I wandered around the Lincoln Center plaza after a 2 ½-hour performance by Hugh Masekela, who played trumpet, sang, and even danced with great energy. The concert was the second of two nights celebrating his 75th birthday.
Moreover, if police start stopping and frisking hundreds of thousands of white women and men in the manner they’ve been searching young men of color, they will undoubtedly issue some summonses and make some arrests. There are middle-class white people in possession of illegal guns — not to mention heroin, illegal prescription painkillers, and marijuana. The success rates may not be high. But this shouldn’t deter police officials. After all, low success rates haven’t dissuaded them from searching young men of color for contraband and firearms.
Sounds fair to me. If you object to being stopped by the police, you probably have something to hide, right? Only criminals need to worry.
Not many people about given that it was the day after Christmas and rather chilly.
I am not the only native to feel this way. Here’s an old native New Yorker joke — Q: what’s the definition of a gentrifier? A: someone who arrived five minutes after you did.
My friend Josh Deutsch and guitarist Nico Soffiato recently played some of their duo music at Cafe Vivaldi.