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page contains short sections from Predatory Bender, from Bronx Community Planning
Districts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 ...
Community Planning District 1
Including the neighborhoods of Mott Haven, Port Morris and Melrose
We open with a streetscape: one enters on the
Willis Avenue Bridge, past housing projects to 138th Street and its cuchifritos and
medical supply houses. Willis is somewhat bleak up to the Hub: funeral parlor with
empty building on each side, a methadone clinic, churchs on sidestreets lined with
brownstones and Partnership homes. The intersection with Third, at 149th Street, is
full of cheap electronics, old Class B office buildings, preachers with bullhorns and hot
dog stands and tacos. Again it gets quiet at 156th: gardens waiting to be evicted,
the precinct house used in Fort Apache, The Bronx; the long abandoned courthouse, an
apartment building with a sign for a pawn shop. More seriously, this area is targeted for
Melrose Commons, expensive housing eating up dwindling subsidy with few units from South
Bronxites.
In the 2003 novel, Predatory Bender, Bertha
Watkins lives with her three children in Apartment 4B of a building on St. Ann's Avenue
and 149th Street, across from St. Mary's Park. In summer, "on
St. Ann's Avenue the electricity was off. The wires that came in from the street were old
and thin; they'd burned through, the super said, when two of the tenants installed
air-conditioners bought on credit from the Crazy Prices discount -- meaning
"stolen" -- electronics store on Melrose Avenue. Mrs. Morales bless her heart
had taken Duwon and the girls to the public swimming pool in St. Mary's Park. Bertha lay
on the four-poster bed, pulling the trigger on a spray bottle from time to time. The
breeze from the window would evaporate the water and she'd feel cool for a moment. Then
she'd spray again." (PB Ch. 14, pg. 78-79). Also in the novel, Micah Levine has
a storefront law office on Morris Avenue across from Lincoln Hospital, with a neon sign
trolling for victims of lead poisoning and medical malpractice...
An ICP detail: the homesteading building on 146th and College
Avenue was fully cleaned out by underhoused Bronxites. Several moved in -- then the
building was given to Sparrow Construction, and later still to Banana Kelly. The
former sent goons, the latter send spies. The homesteaders were evicted, but not
before holding a sit-in and wining a promise for the legalization of homesteading
buildings on 173rd Street in Community
District 3. Still, one misses the view from the roof out toward Lincoln
Hospital, the nuns from the order of Mother Theresa, the hip-hop basketball games on the
wide asphalt playground there...
A bank come and gone: in May 1999, a second floor loft
space facing the trapezoidal square where Willis meets Third Avenue, at 149th Street in
the South Bronx, suddenly halted its business. Since 1995, Marine Midland Bank had run a
consumer loan production office in the space, which had its own stairway up from Willis
Avenue. Marine had said the business was good, that the Bronx was coming back. Then, with
little public notice, white canvas sheet were unfurled to cover Marine Midlands
signs, and the loan office was gone.
In the South Bronx, as in other low income urban
neighborhoods, businesses come and businesses go, often with little notice. Banks,
however, are different. In the 1970s and 1980s, many banks closed their
branches in the South Bronx, as the population declined due to the abandonment of housing.
Starting in 1994, due to local activism using the federal Community Reinvestment Act, six
banks opened new office in the South Bronx.
Marine was the second to open, and the second to
close. One might surmise that Marine gave the Bronx a chance, and simply found
there was not enough business in the community. That is contradicted, however, by
government statistics on new housing and jobs that have been created in the area.
Marines claim, once the issue was raised, was that it had opened or acquired other
branches nearby, obviating the need for the Willis Avenue loan office. But Marines
nearly consumer facility is on Fordham Road, some forty long blocks north of 149th Street.
The history:
In September 1994, when ICP state[d] that Marine Midlands
pattern and practice of marketing, branching, and servicing upper Manhattan and the Bronx
constitutes a clear violation of the Community Reinvestment Act... Marine Midland
spokesman Robert Becton disputed the charges, noted that the bank earned
satisfactory CRA ratings from the Fed. American Banker, September 27,
1994, Pg. 4, Community Group Targets Marine Midland. See also, Buffalo News of
September 24, 1994, Marine Denies Loan Bias in New York City.
In October 1994, when HSBC reached an agreement to open the
South Bronx loan production office, its executive vice president Peter Davidson claimed it
was part of the banks recent confirmation of its commitment to serving
the real needs of people throughout New York State. Buffalo News, October 19,
1994, Marine Bank To Increase Loans in New York City.
In September 1995, when Marine opened the South Bronx loan
production office, HSBC tried the same spin. The regional president of Marine
Midland Bank said its new office demonstrated its commitment to a slow but
steady expansion throughout the New York City markets. The Bronx office will include
four full-time employees -- two small business loan specialists, a home mortgage expert,
and a consumer products person who will handle credit cards and home equity loans.
American Banker, September 21, 1995, Pg. 8.
In an April 1997 New York Times article about branches opened
in the South Bronx in connection with Inner City Press advocacy, an official of
another bank which opened a South Bronx branches stated that its done
exceptionally well. Its absolutely a profitable branch. I treat it no differently
than any branch in midtown Manhattan. In fact, I think the growth potential may be greater
up there. HSBCs president for metropolitan New York said that the South
Bronx was unique because of a 2-year-old, multi-billion dollar effort by the city and
Federal Government to build more than 30,000 housing units in a neighborhood that
epitomized urban decay. The investment, he said, attracted middle-income residents and
fueled a broad economic upswing that has helped the new branches. New York Times,
April 16, 1997, Pg. B1, Banks Discover the South Bronx; Forced to Open, Branches Profit
and Refute Stereotypes.
In August 1997, Marines regional vice
president [said], We have three people working in our loan production office in the
Bronx. They all speak Spanish. They all belong to community groups. By day, these
employees work for the bank, and by night they are making outside contacts, [he]
said. American Banker, August 20, 1997, Pg. 1, The South Bronx Cheering as Banks
Comes Back.
So what happened, between August 1997 and early
1999? Already in August 1997, Marine had made its two acquisitions, and already had
10 branches in the Bronx and 7.8% of the countys banking market. Id. As
noted, none of Marines Bronx consumer facilities was in the South Bronx, except the
loan production office, which HSBC was still touting in August 1997. Has the Bronx
economy declined since 1997? No. Other banks which opened South Bronx facilities say they
are profitable, and, even, that they present greater opportunities than elsewhere. See
above.
But on June 14, 1999, the New York Daily News reported:
Three and a half years ago, with much fanfare, HSBC opened a
loan office in the South Bronx in response to protests from community activists concerned
over subsidiary Marine Midlands lending record in the area. Now that the 1995
agreement to make at least $15 million worth of loan to the areas residents has
expired, HSBC is calling it quits.
In a recent filing with state bank regulators, HSBC said it
would close the office at 509 Willis Ave. The decision comes as HSBC is shelling out $10.3
billion in cash for Edmond Safras Republic New York Bank, strongly increasing its
presence in the city.
Demand for the lending center had dwindled since the bank opened
three full-service branches in nearby Bronx locations, said HSBC spokeswoman Linda
Stryker. As she explained, We had not booked a loan there in months.
Marine Midland in 1999 claims that demand at the loan
production office dwindled, then quickly makes reference to three other Bronx facilities,
calling them nearly when none is within less than forty blocks. If
Marines business at the loan production office dwindled, it either demonstrates
Marines lack of commitment to serving low- and moderate-income communities, or
indicates that Marine intentionally decided to undermine its one South Bronx facility, by
referring prospects to branches more than forty blocks away. What happened to
the community outreach, including at night, that HSBC publicly touted as
recently as August 1997? It was discontinued, to save money, by closing Marines lone
consumer facility in the South Bronx.
And the cycle begins to repeat itself... A review of
mortgage lending data, required under the federal Home Mortgage Disclosure Act, reveals
that in 1998, Marine Midland Bank received 190 mortgage loan applications from The Bronx.
Based on Marines marketing, however, only 44 (or 23%) of these applications came
from the South Bronx, defined as Community Planning Districts 1-6 -- less than a quarter
of applications from the lower-income, more predominantly minority half of the county.
Marine Midland Banks denial rate in the South Bronx was (a high) 28.6%. The denials
were disproportionately to consumers and homeowners, actual residents of the South Bronx.
The approvals are disproportionately multifamily loans, which do not
distinguish between simple refinances and loans that actually help to improve a rental
property for tenants.
Bronx-based Inner City Press, now having created an
affiliated legal advocacy group, the Inner City Public Interest Law Center, on June 24,
1999 raised these issues to the Federal Reserve Board and to the New York State Banking
Department. Inner City Press placed a copy of the protest on its web site, at <http://www.innercitypress.org/hsbc.html>.
The Independent
newspaper of London, England, where Marines parent HSBC is based, covered the protest on
June 27, 1999: We are aware a statement has been published on the
internet, an HSBC spokesman said. We expect U.S. regulators will invite our
comments. We shall respond and are confident the challenge wont delay our
application.
The Bronx reaches out - but who reaches back?
This is further updated, including
regarding HSBC's 2003 acquisition of the predatory lender Household International, here.
Community Board 1: 384 E.149th St. Rm. 320
Tel. 718- 585-7117
Fax. 292-0558
Cedric Lofton - D.M., George Rodriguez - Chair
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Community Planning District 2
Including the neighborhoods of Hunts Points and Longwood
Hunt Point's now resurgent, with environmental and arts & culture groups.
It was not always this way: once, down the hill of huge abandoned buildings, down
into the slaughterhouse of scrap yards and prostitutes, where sewage stews -- Barreto
Point and Casanova, where a Cuban gun-runner lived and then a trash incinerator was
planned. A couple lived in a hand-built house on that weedy lot for a decade. Oil drums,
waiting for jobs unloaded trucks. Out on Fox Street, a shelter run by Ramon Velez;
on Longwood, the schoolhouse turned art gallery and bureaucratic haunt. Compare
pictures of 163rd Street, pre- and post-Gigante. Call it SEBCO; consider Intervale,
the El train station that was almost once lost. Past the old Fort Apache, now
surrounded by ranch-style homes...
Recent non-p.c. Hunts Points-inspired musing by ICP:
(from Bronx Report of Oct. 13,
2003):
New York City daily creates, if that's the right word, four hundred
tons of metal and plastic that can be recycled. Recently a company put in a bid to handle
all of this citywide recycling, in a scrap yard in Hunts Point in the South Bronx. One
would expect local opposition to such a proposal, which would impose a citywide burden,
including the increase in transport in and out of the area, on a community already packed
with the whole city's junked cars, two huge sewage treatment plants, nine waste transfer
stations and a vegetable and meat market serving the tri-state area and beyond.
Surprisingly, however, both the tabloid Daily News and Cablevision-owned
News 12 The Bronx found an organization, often pegged as an environmental justice group,
to speak up in favor of the plan, and in support of the bid by the (also surprisingly
German-named) Hugo Neu Schnitzer East recycling firm.
This gives rise to some contrarian rumination, including on the question,
"What is environmental justice?" On which of these two words does the
emphasis go? Environmentalists favor recycling: that is a truism. But where does the
recycling facility -- which is similar to a junk yard, at least to its neighbors -- get
sited? Sticking to the geo-politics of New York City, such a facility would never get
placed on the affluent Upper East Side of Manhattan. Though if you took a poll in that
neighborhood, sometimes called the Silk Stocking District, you'd find a higher percentage
of support for recycling than in many poorer areas.
There are two issues, then: whether a process (like recycling) is good for
the planet, and where it should be sited. More affluent areas have homeowners'
associations, obstreperous lawyers as residents, and campaign contributions to shower on
politicians. This is sometimes called NIMBY, short for "Not in My Back Yard."
Here's a thought: environmental justice, among other things, is the
(needed) NIMBY of the poor. The procedural / due process aspects of environmental justice
-- better public notice, translations, full public participation -- are meant to make it
less difficult for poor areas without lawyers and such to mount NIMBY campaigns.
NIMBY is a phrase that is most often used pejoratively, almost
despairingly: no one wants to accept a burden for the greater good. But until a new world
arrives, the reality is that if more affluent areas can use NIMBY, poorer neighborhoods
and communities of color should be able to use NIMBY tactics too. Otherwise, even more
than is currently the case, all noxious or controversial land uses will be jammed into the
poorer areas. Said otherwise, a disparate distribution of environmental burdens can only
be discouraged by more and more effective NIMBY tactics by the poor. This is analogous to
our American adversarial system of justice: if each side is equally uncompromising and
obstreperous, the theory goes, that's how the truth will out.
The system breaks down when those who are presumed (and supposed) to be
the NIMBY advocates of the poor areas adopt more enlightened, less parochial views --
while laudable, this leaves the poor area without aggressive advocates, while the rich
areas still have them.
This conflation of environmentalism and local justice (or, this
masquerading of environmentalists as local advocates, most often in neighborhoods they
don't live in) leads to complicated conflicts that the media is unequipped to report on,
even in retrospect. In the South Bronx, the National Resources Defense Council proposed a
state-of-the-art paper recycling plant, a project praised by big-picture environmentalists
beyond New York City, beyond the United States. But there was some local opposition, which
NRDC first tried to co-opt, then denounced. The project was never built; tellingly, a
writer from The New Yorker magazine published a book on the saga, blaming some in the
community for being short-sighted or worse. But a question-- why didn't NRDC propose this
recycling plant for the Upper East Side? Or for the suburban zones north of The Bronx,
where NRDC's scientist lives and is involved in local politics? Answer: because these more
affluent areas have effective NIMBY groups.
Affluent homeowners (and condo- and coop-owners) fund their own NIMBY
groups, while non-profits in areas like the South Bronx look beyond the local community
for most of their funding. Since most foundations aspire to grander mission statements
than, say, NIMBY for the poor, environmental justice non-profits in areas like the South
Bronx end up portraying themselves as, and becoming, more big-picture
"environmentalist" than they began, or than it makes sense to be. Lack of money
makes it difficult for grassroots residents to hold not only politicians, but also
non-profits, accountable.
In conclusion, to this contrarian rumination: local low income communities
are ill-served if their "environmental justice" organizations are taken over by
big-picture environmentalists. Environmental justice is not only environmentalism
-- it is also the NIMBY of the poor, and that is okay, that is how our system works, to
the degree it does. Self-sacrifice for the greater good is laudable: but it shouldn't be
only the poor who are doing it.
A final caveat: here at Inner City Press, we love environmental justice.
We cover it, we write about it,
we engage in it. We participated, with others, in the campaign against the (Royal Bank of
Scotland-funded) medical waste incinerator in Port Morris, against the storage of
radioactive syringes near Zerega, and the concentration of toxins in East Tremont. In
these types of fights, against blatant pollution, big-picture environmentalists and local
justice folks are on the same page. But when the proposal is for a state-of-the-art
recycling facility, whether for paper or metal or plastic, the two movements have
different interests. ICP likes big-picture environmentalism, too -- but not at the expense
of low income communities.
This reminds Inner City Press of controversies and conflicts that arose
during ICP's first forays in enforcing the Community Reinvestment Act. ICP filed
challenges to Bank of New York, HSBC and others; some other citywide groups came to the
banks' defense, saying they had good CRA records in, say, Manhattan. Bronx-based ICP said,
"What about The Bronx?" Which was and is, of course, the lowest-income county in
New York State. Now, ICP engages in both local CRA (for example, comparing a bank's
lending in The Bronx and Manhattan) and in big-picture CRA (looking at nationwide lending
trends, and even combating the export of predatory lending, by Citigroup, GE, AIG and HSBC, beyond the U.S.). But it's
inescapable: big-picture CRA is not the same thing as local defense. Where the two
conflict, ICP has what the liberation theologians have called a "preferential
option" for local grassroots advocacy -- because it tends to be swallowed by, or
subservient to, larger, more powerful issue - groups, and because there's just not enough
of it. If the rich use the laws -- and they do -- then why can't the poor?
In the 2003 novel, Predatory
Bender, the activist Kurt Wheelock, and the storefront lawyer Micah Levine, both ask
this question -- with different answers... Early in the novel, "from
the West Farms Mall Bertha Watkins took the Two Train south past the ticky-tacky houses of
Freeman Street, the crazy corner on Simpson where you're two feet away from the judo loft,
then the old vaudeville theater on Prospect that was now a discount store, underground
after Jackson Avenue and off she got at 149th Street." (PB Ch. 4, pg. 18). The
judo loft, timeless, is still there...
Community Board 2: 1029 E.163rd St.
Tel. 328-9125/6
Fax. 991-4974
John Robert - D.M. Martha Rivera - Chair
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Community Planning District 3
Including the neighborhoods of Morrisania and Crotona Park East
In Predatory
Bender, the novel, Jack Bender works in an EmpiFinancial branch on 174th Street.
There is, in fact, a mall at this location; ICP fought the inclusion of a Rent-A-Center in
this supposedly empowering project. Click here
for City Limits' account of that; here's hoping that doesn't happen, on 156th and Third
Avenue and elsewhere. Bertha Watkins "never intended to
come to EmpiFinancial. Where she went was to the enticing showroom of Sicilian Furniture,
which was located on 161st Street where Third Avenue wiggles, right in front of the
abandoned courthouse. You passed it on the bus -- bedroom sets in fake rooms with mirrored
walls -- and you couldn't miss it, especially not with the 'E-Z Credit and Lay-Away'
banners that flapped in the breeze." (PB Ch. 2, pg 6).
Community Board 3: 1426 Boston Rd.
Tel. 378-8054
Fax. 378-8188
John Dudley - D.M. Marcella Brown - Chair
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Community Planning District 4
Including the neighborhoods of Highbridge, Concourse, and Mount Eden
In the 2003 novel, Predatory
Bender, Jack meets his lawyer at the criminal courthouse on 161st Street: "Jack was smoking his third cigarette of the morning and reading the Post by the
cop saw horses on the corner of Sherman. "You better get in line," Micah said.
The criminal courthouse had only two metal detectors: one for the lawyers, the other for
the great unwashed. There the guards wore rubber gloves as they patted down women with
electronic wands, lingering too long by the crotch, by the breasts, sexually harassing
from a distance and all authorized by the need for security.
"I'll meet you in the basement," Micah said.
"Lorraine Thompson is already down there."
Jack stamped out his smoke and loosened his polka dot tie. "Don't
start without me," he said.
"I don't think we're starting at all today," Micah said. He
walked past the line of unwashed, wives and girlfriends come to watch their men arraigned.
"Hey hey, Mister Levine," the lawyers' line guard greeted
him. "What's the good word?"
"Removal," Micah said smiling. "Or maybe recusal."
"You shysters never stop, do you."
There was no pat-down; the buzzer went off but the guard didn't care.
What lawyer is going to bring a gun into the courthouse? The women, sure: they might try
to sneak in a Tech 9, have a final shoot-'em-up and spring their man free. But the lawyers
made money no matter who won or lost. No reason to shoot; no reason to pat-down."
(PB Ch. 42, pg. 244).
Community Board Information:
1650 Selwyn Ave.
Tel. 299-0800
Fax. 294-7870
Margaret Hunt-Tejeda - D.M.
Ade Rasul - Chair
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Community Planning District 5
Including the neighorhoods of Morris Heights, Mount Hope, and what's sometimes called
Fordham
In Predatory
Bender, Candida and Kurt get off the D Train under the Grand Concourse, then walk
east: "They got off on Tremont. To Candida it looked like Queens, the
graffitied parts like Jackson Heights, maybe Jamaica. There was a wide street; the little
Incas selling coco cherry rainbow, water ices in white paper cups, the older 'Ricans
shaving blocks of ice to pour tamarindo on. "C'mon let's get one,"
Candida said. "I haven't had one for so long."
The cheapest piragua cost a dollar. Kurt got a
fifty-cent cocito and they set off down the hill, mangos and verduras out on
counters on the too-narrow sidewalk, the smell of piss from a doorway, a check cashing
place with a line of people out the door. "Park Avenue, eh?" Candida said.
"I didn't know it came all the way up here."
"It stops at Fordham Road," Kurt said. There were drunks on
the stoop of Bronx Lebanon's A.A.; they whistled at Candida. "Deje este blancito,"
one of them slurred. "Vente con un verdadero hombre."
"Don't mind them," Candida said.
"I'm not."
Webster was wide, the gypsy cabs flying by, a run-down hotel with a
crowd out in front. "That's a real hotel?" Candida asked. "I mean, people
can stay there?"
Maybe she meant her and him, Kurt thought. It was a fleabag used to
house homeless people with AIDS, the settlement of some class action lawsuit, a room of
your own in the months before you died. "The City's rented all the rooms," Kurt
said, not wanting to mention AIDS, not wanting to bring on bad luck. He'd offered to use
condoms but Candida always said no. It felt better that way, but still.
East of Webster is was quieter or more desolate, glass half-empty or
full. There was a soul food restaurant on the corner of Park. They turned north, long
blocks of two-family houses attached, metal fences covering their front, sad somehow, this
last stand, this need to live as in jail even as homeowners.
"It's here," Kurt said. It was a house like all the others,
except that it had a driveway along one side -- semi-attached, then -- and a rolling gate
on a door to the basement. Candida saw the sign and laughed: 'WatchCorp, by appointment
only.'" (PB Ch. 20, pg. 116)
Community Board Information:
Bronx Community College
University Ave. & W.181st St.
Tel. 364-2030
Fax. 220-1767
Marysol Rodriguez - D.M.
Prof. Kenneth Fogarty - Chair
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Community Planning District 6
Including the neighborhoods of Belmont, Tremont, West Farms and Bathgate
In Predatory
Bender, Gina sets a meeting Tom Bain: "Gina paused -- she'd read
Zagat, the only restaurants it listed in The Bronx were on Arthur Avenue. Vinny knew some
people there but she no longer cared. She named a spot she'd seen with three tables
outside, umbrellas advertising Italian sodas not even sold here. What was chinotto?
"Seven o'clock," she said...
They hit 187th Street and the driver turned
right. "You're sure?" Bain asked.
"This they tell me," the driver said. There was a tall
building that looked like a housing project, then incongruously a garish Italian men's
store with fake gas lights in front, a bakery with a sign for biscotti, a mural on a
tenement saying "The Good Taste of Tradition." "It is here," the
driver said. He stopped in front of what looked like a social club; Bain saw Gina sitting
at a table outside staring down at a book.
"You pay cash?" the driver asked. "Or charge to
company?"
"Charge." Bain signed the receipt, added a ten dollar tip,
why not. The perks of Wall Street. Bain wished Gina'd seen this. You might work to
midnight but you rode home for free.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," Bain began. "The driver got
lost, I felt like I was in the Bonfire--" He stopped. It wasn't a book she was
reading, it was one of those cult-like Planner things. The lower-downs in Bain's firm were
required to take some Time Management course and write all their dreams in this
little red books. It was pathetic Bain thought. "So you're a Planner," he said.
Gina nodded, noting that Bain's reaction was different than Vinny's.
"It's an amazing system," she said. "It helps you put the Nine Habits into
practice."
Bain remembered the book she was reading in the diner. He hadn't know
that these Planner-heads were connected. Over orzata and chinotto -- it was a vile tasting
soda made of citrus and herbs, Gina found, and they said it key-noto like keno -- she
explained the FranklinCubby company, how two Mormons had merged in Provo and the rest was
history. "They're publicly traded," she said. "They have contracts with
school boards and some stores in China now."
"Stores?" Bain asked.
"They sell audio tapes and even the Planner in electronic form,
for the PalmPilot or any hand-held device."
She sounded like a press release, Bain thought. It was time to ask.
"Uh, remember when you told me that the A.G. was nosing around?"
She nodded. She sure did. That was supposed to have gotten her a job,
then he blew off her calls.
"Well there's some stupid stuff --" he kept himself from
saying shit, if she knew the effort she'd appreciate it -- "down at the firm about
it. Some trading was done, typical every-day stuff. Now the SEC is asking for records.
It's probably nothing. I just wondered if you'd heard anything else." There. He'd
tipped his hand about leverage, or at least that these weird sour drinks were not just
about an assistant position. But he'd asked without asking. He was proud of himself.
He's still digging, Gina thought. The SEC part caught her attention.
Stupid stuff, he'd said -- it didn't sound right without "shit," but the guy
looked wimpier than before, more scared, younger -- that must mean an investigation. Was
this an Opportunity presenting itself to her? Cubby would say so. He said the
rewards started showing up even before the twenty-one days. "What kind of
stupid stuff?" she asked. This was delicious as the soda wasn't.
"Just a letter. They want our e-mails and phone records from the
days around the trade. I thought about because... I realized we spoke around then, I just
didn't want you caught up in this bullshit." There was no other word; stuff just
didn't work.
"I didn't do anything wrong," Gina said, emphasizing the I,
watching him sweat. She raised the heat: "I mean, I didn't do any trades in Empi's
stock. Not then, not since."
The ball buster, Bain thought. If she hadn't know the leverage, now she
did. But the tipster -- or was it tipper? Bain couldn't remember, from his NASD ethics
class -- got in trouble just like the trader. Maybe she should know this. It wasn't time
for the Godfather yet. "Let's eat," he said. "Do they serve food here or
just these, uh, drinks?"
Gina'd committed Zagat's four squibs about The Bronx to her Planner.
"There's a place around the corner that got reviewed in the Times," she said.
"That's my Bible," Bain said half-serious. He paid for the
soda, if you could call them that, and they walked two blocks east on 186th. Here were
tables outside too. The inside was packed. They sat on white plastic chairs; Bain was
surprised when the menu showed the entrees were thirty bucks. He had his company Gold
Card, what did he care. "Get whatever you want," he said. "The firm lets us
charge it." (PB Ch. 32, pg. 187-191)
Community Board Information:
1932 Arthur Ave.
Tel. 579-6990
Fax. 579-6875
Ivine Galaraza - D.M.
Wendy Rodriguez - Chair
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Community Planning District 7
Including the neighborhoods of University Heights and Norwood
In the 2003 novel, Predatory
Bender, "[t]here was a place even further down the food chain from
Empi, consumer finance outfit based right outside Chicago, HomeQuik. They had a second
floor space on Fordham Road at the Concourse, across from the Marine Recruiting station
where the finest flower of the Bronx' youth signed up with G.E.D.'s to fight the Arabs.
From Subway to Saddam Hussein, it wasn't for Jack. But he went to HomeQuik and made his
pitch." (PB Ch. 14, pg. 78).
Community Board Information:
229A E.204th St.
Tel. 933-5650
Fax. 933-1829
Rita Kessler - D.M.
Nora Feury - Chair
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Community Planning District 8
Including the neighborhoods of Spuyten Dyvil, Kingsbridge and yes-it's-in-The-Bronx
Riverdale
In the 2003 novel, Predatory
Bender, "Micah had driven around Riverdale to Steely Dan to kill
time. The Hebrew Home for the Aged with its Alzheimer's cattle call on its verdant
pasture; the Wave Hill Mansion with its tasteful plaque to Mark Twain..." (PB Ch. 24,
pg. 134).
Community Board Information:
5676 Riverdale Ave.
Tel. 884-3959
Fax. 796-2763
Grace Belkin - D.M.
Lorance Hockert - Chair
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Community Planning District 9
Including Soundview, Castle Hill, Parkchester and please-keep-it-quiet Harding
Park
There is an office of Household
International in Westchester Square...
Community Board Information:
1967 TurnbullAve.
Tel. 823-6262
Fax. 823-6461
Francisco Gonzalez - D.M.
Elizabeth Rodriguez - Chair
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Community Planning District 10
Including Throggs Neck, Eastchester, Coop City and Country Club - and Hart and City
Islands
Here
is a site about the annual remembrance rite at the Potter's Field cemetery on Hart
Island
In the 2003 novel, Predatory
Bender, "Arthur's one-and-a-half lung-lobes were enough for Bertha
but like they said in old newsreels on PBS, time marches on. Through the MTA Arthur had
not only health insurance but also death insurance, a death benefit to be used for a
grave-plot and ceremony. "Any religion you want," they'd told her and so she'd
listened to that "dust to dust" and "he was a family man" from an oily
Spanish priest she barely knew, the fancy black car like the Mayor's driving through the
rain all the way out to St. Raymond's Cemetery, by the highway by the Throgs Neck Bridge
just before you'd get to Queens. The people from Concourse Village had given her three
baskets of fruit, as if when your husband died all you'd want was a banana and some
fuzzless peaches. They'd been nice at Concourse Village but there was no way she could
afford to live there anymore." (PB Ch. 1, pg. 10).
Community Board Information:
3165 E.Tremont Ave.
Tel. 892-1161
Fax. 863-6860
James Vacca - D.M.
Vincent Ruiz - Chair
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Community Planning District 11
Including Morris Park, Van Nest, Laconia and Pelham Parkway
In the 2003 novel, Predatory Bender, "[t]he gypsy cab dropped Jack Bender on Olinville Avenue, not in front of his
building but two doors down. There was a huge SUV double-parked, a wild-haired kid with a
Walkman taking orders for drugs from the driver. Jack took the first of the cardboard
boxes out, balancing it on the roof of a parked car. He put the second box on top. As the
gypsy cab drove off Jack heard a voice from behind.
"If my car's scratched you gonna pay." It was the wild-haired
teen's boss, a fat man in his late forties with a gold chain and an eye that had gone all
white -- a violent man, clearly, not a man to be trifled with. Jack picked up his boxes
but still the man wouldn't let them go. Jack nodded, trying to walk by the man without
looking into his eye. "Yo what's in there," the man demanded.
"Jes papers," Jack mumbled. He could run for his building's
entrance, but he'd have to put down the boxes to take his key ring out of his pocket.
"Lemme see." The guy took the top box and there was nothing
Jack could do about it, he was holding the bottom box with both hands.
"I told you, it's jes papers."
The guy was flipping through the files, shaking the box around. Some of
the files fell out on the sidewalk. "Boring pinhead sh*t," the guy said,
throwing the box on the ground. As Jack stooped down to pick it up the guy added,
"Don't be touchin' my car, ya hear?" Jack's mouth had gone dry and he
didn't say anything. He tried not to think anything either. He'd moved here for this job
and now he'd been suspended and he lived on a block with drug dealers and had to take
their two-bit pay-back... There. If you confronted your fears you could see that
they weren't so important."
Community Board Information:
1741 Colden Ave.
Tel. 892-6262
Fax. 892-1861
John Fratta - D.M.
Dominic Castore - Chair
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Community Planning District 12
Including Williamsbridge, Wakefield, Edenwald and East- and Baychester
In the 2003 novel, Predatory
Bender, Jack Bender's (first) lawyer goes to Wakefield: "The
postage-paid envelope wasn't returnable to the West Farms Mall but rather to EmpiFinancial
in New Rochelle, the office Janet Peel worked from. Lorraine took the Bronx River Parkway
to Wakefield, drove around under the elevated train, stopped in for some curry goat and
rice and peas, Jamaican food made best up here. Then she crossed into Westchester
County." (PB Ch. 10, pg. 58).
Community Board Information:
4101 White Plains Rd.
Tel. 881-4455/6
Fax. 231-0635
Carmen Angueira - D.M.
Fr. Richard Gorman - Chair
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