James Wagner

in Madison Avenue this afternoon

What if they threw a demonstration and everbody came, except the media? Would you be able to get people into the streets next time? Think about it, while you search for coverage of the massive antiwar demonstration in New York today, and especially if you’re looking in the New York Times. See bloggy for the story about the missing story.
Is the conservative U.S. establishment still afraid to show the popular opposition to a disastrous goverment and its disastrous foreign adventures, even when those disasters have finally become so obvious? Does it think a crude media blackout will discourage its critics? And, more important, will it?
While I’m also thinking just now that the demonstrators who marched out to Versailles in 1789 didn’t need the NYTimes to help them bring their own king back to Paris, where he was capitally eliminated a few years later, I have to admit that the French have generally been much more courageous about seeing that their governments remain responsible than we have.

Later this afternoon I expect to have a gallery of about two dozen photos up on this post, taken while we marched with Palestinians and Jews Against the Occupation.
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UPDATED: Photos are now here; captions will arrive later on Sunday.
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UPDATED: Captions are now atteached to the photos.

I think this was supposed to be a positive image

No reason for putting this up this at this particular moment. I just neglected to post this wonderful rant I found in Newsday when it first appeared, over ten days ago. It’s been in my head ever since, and I thought that finally letting it out here might let me move on [I don’t like to have to think about Giuliani. I really, really don’t].
Jimmy Breslin [omigosh, someone I know was actually surprised to hear he was still around when I mentioned his name recently!] has no love for our former mayor, and he’s not shy about writing about the man’s bogus reputation as somehow divine, even when his column is really about another cheap charlatan, George W. Bush.*

He was a nobody as a mayor and in one day he became a hero. This sudden career, this door opening to a room of gold, all started for Rudolph Giuliani when his indestructible bunker in a World Trade Center building blew up. He had personally selected it, high in the sky, and with tons of diesel fuel to give emergency power.
And Guiliani walks on. He walks from his bunker, up Barclay Street and went on television. Went on and announced his heroism and then came back every hour or so until he became a star, a great figure, a national hero, the mayor who saved New York.
Most of this comes from these dazed Pekinese of the Press. Giuliani was a hero with these news people. He did not pick up a piece of steel or help carry one of the injured off.
He made the trade center his private cathedral. Police commanders were terrified of letting you in. There was only Rudy, who flew his stars, Oprah and the like, down to see it.

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Breslin begins this March 7 column, with characteristic restraint, “In his first campaign commercial. George Bush reached down and molested the dead.”


[Image by Joe McNally, from “Faces of Ground Zero”]

throngs escaping underground New York, February 29, 2004

It’s worse than we could have imagined.
Ray Sanchez wrote another excellent column in Newsday on Monday, about disaster preparedness in the New York transit system. A second piece appears today. They’re both very scary.
After February 29, and the reporting of Sanchez, we could no longer fool ourselves that the MTA knew what to do in the event of a subway emergency, even two and a half years after 9/11. Now, thanks to Sanchez’s columns, we know that the city’s Office of Emergency Planning (OEM) isn’t interested in the MTA. But that’s not all. It also seems that the various parties who have to work together in real emergencies can’t even work together to plan for emergencies.

MEANWHILE: I’ve been “de-gayed” and “de-clawed” by Time Out
On a related note, I can report an interesting follow-up to my own experience, or at least to my report of that experience. Last week Time Out/New York included a surprisingly and offensively glib (careless?) piece on the fire which shut down a number of subway lines two Sundays back, injuring some passengers and frightening, even terrifying, many others. I felt I had to call them on it, so I went to my keyboard.
Last night I found that some form of my letter appears at the top of their current “Letters” section. Unfortunately neither the original article nor the letter can be found on their site, but since they made some very interesting changes in my text, I’ll try to illustrate here what happened twixt my laptop and their hard copy.
I admit that I was kinda thrilled with the novelistic title they slapped at the top of the letter, “Tracks of my fears,” and when I first read the five inches of printed text I thought they might not have cut my original letter at all. Then I checked, in what I thought was just an excess of conceit, and I uncovered some interesting edits.
I should have expected the subjective, fairly arbitrary word or syntax changes I saw, but what I found more interesting is that they decided to totally eliminate my partner Barry. Gee, I’d hate to think that you can only be queer, ok, even “gay,” in Time Out if you’re in the entertainment listings.
Also, even though I understand that TONY is basically just a [pretty good] entertainment rag and therefore I should not have been surprised by the tone of their article, I think it’s significant that they were careful to eliminate my critical reference to their reporter’s slant [which was in fact far more facile than I had indicated in my letter].
Finally, I notice that they chose to subtly eliminate my more alarming descriptions of what the situation was like underground, somewhat diluting the letter’s basic argument.

What follows below is first what I sent them by email:

Along with almost the entire media establishment of the New York region, TONY missed the real story in the February 29 subway fire and evacuations. Even worse, Ayren Jackson makes light of it in “Talking Points” this week, and you all should know better. The next time might not be so entertaining to your readers.
People were discomforted and terrified, some were injured by smoke, but the real story is what the experience says about New York’s ability to cope with a real terrorist incident, or even a disastrous accident. A single homeless man throwing debris can cause people to be trapped for hours in the subway?
My partner and I were confined below ground from 5:30 until 7:30. Our train was apparently one of the more fortunate, since some people weren’t free until 9, and many suffered smoke inhalation requiring hospitalization. After the first few minutes of explosion and fire there was little smoke where we were, but many of us were terrified, and we still had to wait over two hours from the time the train was initially halted, more than an hour after we were told help was on its way, and certainly long after the tracks were “no longer juiced”, in Jackson’s words.
When we were finally permitted to exit, the route involved simply walking out an open subway door, stepping along a 15-foot shelf to an emergency exit, and then climbing a couple flights of stairs to the busy Village street above.
What the experience says about easily-imagined future disasters makes us seriously question living in NYC, and we’re crazy about this city.

This is what they actually printed:

Tracks of my Fears
Along with almost the entire media establishment of the New York region, TONY missed the real story in the February 29 subway fire and evacuations [“Talking Points,” Out There, TONY 441].
People were discomforted and terrified, some were injured by smoke, so the real story is what the experience says about New York’s ability to cope with a real terrorist incident, or even a disastrous accident. A single homeless man throwing debris can cause people to be trapped for hours in the subway?
I was confined below ground due to this incident for two hours. My train was apparently one of the more fortunate, as some people weren’t freed until hours later, and many suffered smoke inhalation, requiring hospitalization. After the first few minutes of explosion and fire, there was little smoke where we were standing; however we still had to wait more than two hours from the time the train was initially halted, more than an hour after we were told help was on its way and a long time after the tracks were “no longer juiced.” What the experience says about easily imagined future disasters makes me seriously question living in NYC.