Thursday, July 06, 2006
scary stuff
Psychotic people are the scariest. They act upon the passing thought, the fantastic impulse.
What was the Lakewood NJ government doing about this for over six years?
Cats that look like Hitler.
What was the Lakewood NJ government doing about this for over six years?
Lakewood apartments charged with ethnic biasMeanwhile, the Indian River Delaware School District, which includes lovely Bethany Beach, is courting a heap of trouble: Jewish family flees Delaware school district's aggressive Christianity. Like the Dover PA evolution battle, here's a school board willing to spend taxpayer money defending the indefensible. & like the Dover board, money will trump their religious fervor, & the support they gain from bigoted outsider fanatics won't help their cause.
HUD's current allegations include:
Non-Jewish tenants were forced to transfer to buildings at the back of the property so that Jewish families could move to the better-maintained apartments at the complex's front end.
Non-Jewish tenants received little to no maintenance compared to the service provided to Jewish tenants. For example, Cottage Manor management refused to properly exterminate one non-Jewish family's apartment.
Cats that look like Hitler.
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"If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be." Thomas Jefferson
I don't think you'd get much argument there. Except, perhaps, from the psychotic folks. But it's ok because they will fight amongst oneselves.:)
Rental discrimination is hard to prove and hard to fight.
In one of the more obvious episodes in my own life, I once made a telephone appointment with a Clifton, NJ realtor to see a local apartment.
I called 15 minutes in advance to confirm that we were still on and got an enthusiastic 'yes'.
I arrived at the realtor and hadn't even gotten through the door (or introduced myself) before the realtor blurted out that the apartment had been rented.
This is a fact of life for people of color in the United States.
I get no pleasure at all in noting that Christian fascists are becoming more mainstream.
In one of the more obvious episodes in my own life, I once made a telephone appointment with a Clifton, NJ realtor to see a local apartment.
I called 15 minutes in advance to confirm that we were still on and got an enthusiastic 'yes'.
I arrived at the realtor and hadn't even gotten through the door (or introduced myself) before the realtor blurted out that the apartment had been rented.
This is a fact of life for people of color in the United States.
I get no pleasure at all in noting that Christian fascists are becoming more mainstream.
# posted by 
: 10:38 PM
: 10:38 PM
My family and I were very active and responsible in getting the first black renter in the city of Burbank, back in the late 1960's. It was hard, and as a teen, I was taken aback by the overt response when we showed up at the doorsteps .. black and all! (well, not me, I'm white, just for the record)
On another note, I'm sitting here in my apartment hearing siren sounds all about. Fire engines, and white trucks I've never seen before (no markings).
Apparently a "mysterious package" has been found in this residential neighborhood. Good thing the fire department is only one block away!
And since I'm chatting up a storm, thank goodness for that fire department being so close. On one occasion (I swear this is true) someone set my car on fire. Yup. A neighbor saw the fire being started and called 911, and the fire trucks rolled up in minutes. I, of course, had no clue, although I did hear the trucks, that any of this was related to me. Imagine my surprise when I got a call around midnight from the fire department (my registration was in the glove compartment, and they being government, got my phone number some how) asking me if I owned a 1985 Honda Prelude! Um, yeah. What was even wierder was they asked me if I was having "divorce" problems. Having been divorced from the party being referenced for nearly 16 years, the question was a tad wierd. Apparently, the fire department noticed that the name on the car registration was different that the name they obtained from whomever to get my phone number, and surmised perhaps I had recently been divorced and my ex set my car on fire!
After laughing for a second because I knew my ex did NOT drive up from San Diego just to set my 15 year old car on fire ... the fire department then concluded that my firebombed car was just part of that random act of setting cars on fire. Yes, the last month had seven or more cars set on fire on the same street as mine.
The other fire department moment was when my grandchild experienced a severe burn on his hand from touching a hot oven door on Thanksgiving. Decision time... go to the insurance hospital about 7 miles away .. or drive one block to the fire department. We chose the fire department, the personnel whom determined the burn was serious enough to bypass our insurance hospital and take the grandchild to Cedar Sinai, with the siren on.
I love my fire department!
On another note, I'm sitting here in my apartment hearing siren sounds all about. Fire engines, and white trucks I've never seen before (no markings).
Apparently a "mysterious package" has been found in this residential neighborhood. Good thing the fire department is only one block away!
And since I'm chatting up a storm, thank goodness for that fire department being so close. On one occasion (I swear this is true) someone set my car on fire. Yup. A neighbor saw the fire being started and called 911, and the fire trucks rolled up in minutes. I, of course, had no clue, although I did hear the trucks, that any of this was related to me. Imagine my surprise when I got a call around midnight from the fire department (my registration was in the glove compartment, and they being government, got my phone number some how) asking me if I owned a 1985 Honda Prelude! Um, yeah. What was even wierder was they asked me if I was having "divorce" problems. Having been divorced from the party being referenced for nearly 16 years, the question was a tad wierd. Apparently, the fire department noticed that the name on the car registration was different that the name they obtained from whomever to get my phone number, and surmised perhaps I had recently been divorced and my ex set my car on fire!
After laughing for a second because I knew my ex did NOT drive up from San Diego just to set my 15 year old car on fire ... the fire department then concluded that my firebombed car was just part of that random act of setting cars on fire. Yes, the last month had seven or more cars set on fire on the same street as mine.
The other fire department moment was when my grandchild experienced a severe burn on his hand from touching a hot oven door on Thanksgiving. Decision time... go to the insurance hospital about 7 miles away .. or drive one block to the fire department. We chose the fire department, the personnel whom determined the burn was serious enough to bypass our insurance hospital and take the grandchild to Cedar Sinai, with the siren on.
I love my fire department!
The Indian River School Board seems to be overlooking for the moment the fact that their taxpayer base includes a large population of retired people, & thousands of seasonal property owners & businesses, few of whom will want to pay millions for this matter to wind through the courts for years.
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