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Tuesday, February 1, 2005
About a Seven on the 38th Street Scale
Hey. I'm up and typing at a quarter til 2 A.M. because the yellow brick crack apartments just erupted a little while ago and woke me up. All of a sudden every adult member of the crack fraternity over there was outside baying at the top of their lungs, just an inexplicable gobbledegook of sound out of which the only thing I could understand was "F---your ass!!!" yelled repeatedly at the small army of policemen who poured out of the seven police cars in the street. I went upstairs to my office where I watched in comfort as the drama unfolded. They managed to wrestle one drug dude into one of the police cars and he was screaming, "HELP!!!!" so loudly I would not have believed a human voice could produce so much noise. Meanwhile all the porches were jumping with yelling, screaming bozos. Out front about 10 male residents were trying to provoke the cops into fighting them, jumping up into the cops' faces and screaming more of the, "F--- your ass!!!" I couldn't tell what it was all about.
Then finally a thin white woman who looked like her clothes had been torn up got out of one of the police cars, hobbling, and trying to hold her clothes around her, she came over and started pointing out people. Although I would not have thought it possible, the noise went up about two hundred percent. Incredible noise. Amazing, astonishing noise. The police put another dude in one of the cars and helped the white woman into another police car. One resident was screaming to the two in custody, "Don't say anything. Don't tell them anything. Keep your mouth shut. I'm callin' yo' lawyer."
Then the police left and the baying multitude roared gleefully and chased them down the street shaking their fists.
There's nothing between those freaks and me but two lanes of pavement. Sometimes, like just now, that doesn't seem like much of a fence.
The police are very, very experienced in dealing with the denizens of that hell hole. When they come to arrest someone, they come in strength...tonight it was seven cars. I think it would be horribly stressful to do that kind of work.
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