn, Williamsburg

I first came to Williamsburg in 1992 , to visit a painter friend’s studio. He would travel there every day from the Upper West Side, a long but worthwhile trip because the studio space was so cheap. Back then, the crowd of people that got off with us at the Bedford Avenue L stop disappeared […]

The (Chinese) Gangs of New York

by 03/08/2003
Neighborhood: Chinatown

Late last year, the young Chinese couple who ran the Szechuan D’Or restaurant on East 40th Street were murdered. The incident sparked fear that the crime which had riddled Chinatown was moving uptown. Police launched a citywide campaign to wipe it out. The crackdown played havoc with established vice in Chinatown. Youth gangs, foot soldiers […]

Take Your Pick: A Rally or a Movie Today?

by 03/03/2003
Neighborhood: Midtown

On Saturday, February 15th, I woke up at my usual time, and as I pattered around the apartment, I glanced out of my window to check the weather. It was bleak, only twenty-five degrees, with blistering winds, and on 47th Street there were at least twenty police vehicles lining the sidewalks. I started to pick […]