Paradise Management In The South Bronx Of America
Light falls in shades of autumn gold to be life support for
“the better angels of our nature,” I whispered words a US president wrote in
the 18th Century.
I sat on a bench with a view of the Bronx County Courthouse.
Down the hill used be Yankee Stadium until it was moved into a new ballpark. I
have to steal home base.
My expression was as blank as this Win98 document I’m worked
on to fill with legal footwork for whomever it may concern in the year 2015.
If you interfere with a city investigation you will be
arrested, a city inspector warned a building manager who tried to talk me out
of having my mother’s apartment examined for violations. He left with several
other employees of Paradise Management.
Two days later, my mother’s mailbox and others were
vandalized as if by explosives.
I used a friend’s cell phone to take pictures and filed
reports for criminal mischief and lost property at the Longwood Police Precinct
just four blocks away from home.
There’s something going on, I was told by our United States
Mail Carrier who told the superintendent to give my mother one of the mailboxes
that was functional.
The response from management was to have the superintendent
rip out the damaged row of mailboxes and plaster the hole while broken lobby
door went without repairs for days.
Our mail service was disrupted.
Expect delays or no delivery of Healthcare notifications
such as Medicare renewal forms, etc, etc and etc. These are the keys to the
mailbox and apartment on the other side of the building they want your mother
to move into, said the superintendent with a grin
They wanted us to move in without a lease that wasn’t ready
I was told. Don’t know what to do but
I’m doing it. Like a Rubik’s Cube, I have to try to establish a pattern of
harassment. I’m shaken up like the poor people evicted in Nepal.
I sighed, got up from the park bench and walked miles to
keep from homelessness in The South Bronx while my mother prays like a child
for help from God. I saw a sign.
I saw heavily armed police in the courtyard. They were
looking for a person of interest on the other of the building. He turned out to
be an employee of Paradise Management.
I suppose, like Jesus, we ought to give people a second lease
at life
