Thursday, August 21, 2008
First they came for Dean St.
First they came for Dean St., and I did not speak out -
because I don't live on Dean St.
Then they came for the Carlton Ave. Bridge, and I did not speak out -
because I don't really use that bridge too much.
Then they came for 6th ave, and I did not speak out -
because I am not into avenues.
Then they came for me - and there was no one left to speak for me.
Why so poetic today FoGazy you ask?
Well, things have actually started to quiet down a tad on my end of the block. The din has a distant quality. The tremors less trembly. The trench all sealed up. The beeping of the backhoe backing up is still loud as sh*t. That is of course my end of the block. On the 6th avenue side things are different. They are now where I was many months ago and I look at them sadly. I know what lays ahead as the green monster travels up Dean St. I know of the diesel dreams and earthquake shakes that will define their autumn.
So I urge you all to speak up now, because it's coming towards you. And it's taking out your neighbors in it's wake. And they may not be around when it's your turn.
Here's something you can do. Send an email to FCR's community liaison Sheldon McCray: firstname.lastname@example.org . Ask them to halt the construction until your needs are met. After all did you hear that carbon monoxide levels around here rival the levels that set off alarms and headlines in Beijing? I'm not kidding, it's not just the sleep deprivation that'll send you to the sick house.
EDIT: Just a few hours after taking that top photo and writing this post, the workers are in the process of dismantling the wall! Oh the things that I will see!
at 10:24 AM