Drug Dealing Hotspot in Crown Heights?
This was recently posted Brooklynian.com: Is it me, or is the drug dealing on St. John’s and Franklin out of hand? Perhaps it is me, because I am around during the day and I see it. But as clear as day I see hand offs, and guys going to their stash in nearby garbages. I…
This was recently posted Brooklynian.com:
Is it me, or is the drug dealing on St. John’s and Franklin out of hand? Perhaps it is me, because I am around during the day and I see it. But as clear as day I see hand offs, and guys going to their stash in nearby garbages. I guess I am just surprised by how obvious it all is. Are the cops on the take or just don’t care?
A number of follow-up comments suggest this is indeed a hot-spot. Anyone have anything to add about the history and current status of this location? This is the 77th Precinct’s turf: What have people’s experiences been with them? Maybe these new streetlights will ameliorate the problem.
Where can you score some green?
Putnamdenizen – your just like virtually every public defender out there – prickly, annoying and not all that bright – you can tout your greatness here but I guarantee most of your defendants would be better off getting a drunk 18B lawyer then your likely ineffective Bill Kunstler impression
Gee. Check the link below to find out how upper-class guys from “prominent” families move a “thousand pounds” of product per month from Manhattan pre-war apartments.
http://www.observer.com/2009/o2/slurping-down-sedgwick
Do you know who your neighbor is?
Xander Crews has been trying hard to be the next Snark Slope, and thus far is failing!
“However as to those who love making pronouncements as to what life is like in Crown Heights yet don’t live here, get over yourselves. You don’t know- and that’s your loss, not Crown Height’s.”
Bxgrl, can you read? Some of the posters above were actual residents of Crown Heights, so don’t use that tired cop-out.
Brownstoner:
This has been a long thread about Crown Heights, where I grew up during the 1950s and early 1960s.
There was crime then, too. For kids it was petty stuff, bicycles stolen, bigger kids shaking down smaller kids, but it was never pleasant.
The intersection pictured here was out of my usual path, although my brother and I would cross Franklin on our way to the Savoy movie theater on — as I remember — Classon Avenue near Eastern Parkway.
Because we’d use our bus money for popcorn, we’d have to walk along streets we didn’t know and through blocks with garages and small warehouses, pretty desolate and nervous-making for youngsters.
But we were city kids and even at 10 and six years old, knew how to move and look alert in the twilight.
This area wasn’t as “nice” as Crown Heights to the east or west. Even as boys we could figure that out. Squat buildings, non-residential uses, empty sidewalks, graffiti. We’d stick our hands in our pockets, lean forward, and look grim. A couple of little tough guys.
And nothing ever happened.
Until we’d get home and our parents, who somehow knew precisely how much time it should take to get home, admonished us for walking. Not that that stopped them from letting us go again. Testing the boundaries and edges of our neighborhood was part of growing up.
Crown Heights got rougher as time passed. Poorer. Denser. More transient. Still, I was pleasantly reminded of the old neighborhood looking at the picture above. I’m sure my brother and I passed that corner several times, if not for the Savoy, then on our way to Prospect Park.
Nostalgic on Park Avenue
Actually Xander, if that means you won’t show your pathetic, immature, and ugly face in my neighborhood say whatever you want. We prefer not to have the streets covered with your slime trail.
There is as much weed and coke in Carroll Gardens and Brooklyn Heights, only difference is it is all home delivered.
oh no – i’m sight impaired now, as apparently a nice school exists on St Johns btw 5th and 6th and not low income housing. better go get the prescription on my contacts checked.