The issue at hand is New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg turning
over (privatizing) Union Square Park’s landmark pavilion
into a ritzy 120-person restaurant concession, which would
be operated by one of his millionaire buddies, Danny Meyer.
By the way, the beautifully Spanish-tile roofed, colonnaded
pavilion has traditionally been an indoor play-area for the
surrounding neighborhoods’ children, who have no excess
of parks.
Residents claim that the Parks Department and Union Square
Partnership broke state and city laws by not getting the legislature’s
approval to change how parkland is used -- and by failing
to get City Council approval. Also, somehow an anonymous private
donor offered a $7 million contribution towards the restaurant
project, which would include a huge underground kitchen, and
which contribution smelled more like grease than generosity.
Funny how free parkland attracts the rats like restaurants’
garbage. And it’s not like you have to go hungry in
the area. There are about 150 food outlets within two blocks
of the park, covering the spectrum of appetites and budgets,
from proletarian MacDonald’s to the haute Blue Water
Grille. But this isn’t the first time Bloomberg and
his rubber-stamp Department of Parks and Recreation have tried
to pull a stunt like this.
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As the New York Daily News reported, recently, Bloomberg
& Company gave away Mullaly Park in the Bronx to build
the New Yankee Stadium. Mullaly Park was across the street
from the still-standing Yankee Stadium, where kids from the
abounding Hispanic and black neighborhoods came to play on
its diamonds. Think of a young A-Rod or Manny Rodriquez, who
both grew up in Washington Heights, swinging for the American
dream in that park.
Ironically, the mint-condition, old Yankee Stadium has been
pulling in four million people a season, a record all its
own. And the new stadium is really all about having more swanky
seats, private dining and viewing facilities, and higher prices.
The bottom line’s not about baseball but bucks.
What’s more, when Mullaly Park is paved over with the
new Yankee Stadium, the old stadium, the House that Ruth Built,
now billed as the Cathedral of baseball in Yankee promos,
will be torn down and replaced by a multi-story parking garage,
a sacrilege. But that’s how business plays ball these
days in New York.
On top of those real estate scandals, Randall’s Island,
planted in the East River, was first handed over to developers
to be a water park concession, but the deal sank. Then there
was a deal floated to give high-end private schools dibs on
using the island’s ball fields, like the Fauntleroys
had no other place to go. Fortunately, a Supreme Court justice
voided the deal though the city has appealed.
And for dessert, a few years ago the Madison Square Park
Conservancy gave a restaurant concession to Danny Meyer of
the Union Square Hospitality Group, and Meyer served up the
trendy Shake Shack. By the way, at the time, he also just
happened to be founder and a director of the Madison Square
Park Conservancy. Meyer, also owns the Union Square Grille
and Gramercy Tavern, and is a major cheerleader for the overall
$20 million renovation of Union Square Park. He did swear
under oath he wouldn’t bid to run a restaurant in Union
Square Park. But then what’s a little swearing got to
do with it?
Fortunately on April 21, a Manhattan Supreme Court justice
ordered a stop to construction temporarily. After a second
hearing last week, Supreme Court Justice Jane Solomon extended
the ban. How long that lasts, or if it’s permanent,
is anybody’s guess.
Some Union Square backstory
Union Square Park has a special place in the hearts of New
Yorkers. It was built and founded in 1882 at the point where
Broadway and what was the Bowery came together. Today, it’s
boundaries are 14th Street to the south, Union Square West,
an extension of Broadway, Union Square East, an extension
of Fourth Avenue, and 17th Street on the north side. The Park
serves neighborhoods from the Flatiron District to Chelsea
to Greenwich Village (and New York University) and Gramercy.
Union Square Park is a boon of greenery and beauty to the
surrounding neighborhood’s residents, the singles and
families; and to the thousands of white and blue collar workers,
who relax and play there, and even smooch there as spring
sunshine spills cherry blossoms on them, a green island in
a sea of concrete.
Today, there’s a great statue of George Washington
on horseback watching over the park as he must be watching
over America from somewhere, I hope. Other statues are of
the Marquis de Lafayette, Abraham Lincoln, and a larger-than-life
bronze of Mahatama Gandhi striding towards you, the symbol
of non-violent resistance who died at an assassin’s
hands.
The park has a tradition of patriotic to radical protest
rallies dating back to 1861, after the fall of Fort Sumter.
On September 5, 1882, the first Labor Day celebration was
held for some 10,000 workers who paraded past its reviewing
stand. Union troops gathered there in 1861 as well. May Day
rallies have championed workers, women, gay and lesbian rights
since then, as well as antiwar rallies throughout the Vietnam
and Iraq wars. Many a brilliant head has been busted there
by police nightsticks to remind us of the dark side of the
American Dream.
In the 1960s, too, city neglect made the park a gathering
place for the homeless, the least of the problem. Unfortunately,
it became a haven for druggies, dealers and winos as well.
It was subsequently cleaned up, but the spirit of the down-and-out
as well as the upwardly mobile, including working and middle
classes was never lost, nor should it be with Bloomberg and
his elite, exclusionary gang.
In 1976, the Council on the Environment of NYC created a
Greenmarket program in the northern end of Union Square, whereby
small family regional farmers could come and sell their wonderful
produce to New Yorkers. They draw 250,000 customers a week
to buy 1,000 varieties of fruits and vegetables and other
delectables. How’s that for walk-in traffic? There are
kiosks for 100 or more artisans. And there are holiday markets
before Thanksgiving and Christmas. The Greenmarket gives our
giant city a small town feel and taste.
Following 9/11 in 2001 and its false-flag operation, Union
square became a major gathering place for mourners, all those
who created spontaneous candle and photo memorials and vigils
to the lost. This in spite of the “frozen zone”
lower Manhattan became directly after 9/11 -- police often
stopping non-emergency vehicles and/or ordinary pedestrians.
This May Day a Mayday to America?
This May Day, Union Square Park, true to its roots, was home
to protestors of various causes. Cordons of young black students
were there to urgently protest the lack of a conviction for
the three cops who pumped a hail bullets into Sean Bell’s
car, body, and friends. But these kids, rapping and rhyming
slogans against racist police were a joy to behold, sounding
their voices, waving placards, and talking back to power,
shades of the '60s South.
There must have been a thousand cops gathered there, mostly
white, with more black than I would have liked to see, surrounding
the park, fencing it in like a pen, underscoring the police
state atmosphere we live in. Of course, the corporate media
were there, Fox News, CNN, NY1, CBS, et al, just waiting for
something to happen. Of course, the real May Day to America
that these protests represented would go right over their
talking heads.
Latinos gathered, as well, to protest the discrimination
against “illegal aliens,” poor people from Mexico
and other places south, not the moon, banging the drums for
fair treatment. One line, written on a Latino’s placard
summed it up: “Who’s an alien, pilgrim?”
How quick we forget where each one of us came from and whose
land this island of Manhattan and America really belonged
to and was stolen from.
Regrettably, there was a small antiwar presence there, which
led me to believe that the issue has moved in the minds of
New Yorkers and other Americans beyond legal means of dispute;
that even street protest is futile to the deaf, dumb, and
blind administration of George W. Bush & Company. So other
avenues must be explored: impeachment, arrest, a general strike,
a revolution?
Also in Union Square Park, there were members from the New
York City 9/11 ballot initiative to vote for a new 9/11 investigation.
They were gathering signatures from voters to get this issue
on the ballot in November. After all, if the tragedy began
here, it should be investigated here, and by a non-partisan
commission, not a Commission of Omission, a cadre of administration
puppets.
As someone said and I hope you see, “all politics is
local,” begins and ends at the local level, with our
local good and bad guys, working their way to the top or the
bottom. So, this is not just a story about what’s happening
in Union Square Park, but what is happening in America and
the world: privatization, a police state, blinded media, class
war, racism, discrimination, the haves and have-nots, and
so on. It’s all here, and I’ll bet, in your hometown,
large, medium or small.
In fact, as I walked from Union Square Park last week, west
on 14th Street, past the throngs of shoppers, I passed the
workingmen’s Irish pub where several months ago I had
dinner with author and friend Danny Estulin and some of his
cronies.
Estulin wrote the book on what this is all about, The True
Story of The Bilderberg Group, the folks who like to pull
the strings of our politicians, media, finance, etcetera --
and manage or even end our very lives. If I were still a drinking
man, I would have stopped for a tall one with the political
savvy pub proprietors. But, having hopped on the wagon years
ago, I hopped on the subway home to piece together this tale,
hoping it would wag the dogs of despair to hell.