Names of a few of the kids killed this year by cars. Photo Right of Way |
Safer streets activists bicycle over 50 miles to 8 sites where children have been killed by automobile, painting a memorial at each site demanding justice
All last week, kids lined up along Prospect Park to pay homage to Sammy, a 12-year-old boy run over by a truck in Park Slope. His death was the topic at church, at school, everywhere.
sammy park slope by killed by julie markes |
His case opens any number of questions: why are cars allowed to speed near parks? Why not add slow zones, restricting car speeds to 20-miles-per-hour in most residential areas and ticket violators? What is the NYPD approach to investigating car crashes impacting the lives of pedestrians and cyclists? Why are there
so few speed camera’s tracking wreck less drivers? Why are there so few other disincentives to dangerous driving? And why is it that we are forced to take our lives in our hands just to ride a cycle or walk in this global city where most can acknowledge that non-polluting transportation is part of the solution to so many problems – from congestion to climate change?
With a few of these questions in mind, I joined Right of Way for a fifty mile ride on
Sunday to sites where children have been killed by automobiles this year. This was to their second
such action in recent weeks. The group combines direct action with abundant
research, laying out data, art, stencils and questions to help reframe
questions about street justice in New York City.
The ride started in Staten Island where cyclists
stenciled a memorial for Kyrillos
Gendy, Age 5, who killed
by a hit-and-run driver on Richmond Road, Staten Island.
I met everyone on the Manhattan side of the Ferry
landing. A group of cyclists, including
Isabelle, a long time Times Up participant, were already there.
From Lower Manhattan we rode up the West Side bike
path to the 97th and Amsterdam, to create a memorial for Ariel
Russo, Age 4, who was killed on the sidewalk.
Several neighborhood members walked up to talk with us
about the crash and now scary it is out there.
“You should not have to wear a construction helmet just to get around
the city,” noted one man, nodding a my hat.
Our next stop was a 117th and 1st
Ave for Amar
Diarrassouba, Age 6, who was killed
walking in a crosswalk. The police
declared “No Criminality Suspected.”
Finishing this stencil, we got news of another crash at 116th
and 2nd Ave. So a group of us
rode over, finding police parked in the bike lane, where they professed to be
ticketing cars. Instead they pulled over
one of us, as the ambulance was leaving the scene. The police seemed more concerned with the
paint on his shoes than the crash which had just taken place.
Police were everywhere so we got back to our ride. The next destination Jackson Heights
Queens. We would have to cross the Queensboro
Bridge to get there.
It was my first time riding over it. And what an amazing ride it was. It is always exhilarating crossing a bridge
on a bike, with the wind in my face taking in the vistas of our magnificent
city.
Queens was a new riding experience for me. It is beautiful and raw. But cars drive
fast. And bike lanes are few and far in
between.
Our first stop there was for Jaied
Figueroa, Age 3, who was killed
by a car driving northbound in the crosswalk. The driver was later charged with vehicular
manslaughter, criminally negligent homicide and DWI.
By this point, it was
getting close to sundown. By this point, it was getting to the magic hour, as photographers dub it, when the sun is just about to go down. The light was
wonderful, cascading through the sky, as we rode past Citifield through the interstate
to Flushing Queens, one of the most diverse areas, within perhaps the most
diverse borough in New York City.
“It reminds me of Los Angeles” I noted.
“Or Seoul, North Korea,” we chatted.
We were to get a stencil for Allison Liao, age three, who was killed walking with the light in the crosswalk crossing Cherry. “It is the most common way pedestrians are killed in the city,” noted Michael, of Right of Way. Still the police declared “No Criminality Suspected.” Arriving we saw a memorial already in place for Allison. By standards were there to talk with us. One man reported he actually saw the crash but he was afraid to go on camera. This scene felt more vivid than most of the rest. I kept on imagining the child’s last glimpse up at a car, her parent’s reaction, and the hollow feeling of grief they must be feeling row.
It was now close to dark. One of my friends brought some mochi candy,
which fueled us through our trip through Queens. Past the Queen Museum, past the side of the
world’s fair, we rode.
“We grew up here.
Used to play in this park,” noted Judy.
Darker and darker, past BBQs into residential areas,
we crossed the borough. I always think
of Kitty Genovese’s seemingly silent, at least, unheard screams as I traverse
through Queens. She was ignored. Her needs were neglected like so many cyclists and pedestrians lost this year. You always wonder how
many unheard screams take place in our streets and darker corners, behind
buildings, in the vacant lots and parking garages, in the empty corners of our
city.
Kitty, whose neglected screams still haunt us. |
“Are you guys sure you know where you are going?” I asked, looking at the now black night, the
October sky with a full moon above. Still,
we rode, chatting about punk movies and the chaos lurking below the surface of
the suburban landscape.
One rider after another got lost, including me.
“Wait up!” I screamed after missing a light.
“It’s a good thing you have a loud voice,” one of
the riders noted, waiting for me.
I rarely have any idea where I am in Queens, still
we rode, as the ride seemed to envelop us.
With each destination, I felt farther from home.
And we slowly made our way through the dark streets
to the periphery of Queens and Brooklyn where Puran
Thapa, age 7, was
killed on Myrtle
Ave near Madison Street in Ridgewood.
“No criminality suspected” of the driver.
By this point, it was 7:15 PM, way
past dinner time. And I had been riding
with Right of Way through this glorious fall day, for some five plus
hours. And I still had forty five
minutes to get home.
Riding down Myrtle, I took a left on
Dekalb and made my way back to Brooklyn.
There is an exhilaration to direct action. But also weariness that so many have suffered
too much, often invisibly in our global city.
The stories of their losses reduced to old newspaper print, or blog
entries, which are eventually lost. The
others with Ride of Way were riding to Sunset Park to draw memorials for Denim
McLean, Age 3, killed on the sidewalk on Utica Avenue and Church Avenue,
East Flatbush and Kiko
Shao, age 5, killed on 55th St crossing 5th Avenue, Sunset Park, Brooklyn. No criminality suspected for either
crash. I missed those stops in an
afternoon of riding which seemed to go on forever. And I missed the beginning
and end.
There is so much more we can all do to
create livable streets, starting with creating slow zones in all our
neighborhoods. A kid should be able to
be a kid. And if, he runs out to grab a
ball, drivers should be looking out for him.
Speed cameras and slow zones would move us a long way toward having less
names of such fatalities.
A Press release for the action declared:
What: Bicycle ride to
8 locations in Staten Island, Manhattan, Brooklyn, and Queens where children under
8 years old were killed by automobile. At each site a memorial will be created.
When: 11:30 noon
Where: Staten Island
Ferry Terminal, Manhattan
New York, NY: UPDATE: On
Sunday, October 13th, street justice activists with Right of Way will respond
by cycling more than 50 miles, through 4 boroughs, to stencil 8 sites where
children younger than 8 have been killed by automobile this year. In 5 of these
cases, the NYPD has not filed any charges. In one, the NYPD charged the driver
only with leaving the scene but not with any crime connected with the child’s
death. In only two was the driver charged with any substantial offense: in one,
the driver was fleeing police in a high-speed chase; in the other, the driver
was DUI.
“Instead of investigating the crash site to determine the
driver’s speed or checking phone records to determine if the driver was
distracted, the NYPD routinely blames the victim, declaring the child the
perpetrator of his or her own murder for doing something all kids do, like
playing with a ball,” said Keegan Stephan, a member of Right of Way.
“Right now, from Staten Island to Flushing, it is unsafe to
be a child on the streets of New York City,” said Stephan. “We have to start
enforcing traffic laws that protect pedestrians, cyclists and children being
children. We have to start by charging drivers with the appropriate crimes when
they break those laws.”
“When I grew up I rode everywhere,”
notes Right of Way member Benjamin Shepard, a father of two. “But now
we’re concerned that the roads present a real risk for our kids and our
communities. You should not put your life on the line when you ride a bike
through the city. The NYPD’s dereliction of duty is killing people every day.”
“City streets are the common property of
all of us, but they've been expropriated by drivers, with the active collusion
of the NYPD,” said Michael Smith, another member of Right of Way. “If you want
to get away with murder in this town, do it with a car. The cops won’t
investigate. In fact, they’ll sympathize.”
Write Bill De Blasio and Brad Lander - let them know this is unacceptable. We need street justice. Let them know we need a police department which cares as much about saving lives and public health as it does about reducing crime. One would think these things are one and the same. Yet, sadly, they are often not. And if you do not want to write them, join Right of Way for our next ride.
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