Wow! What a mess McGolrick Park has become since the warmer weather arrived. Whatever happened to Graham? He disappeared one day and has not been replaced. It seems that there is no longer any one person solely responsible for cleaning up the trash in the park, and boy, does it show. It seems that there are fewer trash cans (again, an annually recurring theme) as well. What is going on?!!
I know there are people who will sit and eat and drink and make a mess fifteen feet from a trash can and never once get up to toss anything into it. I know there are moms and grandmas that hold their children’s rears over the shrubbery and let them unload without cleaning it up. Do you really have to exacerbate this problem? How were you brought up? It is one thing when our resident band of roving adolescents destroy benches and trees and start fires in the middle of the plaza. They are kids, and they’re just gonna do stuff like that. But really, adults ought to know better.
And that brings us to the bums. They are back, with a vengeance. NYPD seems to have stopped harassing them. They are once again boldly inhabiting the park, unchallenged. They are defecating, urinating, drinking, smoking, exposing themselves to children and adults alike, brawling, sleeping, making messes and generally being a pain in the ass. This past Saturday I cut my right foot open, rather severely, on the shards of a broken margarita glass lurking in the still tall grass behind a bench (one of those outside the park fence, facing Nassau, where they often hang out). It required irrigation and stitches. I was in the process of picking up a crapload of vodka bottles and beer cans that had been there for a couple of days already when it happened. My bad for wearing flip-flops (never again!), but still…
I don’t know what to do about it. 311 doesn’t help. There is way too much tolerance for them in the nabe, and, especially lately, by local police. Short of becoming a vigilante, what is one to do?







