Monday, September 29, 2014

Politicians - Kind Of Like Kids – “Say The Darndest Things!”

Bill Cosby's mid-1990s CBS television show “Kids Say The Darndest Things,” had viewers cracking up. You could tune in every week to hear children ramble off the first things that came to their mind when asked a simple question. You'd think that adults would take note of children's impulsive and instinctual responses to even the most senseless inquiries.
However, hundreds of professional adults – who may have gone to law school, engaged in various community politics and mastered oratory careers – still don't pay attention to what they say.

Imagine you're a politician running for office and you're on television in front of thousands of people. You're on the campaign trail and some god-awful words fly out of your mouth. Sure, you're only human and you make mistakes, but the sheer lack of discretion in allowing shocking words to come out of your mouth would make citizens rethink your character, right? I took the liberty of finding a few doozies uttered by politicians who were just trying to express themselves the best they could.

Let's start with Todd Akin's comment last week during a television interview – which is the latest addition to a series of irresponsible remarks. “If it's a legitimate rape, the female body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down.” Would any man in his right mind not think about statements like these before he opens his mouth – especially on television? It's not as if this was published in a newspaper and taken out of context. Without getting highly political about where Republicans generally stand – Akin's jab at the female body and defining “rape” was not something he should have said to anyone unless it was in his home – in a private place where no one could hear him, or maybe even in the confines of his mind. Obviously, Akin isn't dropping out of the Senate race simply because he said something that clearly indicated his instincts are out of touch with what rape IS. Even though he was encouraged to drop out of the race, I'm sure Akin has a few more political doozies up his sleeve in the next round.

One of my favorites is Howard Dean's “I Have A Scream” speech: “And we're going to South Dakota and Oregon and Washington and Michigan, and then we're going to Washington, D.C., to take back the White House! BYAH!!" When Dean let out the high-pitched shriek at the rally in West Des Moines, Iowa on January 19, 2004, he instantly became the laughing stock of the Democratic primary campaign.

Every state needs a cheerleader, but when people start making fun of your “enthusiasm” it's not a good sign. Dean will always be remembered for his passionate outburst and I wonder if anyone can look past that incident.
Bill Clinton, the 42nd President, had some of the best – and worst – speech blunders:
“It depends on what the meaning of the word 'is' is," he said during his 1998 grand jury testimony on the Monica Lewinsky affair.
"When I was in England, I experimented with marijuana a time or two, and I didn't like it. I didn't inhale and never tried it again."

Clinton is remembered as one of the most personable Presidents and was also considered one of the most down-to-earth politicians – with his saxophone style and appetite for women and food. But every man in America can now say, “I did not have sexual relations with that woman,” and refer to a time when alleged oral sex wasn't... considered sex!
I have to admit, I don't favor any local politicians or their views, there aren't that many local leaders who have slipped with words. Charles Barron is one of our own politicians who always says what you would expect him to say – no matter who it offends or how it looks on paper.

His reputation was earned by supporting Libyan ruler Muammar Gaddafi. Wikipedia noted that in 2002, Barron was criticized for stating at a reparations rally, saying, "I want to go up to the closest white person and say, 'You can't understand this, it's a black thing' and then slap him, just for my mental health." Barron explained that the remark was hyperbole and not to be taken seriously.
The last noteworthy and respectable quote I heard from an elected official was when City Councilman Lew Fidler and Senator David Storobin were at the end of a nail-bitingly close race for disgraced former Senator Carl Kruger's 27 District seat. I must admit, Fidler always chooses his words wisely.

“Whether or not I win,” a confident Fidler said at the time, “I will either wake up as the senator of the 27th District or I will wake up the councilman of the 46th District.”

Sadly, it's hard to avoid reading the typical responses and retractions from some politicians, which go like this: “I apologize for the irresponsible and offensive statements I have made that were taken out of context______ (insert something patriotic here).”
We don't need an old show – like TV Bloopers and Practical Jokes – to highlight all the wacky and tacky statements made by professionals who want your vote. Just wait for the next campaign speech or until one of them is in front of a camera in front of millions of viewers. The next slip-up is a few days away.



Saturday, September 27, 2014

NYCHA’s “Mismanagement” Is The Least Of Our Problems


Sort of like a Gypsy, I've lived in various places all over Canarsie since I was born. For a short time I resided in the Glenwood Houses, and after my teen years I lived in the Breukelen Houses for nearly 10 years. In addition, having family at the Bayview Houses made me somewhat aware of the conditions that exist in public housing buildings.
Politicians all over the city recently blasted the Housing Authority. Recent press releases pointed to a lack of security cameras and a $10 million consultant report that was kept secret. The Daily News conducted its own report on how NYCHA management should be revamped – stating that, “Beleaguered agency boss John Rhea admitted for the first time that NYCHA has a backlog of 338,000 maintenance orders.” It's sad when you look at the figures. According to the Daily News, NYCHA spent $5 million on a storage facility that held $10 million of inventory. Another finding was that NYCHA “randomly pays anywhere from $8 to $28 per gallon for white paint rather than finding the best deal.”


In 2004, the Canarsie Courier reported that a 57- year-old Bayview Houses woman died after being exposed to excessive steam pouring from a broken pipe under her first floor apartment, which was located right over the maintenance room. Police reports stated that the woman lived in an apartment that reached 112 degrees the morning she passed away. Neighbors who were interviewed at the time said the apartments at the time got extremely hot during the winter months and some had to open their windows despite the cold weather outside.What's the best deal? Published reports say that the removal of two of NYCHA's board members, is the first step toward improving conditions and making sure the agency's budget is in check. Are we really supposed to be surprised at NYCHA officials – and the agency as a whole – for their lack of management?
I'm sure there are hundreds of similar cases in the city where “repairs” are delayed for various reasons that seemingly make no sense. A lot of statements released by Housing officials say there are, “Not enough contractors,” or “It's the wrong time of the year to make these repairs,” or, “There are limited maintenance crews available to inspect the problem.” But in every press release that attempts to respond to a major repair that makes the news, they'll swear up and down that they are “aware of the problems.”
Just last month, we uncovered the uselessness of the scaffolding at Breukelen Houses at East 108th Street near Farragut Road. How much did it cost to assemble all that material and how much did the city pay its workers to build the scaffolding to “nowhere,” where no actual structural work has been done? Could the money have been better spent on immediate repairs inside some of the apartment buildings that look like they're decaying?
Sometimes, a simple toilet bowl issue, clogged sink pipes, and wall and ceiling lights requires “special parts” to work. The problems were endless and at times it seemed worth it just to hire someone illegally on the side to get the repairs over with! One question I have is: If housing residents could afford to pay someone on the side to make minor repairs themselves, would the city then have “enough funds” to do the bigger jobs?
Let's get real. Anyone who lives in these city buildings knows that reorganizing funding and getting new head honchos might not result in long-term change. While I agree that the big guys need to keep things in order, what about the management and receptionists at specific local buildings who give you an attitude?
If you live in Bayview, Glenwood, or Breukelen Houses, how many times have you called the “main office” to settle an issue, only to deal with someone nasty and arrogant who obviously hates their city job. Second, some brilliant SOB at NYCHA decided that if a complaint is placed – even with the housing's Emergency Department – and isn't taken care of within a day, the job ticket closes and the tenant has to place a NEW repair ticket the next business day. This isn't just irresponsible, it gives NYCHA a reason not to spend money right away on repairs. If all you need is a part for your radiator, or say, a window in your building is broken, delaying repairs means NOT sending a contractor to your apartment and then the city doesn't have to pay anyone to do anything. The city also assumes that no one living in the projects has a job – so they'll send a maintenance worker to your apartment at any hour. Or, you'll call out of work for a day waiting for maintenance to check out your problem and they don't show up. Great!
What angers me is that the city seems to be taking advantage of low-income residents, as if to say, “You don't make enough money to live in a private home, so we'll get to you whenever we want.”
I highly doubt revamping NYCHA's board members and finances will change living conditions in their buildings. Many residents like myself remember a time when complaints went answered and they could actually live in their apartments without being embarrassed by deteriorating conditions. Everyone deserves to live in a healthy and fully-functioning home – maybe the high-and-mighty city officials should shack up in one of their buildings for a year and get a taste of their own medicine!

Daytime Soap Operas Have Been Dissolved By Reality T.V.

Everyone complains when something simple and relaxing that they've gotten used to disappears. For some of our readers, a week without the Puzzle Page, Sodoku or even a simple syndicated column, is a week of frustration and curiosity. “Why did you discontinue that section?” they'll ask.

We answer the question with the truth - there was no room in that issue for these games and sections - and there's much more newsworthy material to put in its place. A company also has to do what’s going to be more cost-effective. Even the editor of the Daily News cut the beloved cartoon section in half several months ago due to budgeting and space (but do we really miss or need those comics?)
After reading the Letter to Editor about the cancellation of soap operas, it seems media, all across the board, is making eliminations so that people’s lives can be filled with more effective information. As I mentioned in a previous column, celebrity news is my least favorite of all, but I disagree with the older generation who might be stuck on their passion for daytime soap operas, which are now a dying breed of storytelling entertainment.
In April, 2011, ABC announced they were cancelling some of their soap operas. My first reaction was: Who cares? I work full time and if I didn’t, I’d be looking for a job and NOT watching soap operas in the middle of the day. I understand that in the 1970’s, 1980s, and even well into the 1990s, soaps were daytime delights for stay-at-home moms and even retired older women who couldn't wait to see their “stories” every day. I remember when I was about 8 years old – my mother worked in Woolworth’s on Ralph Avenue. I had a day off from school, so I went to work with her. In the lunch lounge, ladies would be biting their teeth over who woke up from their “coma” this week.
Come on! 
How many people in your personal life will fall into a coma THAT often? And how many of your close friends JUST revealed their “evil” twin (that would be one hell of a family reunion!)? We also know everyone's cheating on everyone, so why even create a diversion that someone's big marriage is going to be broadcast in a future episode. They're going to cheat on each other too! Lastly, how many close ups of someone's facial expressions are they going to show? We get it, the character is actually crying and the network wants US to feel bad?
Daytime soap operas will not survive the era of the 2000s - The Reality Show Takeover. With a slew of court shows, medical segments, cooking and talk shows, talent shows and programs about personal challenges, today's generation is focusing on what’s REAL. As silly as some of the reality shows are, they are taking REAL people and situations and broadcasting them to highlight some correlation to that of the average viewer. Those who are home during the daytime now get to watch programming that's possibly more congruent to their own lives.
Some reasons soaps haven’t lasted is because more women, who are comprised of more than half of the viewing audience, are not home during the day. Women work harder and longer then they used to. Those who aren’t working have gone back to school in their 30s and 40s to increase their chances of succeeding. Fewer women are staying home after getting married and having a child. Women have become more independent and face enough real life drama and don’t need to observe the ones celebrities get paid to recreate behind a camera. This may sound cold and callous, but older women who were retired and sat in their day rooms for four hours watching couples like Luke and Laura are no longer alive. Grandma’s not around anymore to keep the ratings of those soaps going and plenty of younger women won't be using their DVR to record a show that's had the same running plot for the past 30 years (another car accident is always in the next episode – and then comes your coma plot).
If you’re home during the day, turn on ABC and watch The View for some serious coverage of women’s priorities. These educated, professional women (including my idol Barbara Walters) discuss politics and controversial news, peppered with celebrity appearances.
Let’s get real, soap operas haven’t been statistically shown to make women smarter, more productive or more likely to succeed in life. Other than making them conscious of the possibility that they could be abducted by the man they were once in love with in high school, or simply their ex-boyfriend, the trend of keeping up with soaps has been washed out by poor ratings, reality and changes in values.
For those who are still faithful to their shows, I say congrats for hanging in there and creating a fantasy world that you'll never be a part of. The existing populations who struggle to keep ratings up will soon be gone, too.
While this method of storytelling is dying, you can always take the opportunity to change your life, change your career, start a blog and get people talking about real life…Or you can wash away with the tide.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Sorry I’m Not Going To Be A Good Sport About…Sports!





“We won! We won!”

Sports fans all over the place are getting ready to rejoice in victory…. For who?


Not themselves, of course!  


Football games are now on for days at a time and everyone is prepping for Super Bowl Sunday. They’re making plans to spend the day with friends and family – not something they’d do ordinarily, mind you – and maybe bet on a game or two. They’re excited to see “their team” – or at least the one they pretend to own – make it to the big game. Some are going to hang out at tailgate parties eating fatty foods and drinking so much beer they hope they’re not the ones who have to drive their friends home.


Others are going to enjoy the game from the comfort of their own homes, wearing a flashy jersey with someone else's name on their back – because…well…because this player is someone whose professional career had SUCH an impact on them that there’s no other way they can express their gratefulness! Do you think the players are gonna wear YOUR name on THEIR backs and thank you for helping them win? 
What the hell did you really do – help them train or run faster than the speed of light? 
That’s right – I forgot, you just sat there on your ass cheering them on!


The first time I tried to get “into” sports, I was graduating from Bildersee Junior High School. The New York Knicks were playing the Houston Rockets and all the seniors wanted to get home from the ceremony to watch the game. All the hype… All the excitement! Kids would ask me who I want to win, to which I’d ask, “Well, who’s better?” and then they’d tell me which team I should be rooting for. 
Sure enough, the team we all supported for weeks was the team we rushed home to watch LOSE! Oh, no! “We’re” losers! Now “we’re” embarrassed! That other state’s gonna make fun of “us” for weeks!


GIVE ME A BREAK!


Nowadays, our team spirit is expressed through short, personal – yet nonsensical posts – on social media.   
Come on guys!”…
Let’s go already!”…
I can’t believe I’m watching this loss!”…
Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about – that’s how you play!”… 
What a game!” 
It’s honestly embarrassing for me to read these posts and sentence fragments when someone’s life won’t change in the least from a game they’ve been glued to six hours.


Okay - I DO support watching professional games when you have a youngster in the house who’s learning how to play a sport that will possibly turn into a career goal. I have family whose children are into hockey and soccer – but those are children who hope to make it into the pros one day and can learn from watching players’ techniques and mistakes.


I can also understand supporting a player who you grew up with – someone who once had undiscovered talent and is now a household name. If you went to a local high school with someone who made it big in pro football, it says a lot about the success stories that come out of our community. I mean, here’s someone you personally saw working hard to make it big! Were you physically there while Eli Manning hustled his way through college? You’re wearing his number on your back for a reason – is he motivating you to be a wide receiver?


In my humble opinion, spectator sports are overrated. You’re putting all of your energy into an activity in which you play NO role and, typically, you won’t learn from. Unless you count one-one-one boxing, which could teach you how to defend yourself, or something like strength training, which could show you different techniques on getting in shape, sports such as football and basketball seem to exist to make you a drone glued to your TV or mobile device.


I say we bring back REAL sports – like from the Gladiator days when you participated in a sport to the death! Gladiator games were a fierce testament of politically and societal battles. While raw and brutal, Gladiators had to conquer beasts and facilitate their personal strengths to earn respect. The reward was surviving numerous one-on-one battles. 


I’m personally relieved that my boyfriend is not a sports fan or freak. While most men want to sit on their asses while their wives cook up pre-game "specialties," and watch a game while shoveling food into their fat faces, my partner enjoys spending the day outside, weather permitting.


 We’re winners”??? Who was at practice for months at time? Who signed a deal with Jockey and agreed to hundreds of awful endorsements even though their manager said it was a bad publicity move? Who’s signing checks so they could pay for their mansion somewhere on a hill? And who’s out there on the field every week making that money?


NOT YOU! You’re spending every Sunday watching someone else succeed! Next time the Jets win the Super Duper Bowl, remember to take a photo of yourself with the Vince Lomardi Trophy… oh, that’s right, YOU didn’t actually win. Dang…

Unpublished 9/25/2014

There's No Saving Our Residents From Hurricane Housing In New York City!

Everyone knows New York City Housing Authority (NYCHA) tenants are treated like something at the bottom of the barrel. Just because they don't pay the thousands and thousands of dollars in rent and utility bills like those who rent in private homes, these tenants have to endure some of the most disgusting and unhealthy conditions in the city. Some, you'd think are in third world countries. News12 was miraculously allowed inside of one woman's Ralph Avenue Houses apartment, where her bathroom wall was falling apart (I'm going to assume it's still falling apart as of this week). What's so complicated about sending a contractor to seal a damned wall?
I've been to NYCHA apartments where the walls were crumbling, mold was growing and paint was bubbling thanks to a leak in the ceiling and roof. If you've seen Hurricane Sandy damaged apartments, you'll be shocked to find that some of the conditions in NYCHA look like those homes ALL THE TIME. Leaks? Flooding? Overgrown mold? Warped floors? Pipe, boiler and hot water heater damage?

Oh, yes! NYCHA apartments have all of these unsightly hazards – but without the catastrophic winds, rain and evacuation warnings. Most of the buildings with these constant problems aren't even located near the water!
With the city lacking the funds and respect to allow low-income residents to live comfortably, it's hard for me to believe that $108 million will go to the Coney Island Houses with the intention of protecting the buildings from future storms. The federally funded repairs will include camera installation and things like new generators. Electrical and flood barrier systems are in the works for the Coney Island Houses – and this will supposedly be a model for how they plan to protect other NYCHA buildings in flood zones.

Let's get real! They can't even fix a broken toilet on time...They can't replace a stove part...They can't protect their residents from strangers coming into their buildings and committing heinous crimes! Sure, the funds to protect the Coney Island Houses are unique – they're aimed at very Sandy-specific repairs which haven't been tended to in almost two years. Isn't that sad? Why did it take so long to get all of this money allocated to our low-income residents? It's sick to think that they've been living with old electrical systems and that they're still vulnerable in the event of another storm.

Normal homeowners and renters in our city had enough problems rebuilding their lives over the past couple of years – but NYCHA tenants have ALWAYS lived like hurricane survivors! They waited weeks and months for an “adjuster” to come and each day they leave their property in ruins puts them at risk for the situation getting worse.

Good for Mayor de Blasio and Senator Chuck Schumer for securing these needed funds – but they're forgetting about housing developments in our small communities which are decaying, and they might as well be victims of something happening as a result of wicked weather. As it is, tenants currently living on the top floors of most NYCHA buildings aren't protected from torrential rains. Eventually, rain seeps through the roof, into the walls and then into a tenant's apartment. Why not invest money in newer – BETTER roofs citywide? We're not just talking about a leak that one tenant will have to contend with – we're talking about building-wide damage that leads to health and safety problems.

I used to think that the tenants living in Coney Island Houses – and even those in the Rockaways – had a luxury that other NYCHA residents didn't get to enjoy. How about that – you're near the beach and you're not paying 'shorefront property' taxes! Now, it seems those residents have it even worse. On top of the disgraceful conditions they already had to put up with, now they have to hope that the repairs ordered for their building gets approved, contracted, and started before the next catastrophe. The city and state needs to step up to the plate and save the real victims – of Hurricane NYCHA... 

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Can You Hear Me Now? If You Can’t, Maybe This Is Why...

When I was a youngster, I enjoyed spending time at Canarsie Pier listening to the birds and the sound of the waves flapping against the pier’s edge. The sound of fishermen reeling in their catches was a subtle touch to the seaside atmosphere.
Still a fan of the pier, a couple of weekends ago I went there for the first time in a year to enjoy the beautiful day. I sat at the northern end at one of the tables and opened my novel, which I looked forward to reading in peace and quiet somewhere outdoors.

That never happened.

 
Within 20 minutes, an older man sat at an adjacent table, as if he got the feeling, “Hey, this young lady is having a solemn moment. Why not ruin it for her?” He then put a boom box on the concrete table and turned on his music – blasting, so that even the folks in Bayview Houses could probably hear it over the sounds of the Belt Parkway’s traffic!

Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration. And maybe it wasn’t terribly annoying only because he was blasting Michael Jackson and later, En Vogue, who I listened to when I was 12. The point is that some people go to the pier, even Seaview Park, to enjoy the outdoors and get AWAY from headaches. It’s understandable that you want to share your love of music with everyone else, but not everyone WANTS to hear it blasting!

In the end, I moved away from that table, hoping to make it obvious to the guy that he ruined my peace and quiet. I headed to the southern end of the pier and once again started reading my book. An SUV parked nearby then started blasting music. It wasn’t even real music. It was random, electronically mixed sound effects played to a DJ screaming nonsensical words.
I soon realized I was not at the pier for a peaceful and quiet day out. I was now at Club Pier, where even those who didn’t want to be guests had no choice but to listen to this ongoing obnoxious noise.

It’s great that people are into music and they’re in a good mood, but who’s to say EVERYONE likes the same tune? You can listen to your tunes at a reasonable volume without disturbing those who want to enjoy the sounds of nature. Gateway National Recreation Area even hosts concerts every Thursday during the summer at the pier so you can LEGALLY listen to and enjoy loud music with others!

I can understand loud music being played in certain places in the community. There are a couple of electronics stores along Rockaway Parkway and they’ve got music playing on their huge speakers that might not be appreciated by everyone. However, they’re trying to sell the speakers and give passersby an idea of how good the quality is. Fine, so that’s a business-motivated reason to give people a headache.
Let’s get real. When you’re washing your car or sitting idle in your truck on a summer day and everyone can hear the speakers in your vehicle vibrate, what the hell are you trying to say? “The only way anyone will pay attention to me is if I play loud music and become a nuisance to everyone on the block…”
For the most part, a lot of the repeat offenders, when it comes to playing loud and obnoxious music, are older residents who own property and cars. They simply have NO respect for those around them. I’ve passed many local schools on the weekend and don’t see teenagers hanging around for hours blasting stereos in the schoolyards or playgrounds.

Don’t even get me started on music that’s booming from private homes until the wee hours of the morning. I understand how it feels to go to a 69th Precinct Community Council meeting and hear these same complaints all the time, but once 311 is notified and police attempt to quiet things down, those measures are only temporary. We don’t want to make enemies with our neighbors by going to their houses and telling them they’re waking up the dead.

I know for a fact that many residents who request permits from the local precinct to host block parties are turned down. I honestly don’t blame the NYPD for denying the permits – problems with noise complaints and other dangerous activities are likely to happen if a party gets out of control and lasts until the early morning hours. Don’t these partiers realize that some people have work the next day?

If you’re one of the hundreds of residents who feels it’s necessary to infringe on other resident’s rights to a nice and quiet community, you might want to get a permit to host a block party, where you’re able to share your loud music with everyone who doesn’t mind that there’s party-oriented noise.
Noise complaints are the bane of every community – but it’s getting less and less tolerable. It just surprises me that the annoying residents are the older ones who should know better and just don’t seem to care about anyone else. What provokes them to have their music at a decibel so disturbingly high is beyond me, but thanks to many of them, everyone’s quiet is ruined indefinitely. And sadly, I might never finish that novel in peace… 

Is Your Job Glamorous Enough To Ask For More Than You’re Worth?

Never having worked in a fast-food restaurant, I really have no clue how challenging or rewarding it is to work in that “field.” I put “field” in quotes because saying “Welcome to McDonald’s, can I take your order?” isn’t something most people strive to recite every day as part of their long-term career goals. Is it yours?

Well, you would think that some employees working at fast-food joints feel that their positions are prestigious – maybe even just as glamorous as an entry-level administrative job where employees, who dress to the nines every day, make $10 an hour or more. Do fast-food employees deserve to make the type of salary – as much as $15 an hour – as some “professionals”? I recently questioned the demand for wage equality for fast-food workers – and retail employees – who spend long days and countless hours dealing with the public. The closest many lowpaid workers will come to achieving some sense of corporate success is if they become a manager or assistant manager at the establishment.

I’m going to make a general assumption and say that most fast-food workers are either high school or college students simply trying to make some extra money as they pursue their goals. They’re not striving to remain in the fast-food industry for the rest of their lives with hopes that they can comfortably retire with a pension. If you’re working as a chef in the back of Wendy’s, will you get a pension? What kind of financial future are you actually securing?
Now that I’m reading the feeds about the nationwide strike that thousands of low-paid workers are participating in to fight for wage equality in at least 58 cities, I reconsidered the foundation of what they’re fighting for.

Sorry to offend those who got their first job at a Wendy’s or Burger King – or even a retail shop where you’re stocking shelves and sorting out inventory. I’m just not sure the quality – and sometimes quantity – of work carried out by low-paid workers warrants what they’re fighting for. To raise the federal minimum wage from $7.25 to $9 an hour is reasonable. I’m not saying low-wage workers are worth less than professionals in other fields, but let’s get real. When you’re getting trained to work in a place like KFC, the basic skills you probably need to succeed are customer relations, working the registers, counting money and operating culinary machines.

Do low-wage employees spend years working for their degrees to advance in the task of dispensing coffee, soft drinks and milkshakes? While I agree that they spend tireless hours on their feet doing what many would consider pure torture, it’s THEIR decision to not better themselves by saving their hardearned money and to go to school so they can earn a better salary. As I’ve mentioned in my prior columns, I worked in a retail store in the city for four awful years. Yes, I should have gotten paid more to unload boxes, count envelopes and deal with upper class clientele who were hard to deal with while trying to find the right wedding invitations. But since I was working my way through college (and received some government help for tuition and books), I knew I wanted BETTER for myself.
Sure, everyone needs a job – and there are retired individuals and plenty of students who are happy just making a couple of hundred dollars each week for pocket money. But for low-wage workers to demand unionization with higher wages makes me question what’s in store for true professionals, who may have advanced administrative, technological, finance and bookkeeping skills that can afford them the opportunity to earn a real living. It’s honestly insulting to think that someone with fewer marketable skills, fewer years of professional experience and fewer professional goals would make just as much – if not more – money than someone like myself, who spent years working their way to the top of a company. 

The only way I would support low-wage workers getting more money is if they’ve been with the establishment for decades and they’ve remarkably helped advance the industry.
USA Today noted that, in many situations, some fast-food positions are now held by adults, “some of whom were laid off from much better paying positions during the recession.” Really? So you worked for a big bank – where hundreds of thousands of dollars were at stake and you were in an intense position, working overtime for corporate big wigs....Now you’re behind a counter asking “Do you want fries with that?” and you expect to make almost the same amount of money?

Calling for economic justice and expecting to make a huge salary while working in the fast-food industry – when the job requirements aren’t that challenging – seems unrealistic. I think $9 an hour is a decent raise in minimum wage – even $10, since transportation, food and other mandatory expenses have inflated in the past few years.
To take to the streets and demand to be unionized, and possibly earn what a starting professional earns, is extreme. They should be marching for safer work conditions and some type of protection from possibly dangerous customers.

I’m not quite “Luvin’” the idea of marching through the streets for a job that can be classified as less professional than other career paths. Since you won’t always “Have It Your Way” when you’re being served at some of these places, think about how much you’re worth and how hard you worked to get to where you are – and if you’d be happy knowing someone who does a lot less makes exactly what you do! 

Monday, September 22, 2014

Remembering Chuck Rogers: My Mentor, Friend And Confidant

The following is dedicated to the late and great Charles Rogers, who inspired my career in journalism and taught me everything I know about reporting. He is greatly missed.


February 2004 changed my life. I finished college in 2003 and wasn’t sure which road I would travel with my writing skills. I knew that the foundation of good reporting began at a community newspaper. Fortunately, the Canarsie Courier was located right in the community where I grew up. I had a dozen “news” clips from my college newspaper on hand in my display book when I went into the Canarsie Courier office – anxious to start my career as a freelance journalist. When Charles “Call Me Chuck” Rogers came to the front of the office and introduced himself, I had to admit, I felt a little intimidated. His tone was very official and he made it clear that he was a no-nonsense kind of editor. Even though he corrected an error on my cover letter, he was seemingly pleased at my motivation and drive to get my foot in the door. While he made his professional expectations clear and gave me an assignment right after our interview, I had no clue that, nearly 10 years later, Chuck would not only become my boss – he would become one of my best friends. He would also play the role of a long lost grandfather who told me some of the best ‘war stories’ while simultaneously teaching me the basics of journalism.


When I heard that Chuck passed away last week, I couldn’t react. I felt numb all over and slowly, my world caved in. The man who taught me everything about this business was gone? It’s fair to say that, unlike many reporters for our paper, the bond I shared with Chuck was unique. I was a young woman pursuing a journalism career – one that some may say is still dominated by men.



Me and Chuck Rogers, a well loved symbol of journalism in the Canarsie community. 

Chuck always had faith in me. One of the first heavy duty assignments I had was reporting on the renovations of Canarsie Park. The meeting was extremely detail-oriented and when Chuck said, “So miss...how’d it go?” (that was how he approached me the day after any meeting). When I showed him my article – and he whipped out that red pen – I knew I was in trouble! He never missed a step and when the page was bloodied with words, terms and x’s all over my sentences, I knew I had A LOT of improvements to make before I mastered the art of journalism. His long lectures on governmental, NYPD and religious rankings were among the basics he taught me, which helped build my practical knowledge. With each story I covered and reported on, he provided me with the tools necessary to go further in my writing career. Sometimes his criticism was harsh, but well received. One thing stood out about my beloved editor – he smiled, laughed and poked fun at everything while also being professional.


About a year into my reporting career – and working on staff at the office – I was officially part of the Canarsie Courier team. The more time I spent at the Canarsie Courier, the closer I grew to Chuck. Our friendship blossomed into something priceless, honest and loving – a relationship I didn’t know was possible to form with a superior! When I moved into my apartment in 2007, he came to my housewarming party and bought me an air conditioner. I will also never forget the best Christmas gift Chuck ever gave me – a slow cooker, which I still use ’til this day to make delicious chicken soup (and of course, I gave him a batch when I used the slow cooker for the first time). Sometimes I needed to go to the doctor in the middle of the day...Chuck was there (and then he wagged his finger at me and said, “Don’t do that miss!” – referring to how I shouldn’t get sick). Sometimes I needed to take a package home from the office...Chuck was there. Sometimes I needed a ride to an assignment during the day...

Chuck was always there! As a matter of fact, he took offense when I turned down his offers to “take the streets” so he could give me a lift somewhere. Eventually, our personal and professional relationship fused. When my seat was in the back of the office, he would call out to me from the editorial department: “Daaaaaa- Raaa!” I can still see him leaning over his desk and taking his glasses off to look at me and then I knew that he found more typos in my articles! Other days, he would walk past my desk, to get his Diet Coke from the kitchen, pat my shoulder and say “Don’t get up!”
The banter between us was priceless – and I can honestly say that the way he wrote his columns mimicked the way he spoke. When I read his column every week, I felt like I was sitting there listening to him talk. That was the intention, I assumed. “Well whaddya know!” he would write. He also had a “helluva” time writing “Don’tcha think!” – because he wanted to give readers the sensation that he was casually sitting down with them in their living room chatting over a cup of coffee.

Who can forget his favorite – the “bang-bang shoot ‘em up” stories, which he often wrote like something out of a western from the old days. He couldn’t help himself when it came to giving a bit of humor to crime reporting. He tried to give it his own old school flavor by using terms like “criminals are taking more of a fancy to the neighborhoods” and he even coined the phrase “held up at screwdriver point.” Yes, burglaries are a serious matter, but that didn’t stop Chuck from starting one of his crime stories with, “A burglar who apparently has a penchant for a certain type of ethnic cash went on an overnight rampage...” Sometimes, I asked myself if our editor was really teaching me the art of crime reporting or if he was running out of clever ways to begin telling a story. Either way, it was part of his character, professional charm and relentless sense of humor.

I am forever grateful that he took me under his wing. In the last four years, he showed me the real ropes of “the biz,” taking me to the local precinct and – when his knees weakened and he couldn’t stand for long – he drove me to accident or crime scenes to take photos of the action. Carefully reprimanding me for not “thinking front page,” he would half squat down, camera in hands, and demonstrate how to take a picture of a fire or police lines. 

When Chuck’s physical condition began to deteriorate, it was up to me to chase the stories and –whether I told him or not – I sought his approval. His passion to get hard news was contagious and my appetite for action grew quickly. Simultaneously, he maintained the “grandfather-like” relationship with me, telling me stories about his successful grandchildren and then reminiscing about his wife Barbara, who passed away in 2005. I would tell him stories about my family and friends, too, and there were plenty of opportunities to chat about other personal matters in between our professional conversations.

On the other hand, many say that, while he was mild mannered, he had a hot temper and stubbornly felt that his way the right way, no matter what. He had a lot of pride in himself and often had a big head – and didn’t let anyone knock down his judgement. I’m one of the lucky people who got to know Chuck on a truly emotional and spiritual level. His heart was huge, his sarcasm added just the right amount of flavor to our office antics and his knowledge of Canarsie’s history went far beyond the textbook facts. Most of us at the office can recall his catch phrases and the old fashioned terms he whipped out on a daily basis. I can still hear him yelling “IT IS NOW POST TIME!!!” on any given Thursday afternoon when we’re getting ready to toss out papers that were returned to the office from the week before.
Chuck will be missed more than he knows and I wouldn’t be able to carry on the tradition of “keeping it local” if it wasn’t for his rich blend of humor and intelligence. Keeping his memory alive is the key to honoring a man whose legacy will never fade. And as Chuck used to say.... “That goes for your cat too!”

Sunday, September 21, 2014

I’m NOT Happy To Report On This Terrible New Report

There's nothing like working in a newsroom. When a call comes in about an interesting story or possible assignment that could change residents' perspectives, it really makes my career worthwhile.

Naturally, it was upsetting to find out that the one thing I enjoy doing, while earning a living, is on the list of worst jobs of the year! That's right – if you didn't see the news last week, it's true: being a newspaper reporter is on the “Worst Jobs of 2013” list. Even though my job title was bumped up to Associate Editor almost two years ago, I'm not sure why being a reporter is the epitome of being a “starving artist.”
For starters, who made the salary/ earnings standards for reporters? While CareerCast's 25th annual report on worst jobs claims that high stress levels, tight deadlines and riskiness contribute to this field's decline, I don't understand the reasoning behind this judgment. I do understand that over the years, newspaper sales have declined because of how readers get their news – through the outlet's online web site and through networking/blogging sites, which leak more news in an hour than any print paper can keep up with. But why aren't reporters compensated for their hard work? I've seen some of the “Best Jobs of 2013” list but, no offense to those who enjoy crunching numbers all day, they don't seem that exciting. An actuary or biomedical engineer? Who really wants the type of job where you probably sit in one place for eight hours or more racking your brain to enter things in a computer or on paper.
While the pay is spectacular, why is someone like me – who runs out in the line of fire and has to interact with some shady characters to get a story – paid soooo much less and seen as far less valuable in the workforce? Who made it acceptable to pay a reporter, sometimes the controversial vehicle for the truth, less than they're actually worth? Everyone in the community knows that my job isn't confined to working at our office on East 92nd Street. My business manager and I don't stop working when we leave at 5 p.m. (or on weekends for that matter). We're tracking down e-mails, following up on stories and giving leads to our writers – and we don't get paid anything extra for making the effort to look into stories that will provoke community interest.
How can you – whoever 'you' are – say that our job doesn't match up to being a university professor? We are history makers! While others are running away from trouble and don't want to be a part of what's going on, we're with first responders, running to the shooting, fire, car accident – getting over our fears, because we know the masses want to read about it the next day. While being a software engineer guarantees job stability and there's a high demand for these types of professions, how dangerous and daring are people who chose this path? I honestly don't think, despite their generous paychecks, that they should get more respect than a reporter who travels all over their community – sometimes all over the country – to discover a juicy story. Let's get real! Not everyone is a nosybody and kids are always taught to “mind their business,” so this fabulous job of making phone calls and prying into community politics could be frowned upon.
I wonder how much reporter Daniel Pearl earned as an investigative reporter. This brave journalist was murdered in 2002 after he was kidnapped by Al-Qaeda by Pakistani militants. He was working as the South Asia Bureau Chief of The Wall Street Journal and was known for covering in-depth foreign affairs. Journalists like Marie Colvin, who was killed in a rocket attack in Syria in February 2012, make me wonder what reporters risk their lives for if this field is so God-awful???
The career of being “in the news” should earn reporters – whether it's for print or online – a highly respected reputation. News anchors make tons more money since they're like television stars who deliver updates in a sensational fashion with hopes of increasing network ratings. No, I don't picture myself being a television reporter since writing for a publication gives me a lot more flexibility and people can (and do) call me personally to give me the scoop. When I think of any other job that would feed my investigative and informative appetite, I can't think of any other career that accommodates my interests. If I had an opportunity to delve into any other field, it would be forensics – only because I'm familiar with and intrigued by the science behind murder mysteries. One of the reasons I probably wouldn't pursue a career in forensics is because of the tedious hours I'd possibly be in a lab studying particles, evidence and waiting for tests to be done.
What I love most about my job is that I get to experience things firsthand. I'm not just writing a story about what's happening – I'm meeting with people whom I wouldn't normally socialize and I try to go out of my way to make myself accessible. I'm curious about how specific the “worst job” studies are when they talk about being a “newspaper reporter.” Are they saying, therefore, that being a journalist is a horrible job? How about a foreign correspondent who is a reporter working for a newspaper?
I could have been a computer programmer or shut myself in an office cubicle crunching numbers...But the writer, journalist and nosybody in me say those are the WORST jobs I could ever have.