Enough With the Marauding Teenagers!
A couple of months ago as we were walking East on Greene Avenue between Waverly and Washington we noticed in our peripheral vision someone approaching fast from behind. When we spun around, it was a teenage boy, probably about 15 years old, who had crept up and was hovering inches from the back of our…
A couple of months ago as we were walking East on Greene Avenue between Waverly and Washington we noticed in our peripheral vision someone approaching fast from behind. When we spun around, it was a teenage boy, probably about 15 years old, who had crept up and was hovering inches from the back of our head mocking us provocatively to the clear delight of his jeering friends. Ever risk-averse, we quickly walked out into the middle of the street and starting dialing on our cell phone. With a few shouts, the pack continued down the block. We jogged back to a police car we had noticed parked back on Vanderbilt, told the cops what had happened and went home. The next day we heard that a woman had been mugged half an hour later a few blocks from there by a bunch of teenagers. We’ve heard of several similar instances in the area in recent weeks. And it’s not just Clinton Hill. A post on Brooklynian describes how a trio of teenage girls (19, 17 and 12) mugged five different people in Prospect Heights on Saturday night (and how only one of them decided to press charges) and an email we received yesterday told of a violent mugging of a twenty-something male by a group of boys at around 8:15 Monday night at Dekalb and South Oxford Street in Fort Greene (above). What can the community do to combat this activity? Obviously greater police presence would help, but given the paltry resources the NYPD devotes to this part of town, it’s going to take a lot of vigilance on the part of residents in terms of reporting even small incidents of harassment and pressing charges. And everyone should be aware that a lot of these muggings are happening during daylight hours, often between the end of school and dinner time, so it’s a good idea to minimize iPod and cell phone usage during those times. Please use this comment thread to document other similar incidents that you know about in recent months as well as to suggest ways to address the problem.
Kimbo Slice is a bitch who should have lost to that tomato can on cbs a few weeks back
George St. Pierre and Anderson Silva
now those are some tough dudes and
don’t sleep on Roger Huerta or BJ penn
KImbo is all hype with no real skills
Brooklynnative…on that we agree.
Where’s Al Sharpton?
I can’t wait to hear about “victim” attacking some kids before they get touched and getting arrested and thrown in jail for attacking kids. And the riots that will follow….
10:37 here responding to 1:52PM
Welcome to Brooklyn means exactly what it sounds like…exactly what it meant in the opening of welcome back kotter, exactly what it meant in ‘the warriors’ exactly what ‘down these mean streets’ chronicles and before all that exactly what Jacob Riis chronicled and Hugo and Balzac before him, urbanity forces a confrontation between haves and have nots.
we, the idealized brownstoner reader, have somehow said – I am living in the city because I want to – that MEANS dealing with the city. yes that means having to deal with alternate side of the street parking, subways, the poor and the ultra rich.
and what doesn’t happen in 80% of brooklyn? did you not see the Marine Park puncher last week? what about the orthodox jew who accosted the black kid in crown heights a couple of weeks ago?
To say this is getting better is also fooloish, pull up your local pct.ts Stat sheet. Some crimes in my ‘hood have goon up 700% in 1 year (from 2 incidents to 9, but still…)
I guess you Idiot’s who are skeptical will just move to New Jersey (Bankrupt) or Florida foreclosure and just watch the birds fly bye and eat at the Cheesecake factory. Don’t get fooled folks Big money is coming to a house near you and it’s called Abu Dubai they are buying NYC , the whole thing. Better get what you can get here now because there ain’t much left to buy. Unless of course you are ready for some boring life in Westchester or Idaho.
3:32 – yeah just like that douchebag Republican Gulianni’s failed policies led to the biggest crime rate reduction not just in this city’s history, but bigger than any city in American ever witnessed.
Hey hey, ha ha say what say what
Ha ha bust it yo
Sometimes I feel like I don’t have a partner
Sometimes I feel like my only friend
Is the city I live in, is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I’m on fire hey
Cuz it’s the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-Y-N is the place where I stay
The B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
Best in the world and all USA
It’s the B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-Y-N is the place where I stay
The B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
Place where I rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past and the time to come
Reminesce on Bed-Stuy when I was pride and young
I used to try and come, to the neighborhood function
Throw on my Izod, say a little something
When I was just a youngin, before the days of thuggin
How me and Charlie Chims (aiyyo what?) I’m only buggin
Fast forward, Nine-Now I gotta team my seed
I must proceed at God’s speed to perform my deed
Livin the now space and time, round the nine to five
For as long as I’m alive, paw I got to strive
I ain’t sittin roadside, that ain’t harder to plan
I’m out here for my fam doin all that I can
I love my city, sweet and gritty in land to outskirts
Nickname Bucktown cuz we grown to outburst
Philosophy redefine us, touch mines I touch back
Walk the streets like a sweet and get beat like drum tracks
Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp!) we bust back
Bring the marty to your face wit no place to run back
I’m from the slums that created the bass that thump back
This ain’t a game clown, play ya James Brown and jump back
What you want, Jack? Young cats stash they jums at
Draw they guns back, momma screams where she sons at
Tryin to hunt that, recurring dream of high stakes
The fourth largest, first hardest, Brooklyn is the place
Settled by the Dutch many years ago,
Three million strong, and here we go
*part two*
[Mos Def]
GOOD MORNINNNNNNNNNGG VIETNAM!!!
Ha (back up back up back up back up back up)*repeated in background*
Yo sometimes I sit back, reflect on the place that I live at
Unlike any place I ever been at
The home of big gats, deep dish hammer rim caps
Have a mishap, push ya wig back
Where you go to get the fresh trim at
Four on the jake got the Timb rack
Blue collars metro carding it
Thugs mobbin it, form partnership
Increase armorment, street pharmacist
Deep consequence, when you seek sleek ornaments
You get caught, rode the white horse and can’t get off
Big dogs that trick off just get sent off
They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off
It’s real yo but still yo, it’s love here
And it’s felt by anybody that come here
Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here
Must be something that they really want here
One year as a resident, deeper sentiment
Shoutout “Go Brooklyn!”, they representin it
Sittin on they front stoop sippin Guinesses
Usin native dialect in they sentences
>From the treeline blocks to the tenaments
To the Mom & Pop local shop menaces
Travel all around the world in great distances
And ain’t a place that I know that bear resemblance
That’s why we it The Planet
Not a borough or a prov, it’s our style that’s uncalm
>From ?sun? to the ? to the Lafayette Gardens
White ?coff guawinas? in they army jacket linings
Yo this goes out to my cats in Coney Isle
Friday night out in front The Himalaya goin wild
This goes out to Crown Heights and Smurv Village
The nighties, and all my ?yarda trenny? Brown’s Village
Parkside tennants caught, thirties, forties, and the fifties
The cats out in Starite City gettin busy
To the Hook, to the East, to the Stuy
Bushwick and Kanarcy, Farraget, Fullgreen, and Marcy
My Flatbush posse, generals of armies
When it’s time to form, just call me
And let this song be, playin loud in Long B
If you love Bucktown STRONGLY!
RAISE IT UP!
*part three*
[Mos Def]
Brooklyn my habitat, the place where it happen at
Live sway and the sharp balance of the battle axe
Irons is brandished at, thugs draw they hammer back
It’s where you find the News 2 crew cameras at
It’s where my fam is at, summertime jame is at
They play Big and get you open like a sandal back
Hotter than candle wax, hustlin you can’t relax
The crack babies tryin to find where they mama’s at
It’s off the handle black, wit big police scandals that
Turn into actions screenplays sold to Miramax
The type of place where they check your appearance at
And cats who know where all the hot ‘lo gear is at
The stompin grounds, where you find a pound, smoke is that
Be blazin charm that have your wave cap floatin back
The doorstep where the disposessed posted at
Dope fiends out at Franklin Ave sellin zovarax
You big ballin better keep your money folded back
Cuz once the young guns notice that it’s over, black
Brooklyn keep on takin it, worldwide we known for that
Flossy cats get it snatched like the local tax
The place I sharpen up my baritone vocals at
Where one of the greatest MC’s was a local cat
If it wasnt for the selfish dhouchebag republicans demanding tax cuts our infrastructure and services like the police force, and social outreach programs wouldnt be stretched thin. Less of these crimes would be happening.
But when faced with the results of their failed policies, what do asshat republicans do? Blame everyone else. They never take blame for their own failures. They always blame the gays, the illegals, the democrats, the boogeyman
Pussies.