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The Patrimony, a short story by Vicki from about 20 years ago. Mystery, with murder and grisly violence.
The Restoration of Manion's Coffin Works, another short story by Vicki from about 20 years ago. Horror, not for the squeamish.
Our Eviction.
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Recent events.Selected Columbia Univesity officers and employees, with email addresses.
Writers and Civil Liberties, off-site links.
Writers.
ASJA, the American Society for Journalists and Authors.
The poet and editor Michael Benedikt, prolific in moving from print to the Web.
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HWG, the HTML Writers Guild, for Web authors, designers, and code writers.
The photographer Andrea Mohin.
NLGJA, the National Lesbian & Gay Journalists Association.
NWU, the National Writers Union.
PEN, which is also among civil liberties groups.
The novelist Tracy Quan.
The technical writer Andreas Ramos, with fine support on using the Web and online technologies.
The investigative reporter Paul Trummel, denied protection of the First Amendment for not being a "real" journalist.
Civil Liberties.
ACLU, the American Civil Liberties Union.
Free Bernard Baran.
cars-suck.org, Right of Way, for bikers, pedestrians, and public-transit riders.
The Center, Lesbian and Gay in New York City.
COYOTE, founded by Margo St. James, to organize prostitutes and gain legal protection for them.
EFF, the Electronic Frontier Foundation.
Feminist Majority Foundation Online.
GLAAD, the Gay Lesbian Alliance Against Discrimination.
Lambda, Lesbian and Gay Legal Services.
lesbian.com, with great support for sexuality and gender identification, as well as the international struggle against racism, or lesbian.org, concentrating mainly on feminism and related political issues.
Marijuana advocacy.
Mumia Abu-Jamal.
Amnesty International on Mumia.
Censorship by Execution?, by Al Weinrub.
International Concerned Family and Friends of Mumia.
Justice for Mumia at http://www.j4mumia.org/.
Justice for Mumia at http://www.mumia2000.org/.
Mobilization to Free Mumia.
News reports by Mumia.
New York City events.
Pacifica Radio.The NAACP, seminal African-American group.
NOW, seminal women's group.
PeaceFire, on stealth cyber censorship.
PEN, which is also among writers' groups.
PETA, nonhuman rights. But see also Declan McCullagh's Wired news story.
Politech, technology and civil liberties, by Declan McCullagh.
Pride Senior Network.
Shelter Reform, advocacy for the nonhuman homeless.
Tenant Advocacy.
Housing Works, advocacy for the homeless, especially with AIDS.
Rent Wars, by Ronin Amano.
Tenant Dot Net Forever, tenant rights in New York City.
Transgender advocacy.
National Transgender Advocacy Coalition.
New York Association for Gender Rights Advocacy.
Vegan advocacy.
WRL, the War Resisters League.
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FLASH! New York, December 21, 2012, 6:12 a.m. Vicki's most pious holyday greeting: May the light shine longer and stronger in your life for next 6 months. But only if you live in our beloved northern hemisphere, that is. Let it start getting darker for those Aussies and Colombians.
[See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, August 01, 2012. Earth's gravitational field has brutally driven Vicki down for 48h years today. In hexadecimal notation of course. That's 23×32 in palindromic notation. (Okay, does ASCII algebra — 2^3*3^2 — make it more palindromic?) [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, December 22, 2011. May the light shine longer and brighter every day for the next six months. Until the summer solstice. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, April 27, 2011, 10:02 a.m. OUR PREZ KICKS No, not our personal landlord. We mean the guy with his name in the garish 72,000-point typeface on all those blights on midtown Manhattan. We mean the self-appointed czar of New York landlords. All it took was Barack Obama's sending a personal aide to Hawaii for special POTUS-only dispensation to release his original "Certificate of Live Birth". Hawaiian law seals those documents for everyone else. Not to worry. Our slumlords can still vote for the Donald as King of Klown Kolledge. That is, according to The Onion, if Trump can show a "certificate proving he's not a festering pile of shit." [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, April 05, 2011. BLAME BOOBY as BOSS Who owns the slums of New York? The slumlord or the flunkies they hire to take the heat for them? Conforming to the wish of many slumlords to remain anonymous — in hiding from their tenants, from the courts, from the scorn of the public — a list of the worst buildings in New York cites hired flunkies, not their bosses. The listing for our building, for example, has "Francisco Diaz", unknown to us — never seen, never met, by us — instead of the real slumlords Philip Tager and Steven E. Carter. Mr. Diaz replaces our well-known rent-collector, Vilma Vigil, on the earlier list compiled by Bill De Blasio, the City Public Advocate. Apparently Ms. Vigil has had it with the tenant flak, and has prevailed on an unfortunate associate to get the Public Advocate to make poor Mr. Diaz the new phony slumlord. We've placed this slightly edited comment on Mr. De Blasio's web site.
Once again you cite employees as the owners of buildings in violation. In particular, I live at 1616 Amsterdam Avenue, in Manhattan. I have never heard of "Francisco Diaz", whom you call the owner of the building.
The management company for my home is Perseus Capital Managment, L.L.C. Its CEO is Steven E. Carter. The holder of the deed and the mortgage is "1616 Amsterdam Holdings, L.P.", whose partners are Philip Tager and Steven E. Carter.
That partnership owns all the buildings that you attribute to Diaz, Denny Caraballo, Vilma Vigil, and perhaps several others. As Carter, a Princeton alum c. 1996, is the sole owner of Perseus Management, he is the active partner. Tager, a celebrated leader of the Lebanese diaspora in NYC, is the backer, the financier, the silent partner.
Carter and Tager own Cronus Capital L.P. a real-estate investment brokerage. It is the only business they openly (and proudly) call their own.
Tager's humanitarian activity, as the founder of SEAL (Social, Economic Action, Lebanon), is raising funds to restore livable conditions for the bombed-out fishermen of Southern Lebanon. I support and laud his efforts. However, I take no pride or pleasure in living in one of the New York hovels from which he draws his considerable income.
Carter is the active slumlord-in-hiding, using his staff to cover his work from his hifalutin Ivy League social circle. He lives at the Sabrina, condo 13M, on the west side of Broadway, between West 97th and West 98th.
See vicric.com. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, March 01, 2011. SLUMLORDS FLAME Please click fixperseus.wordpress.com for our slumlords' reactions to this site — and our tenancy. A WNYC chat page is similar. You'll also see our (somewhat belated) contribution to the flame wars. Okay, we admit that the archaic, hackneyed "Flash!!" at the head of this entry is a reduntantly unnecessary bit of excessively exclamatory exaggeration. But, as we will learn to always say, what's life without a hyper dole of hyperbole in it? The slumlord Steven E. Carter writes that Vicki is "one of the craziest tenants in the professional tenant business." Well, if he means that Vicki is not afraid of eviction, he's wrong. Vicki is terrified of going to court again. But, now in her eighth decade, Vicki is more terrified of being remembered for hiding from a bully. But hey, thanks for the promotion. Vicki has been crazy enough to see herself in the amateur tenant business. Unfortunately, Mr. Carter has neglected to mention where Vicki can collect her paycheck. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, December 31, 2010, 11:59 p.m. EST. CRAPPY NEW FEAR, Elevator down. Front door open to the street, the world, the universe. No building super. No live person to assist tenants. No security. No hygiene. That's what we've endured in the waning years, months, days, minutes, seconds of the first decade of the first century of this millennium. Well, slumlords Steven E. Carter, of Condo 13M in the century-old, lavishly restored luxury residence, The Sabrina, spanning West 97th to 98th streets on the river side of upper Broadway, and Philip Tager, who try to hide their identities behind their hapless flunkies — a notch below online spammers in loserdom, in ripping a living off backs stronger than theirs — here's what we have for you in the new year: No rent! [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, December 31, 2010 NYC Mayor Bloomberg exits the first year of his ill-fated third term: His Sanitation Commissioner gets stuck in the snow. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, December 29, 2010 VEGAN in Charged with damaging the property of brutalizers making their livings by torturing helpless animals to a slow, prolonged death, the magnificent vegan Steve Murphy languishes in a Texas jail. Citing Steve's difficulty getting vegan food, his supporters urge contacting the prison staff and their honored guest. Vicki has just faxed and mailed this letter to the prison: December 29, 2010 Vicki Richman [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
November 3, 2010 It's 24 hours since we voted, in the 84th Election District of New York, and we're still reeling from the belated accuracy of George Orwell's foresight. We used the new paper ballot, replacing the time-honored mechanical lever machine, which was installed for Vicki's first vote, in 1961. Waiting to be assigned our ballot sheet, we overheard the election worker instruct the confused lady in front of us. You can vote for any candidate, the worker intoned, waving her hand over the left side of the page, which included Democratic and Republican columns, but once you mark your choice, she went on with her well-rehearsed lecture, you must stay in that column. That is, your choices must be from either the Democratic or Republican party, but not both and not the minor parties on the right side of the page. Of course, as the officially sanctioned, designated nosy eavesdroppers that we are, we immediately tried to prevent the worker from illegally influencing the lady's vote. We vote for people, we tried to explain, not for parties. You can vote for no more than one person for any given office, but your choices for the many different offices may be members of any party whatever, from the left side to the right, or from no party at all, if you to choose to write in a candidate. Horrified at our doomsday radical swill corroding the foundation of our republic, the election worker immediately shut us up and commanded us, under pain of disenfranchisement, not to interfere with lawful, licensed election professionals, trained to guide a mentally impaired, disabled populace into the unfathomable depths of democracy. Okay, shutting up, we took our ballots, went to the "private" booths, and marked our choices. Most were for the minor-party candidates on the right side. I voted for the few Working Families candidates for the local legislatures, and for the hooker, the radical activist, and the anarchist, listed in the parties they created for themselves, running for statewide offices. The official instructions meted out by the licensed, trained, delegated employee assisting voters would have forbidden my ballot, but I ignored them. Then I brought my maverick ballot to the scanner that would (secretly) read and count our votes. Not so fast. A worker at the scanner snatched my ballot out of its privacy folder, looked it over, and started to slide it in the machine. I snatched it back, and told her it's my vote, not hers, so let me vote. No, she said, her job was to be sure my vote was correct and correctly inserted into the machine. That is, as I understood her, a government worker must carefully scrutinize my ballot to assure that my Constitutionally protected vote is free, secret, and private. What a blessing to live in the most democratic and technologically advanced nation in the world! [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, May 28, 2010. We have appended our letter of April 28: This is what your
near-criminal incompetence costs: [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. Our elevator has not moved for five weeks, and we see no hint of any attempt to repair it. In January, it was down for three weeks. When Philip Tager and Steven Carter bought the property, in May 2007, they fired the building super, and no employee of Cronus, H.I.G., or Perseus has resided here since. We have sent this letter to our landlord: April 28, 2010 1616 Amsterdam Holdings We have a problem: Why are we paying rent to you? Well, as we understand your invoices, we pay you for failing to evict us. Hmm. That somehow reminds us of The Godfather or The Sopranos, in which hapless goombas pay their capo to refrain from killing them. Or perhaps it reminds us of the Age of Feudalism, when serfs paid half their crops to their lord for the right to live off the other half. Both The Village Voice and my web site site show Perseus Capital Management owned by Steven E. Carter, residing in Condo 13M of the The Sabrina Condo grand highrise, on the west side of Broadway between West 97th and 98th Streets. It has a main entrance on 98th and another on 97th. (The latter is more convenient to both Mr. Carter's penthouse and a tenants' picket line.) With Symphony Space, the Thalia, and Caf Viva, that hood is still a haunt of ours. When Cartesian rarefation had not yet leveled Manny Hess's pool parlor or Marty Reisman's ping-pong palace, both just south of Mr. Carter's newly elegant digs, Vicki practiced her juvenile delinquency on Broadway in the upper 90s. But what does Mr. Carter's management company manage? It doesn't manage elevator repairs. It simply affixes a band-aid when it finally pleases Perseus to find the time, about five to seven weeks after the elevator breaks down. Perseus does not provide a building superintendent living in this building. Perseus has voicemail, but no human being to respond to our pleas for help. Despite the LLC name, none of our rent appears to pay for management by Perseus. Well, what do you know! Mr. Carter is also a partner in 1616 Amsterdam Holdings, to which we write our rent checks. So the business of his management company is apparently only to collect our rent and deliver it to himself under a different business name. So if we pay you rent for managing the building, as your LLC name implies, you lose badly. Okay, let's say we pay you half to refrain from evicting us, and half to manage. Your failure to repair the elevator with anything other than spit and duct-tape is worth, say, 15% of our rent. We see a resident super as worth even more than the elevator. The super can be a friend, a confidant, an assistant, a helper, a guardian, a mediator. A super can even ease the pain of a failed elevator, or get it running when we need it to run, or know how to get quick help. A resident super is worth 20% of our rent. Your other management failures and incompetence are worth, oh say, 5%. We'll pay you 50% as the tribute due our lord. We'll pay you 10% for what little management you find the cash and time to perform. We'll pay you a grand total of 60% of our rent, as ordered by the Division of Housing and Community Renenwal in Docket Number VB 430010 B. We'll withhold 40% of our rent for your failure to manage and for your general incompetence, until and unless either the DHCR or the court rules otherwise. Vicki Richman [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, Oct. 12, 2009, noon. PRAISE THE LORD. The slulandlord, that is. Barely two weeks into the New York City heating season, a pitch-perfect player has tickled the keyboard of our comfort. This early in October, there's only a couple of chills-out each week. But those hassle-ridden frosty moments have been accompanied by radiators pulsating with welcome warmth. The rest of the time, temperate temperatures yield accommodatingly cool radiators. Never before in our tenancy has the heat been managed so efficiently in the problem-loaded early and late weeks of the heating season. Thank you, Philip Tager and Steven Carter, of Cronus Capital and Perseus Capital Management. Thanks too to those community-caring activist ladies, Joumana Tager, and Dr. Catherine F. Eubanks, for parrying raw power from the hands of their alpha-male swains and infusing them with ethics. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, Apr. 28, 2009, 04:08 p.m. Well, the New York temperatures remain in the 90s F., and our slumlord continues to send full-pressure steam to our radiators. Perhaps I can buy carbon credits and apply those payments to my monthly rent. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, Apr. 26, 2009, 05:12 p.m. IT SETS A RECORD. The New York temperature for this date. 92 F. Never before. Our landlord celebrated the occasion by correcting the error cited in our earlier entry, for March 2. Our building's radiators were hotter than they'd ever been all winter. Earlier this week the landlord turned off the heat. So we had no hot water, which is required 24/7, all year. Our complaints succeeded; our water was steaming, but so was our flesh, with the radiators at full blast. Apparently our sorry slumlords, Philip Tager, and Steven Carter, of Cronus Capital and Perseus Capital Management, don't know how to turn on the hot water without also turning on the steam heat. Would Mr. Tager, in a new south Yorkville high rise, or Mr. Carter, in an upper Upper West Side luxury condo, have endured blazing hot radiators in 92 weather with the vacant stares and aimless shrugs that their flunkies give our angry voicemail? Well, I'm supposing. I never see their flunkies. We have no building super. All we have is unanswered voicemail and our imagination at how they react to any message they may have failed to erase. As New Yorkers know, most of our radiators are rusted open to receive the steam. Managing to close a valve, though, stops only the steam convection. The radiator remains in physical contact with the riser pipe, with carries the steam through the building. A closed radiator continues to get hot by conduction, which is only slightly less efficient than convection. Who hears us bitch? Rental authorities or the green movement? We look forward to summer. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, Mar. 2, 2009, 05:46 a.m. BUT IS IT TORTURE? We awaken to the worst blizzard in New York City since 1996. And the coldest parts of our home are the radiators and the water pipes. Our sorry slumlords, Philip Tager, Steven Carter, of Cronus Capital and Perseus Capital Management, apparent victims of the financial crisis caused by their own vulture investment strategy, seem to have run out of funds to replace our defective boiler. Mr. Tager's apartment, in south Yorkville, and Mr. Carter's condo, on the upper Upper West Side, luxury homes both, are surely heated well into the comfort zone, with faucets breathing steaming vapor. One is a Trumpesque monument to institutional vandalism sanctioned by greed; the other, a prewar penthouse palace steeped in the picaresque lore of the Upper West Side. They both offer amply amiable space for picket lines and dissemination of well-crafted educational matter. Hey, Mr. Carter's condo board members may yet prove provocative penpals for Vicki. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, Feb. 20, 2009. SLUM HOG Actually investment brokers of the vulture species, they parade themselves in front of big bucks. They presume the commodity they trade — we slumdogs — lack the sentience to smell them out. Prices rise. Philip Tager and Steven Carter, of Cronus Capital and Perseus Capital Management, flip their stuff, while our homes crumble beneath our feet. But what happens when the market stops rising? They can't clear a profit from three or four decades of rent-protected tenants. What happens is, they get empty apartments off statutory protection. Vacancy under rent stabilization means an 18-20% increase in rent for the new tenant. To that they add 2.5% of the cost of itemized improvements, like parquet floors or a new fridge. When the regulated rent reaches $2K per month, it's destabilized, and the free market prevails. A typical slumlord's only incentive for occupied units is to get rid of the occupants. It does that by: 1. offers to buy us out; 2. court summonses on phony charges, hoping we'll be too scared to show up; 3. constructive eviction — that is, making our homes unlivable by neglect and alleged burglary and assault. They bang, smash, and drill their way through empty units. Not only do the unlicensed and undocumented day laborers obstruct our quiet enjoyment of our homes, but they also work in violation of building and sanitation codes. We live in daily danger of fire, explosion, infestation, and stuctural instability. But the New York state Division of Housing and Community Renewal, which protects rent, looks only at the landlord's invoices in invoking increases. The DHCR ignores summonses, criminal convictions, and the landlord's repeated failures to appear in court. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, Jan. 20, 2009, 12:06 p.m. Unbelievable. But true! Inauguration had to happen before we'd believe it could happen. My Sugar Hill and all of Harlem are transfixed in awe and exaltation. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, Nov. 11, 2008. Well yes, we're well aware of our unseemly silence for the past week, but Veterans' Day has finally routed us from our state of shock. Returning to our senses, we find no reason to celebrate newfound patriotism or the blundering, blustering first steps of long-slumbering liberty shaking the sleep from its clouded eyes. Protest must prevail! I mean, if I posted the one good review this site got, I'd have to clear out space for all the pans. Last week no one elected Barack Obama to any office. We elected maybe about 364 electors who have promised to vote for Senator Obama between December 15 and December 24. The Congress shall count their votes on January 6 of next year. Give us a break! That's a lot of shit we
have to wade through before we can salute a President
Obama. If history teaches us anything, it's the shit
that has risen to the surface when our
honorable representatives have taken to (s)electing a president. A week after New Year's Eve. Vicki will finally be able to
rejoice in the one and only truly African-American leader of
the expensive, expansive world. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
August 8, 2008. OWNER. BROKER. But "slumlord" no longer. At least not in
the conventional sense of the word. The bosses of us, Philip Tager and Steven E. Carter, of Cronus Capital Management and
Perseus Management, have gone well
beyond minimal responsibility and responsiveness in managing
our home. We have no resident
super, no active phone contact. But a porter
arrives every morning, cleans, prepares garbage for collection, effects
rountine maintenance, and takes random requests
from tenants. The staff returns calls to
voicemail. The elevator has been reasonably regular in the
last three months. The intercom and front-door lock are
adequate. Perhaps most gripping is
Mr. Carter's sudden emergence from behind his iron broker
curtain. Less than a year ago, the staff answered, "We can't
reveal that information," when we asked whether Mr. Carter
was in charge. Now he's "Steve" to tenants on voicemail
and even personally takes care of certain issues. No
longer is it true that he stays in the back room and "hires
handlers for us." But if they aren't "slumlords" in
the popular sense of the word, neither are they the typical
"landlord" who traditionally lives on rent collected for
maintaining comfortable homes and caring for
tenants' needs. Messrs. Tager and Carter are investment
brokers. They own us in the sense that traders own Wall
Street securities. They simply hope to sell us off one day
as profitably as possible. But they've figured out that
their investment does not slip into a file folder in the cabinet; we
squawk. And our squawks have apparently taught our owners
that they should at least make nice until they can flip us. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
August 1, 2008. 17 is PRIME. Vicki reaches the cusp of
adulthood today. She comes of age this year. Since 1940 this is her fourth attempt at growing up, but she assures her readers
that the new millenium is finally her time. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
June 12, 2008. From CONTEMPT Our landlords' personal names and addresses on this
Web site show no
contempt of court. The bottom line aside, the
court's dictum was not quite what we had predicted — uh,
begged for —
two months ago. As is typical of lower courts, the judge shunned locking the door when
leaving it ajar with a portable "no entry" sign would do just as well. If some landlord later chooses, as one
surely will, to kick the sign aside, it will be up to a
higher court to decide how strong a lock the door needs. With no mention of freedom of
speech, the judge ruled simply that, although this site
violated a court stipulation, the slumlord plaintiff, Perseus Capital Management, had
presented only hearsay evidence of financial harm suffered
from the mind of Vicki. Prima facie evidence, the
judge held, would be a prospective renter's testifying that
she had balked at signing the lease only after reading this site. Well,
the plaintiff should have come to us. We get a phone call a
week from renters considering
Perseus. Please sign the
lease, we plead; we need brave battlers fighting at our
side in our tenants
association. Uh-huh, we hear them say before they hang up. For now our site works. But in the future, we don't doubt that a landlord will easily
scare up such witnesses at what they'd consider trivial expense. A stronger minimum, in our
humble opinion, would
have been the physical appearance of Philip Tager or Steven E. Carter to
affirm what personal — not just commercial
— goodies Vicki's wit had whittled away. But the
whole raison d' tre of their vulture brokerage, Cronus Capital, is
to treat tenants as property. They hide from us; they hire handlers for us. They send only employees
and contractors to court. The dictum held
our attorney, Steven DeCastro, a courthouse
virtuoso. We had struggled mightily to find witnesses, but when the plaintiff rested, DeCastro told us
not to sweat the
small stuff; they had proved nothing. Let's just
stand pat, he advised, and raise the pot in closing. Our lawyer knew his game. Our site didn't hint at it, but
we hadn't a full night's sleep after closing, fretfully praying in
our sweat-soaked bed that we'd finally tell Steve, "Well done, counselor!" Well done, counselor! Well argued! Well played! [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, May
9, 2008 Gretchen Morgenson in today's
New York Times: "Questions of Rent Tactics by
Private Equity." But remember, you saw it here first, in our
entry for December 31, 2005. L&T differences aside, our sympathy and support are with
our landlords for the
strife the people of Beirut are now enduring. With their
wives, both have
worked to rebuild Lebanon after at least five
decades of civil wars, assimilation of Palestinians
driven from their home, and bombings by Israel. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, May 6, 2008 AUNTIE SEMITE? That's how the litigator for a feared
and hated
eviction mill in New York, specializing in putting
African-American and Latino tenants on the street to make
room for affluent whites, chose to characterize Vicki for
writing this web site. Perhaps "Trannie Semite" would have been more
apt. Borah Goldstein has evicted me three times since 1977,
twice for the crime of being transgendered. "As the child of Holocaust
survivors," the litigator appealed to the judge, "I object
to her web site and want her held in contempt." He must have
made his family proud, passing the bar and joining the law
firm that many tenants see as a virtual New York Gestapo,
which keeps its receptionist in a bullet-proof cage. "She's sophisticated," the litigator
described me, begging the court to ignore my dowdy appearance. "The web site goes back to the 1990s," he went on,
once again proving that history is written by the winners, "with a
long record of harassing landlords." Harassment:
1. being called "John and/or Jane Doe" in eviction papers after returning
to care for an ailing mother; 2. getting the boot from one's childhood home;
3. entering the database of blacklisted tenants. Its rise to power began in 1977,
when it booted me from the home where I became
transgendered. It was called Finkelstein Borah Goldstein
then. The founding partner, Danny Finkelstein, now known as the
dean of New York landlord-tenant law, wrote the textbooks
judges consult before ruling. Less than two decades
after his partner Robert Goldstein litigated me out of my West 82nd
rent-controlled home, Mr. Finkelstein joined his son's modest real-estate firm,
forever gone from what had
become the most prolific eviction mill in the city, the firm he had founded. Final arguments are over; memoranda
of law are filed; we await the court's decision on contempt. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
MAY DAY, 2008. SOLIDARITY! For tenants without liquidity, that's all we
have. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. In hearing our lawyer's argument against
contempt, the court ruled that that plaintiff
has produced no evidence that Philip Tager, a respected leader of the
Lebanese diaspora in New York, is affiliated with our
landlord, and has in fact denied it. Therefore we infer that
we may now cite Mr. Tager as one of the two partners of the
LP
that owns us. While none denied the other partner's identity, none
fully affirmed it. Rather than speak for himself, Steven E. Carter preferred
presenting the plaintiff's preening posse of parcel-peddling
puppets, pampered Pesakh petseles, and
pandering poseurs on parade. Representing us, Steven DeCastro
has taken the bold and dangerous move of resting our case without presenting
any testimony or evidence. Answering plaintiff would provide
little, our lawyer reckoned, that his cross had not already shown. Worse, it
would allow the plaintiff to rebut our defense and perhaps
fill the gaping holes we believe it had left in its case. But the most compelling reason to
refrain from presenting fact, in our merely ethical opinion, is to leave our First Amendment
protection in the overarching position for acquittal. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Mar. 17, 2008. Our slumlords have hauled us into court,
calling this site in contempt. Setting them off was our reply to their nonpayment
claim. We had withheld 60% of our
rent for violations and lack of required
services. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, Mar. 11, 2008. GOOGLE BOMB! Attempting to prove that Vicki is in contempt of court for this
site, the Borah Goldstein litigator representing our
landlords is claiming that Vicki has
doled out copious coin to convert this site to a Google bomb. Pay Google?!! Borah Goldstein, Perseus Capital Management, and Cronus Capital have enabled our
bomb by repeatedly searching for citations
of themselves on this site. In what may
be the most perfect circle in legal logic, Borah's attempts to
prove contempt have generated their sole evidence for contempt. Google
should be paying Vicki for the heavy hits this site has
fetched for the search engine. Our trial resumes on March 24, at 2 p.m. The
court has shown an even-handed judicial restraint and
respect for justice. Criminal
contempt has been thrown out. It is now a civil matter, with
a "preponderance" — much more than 51% — of the
evidence needed to affirm the plaintiffs' motion. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Feb. 27, 2008. CONTEMPT! Vicki is now in contempt of court for this
site. It's all over but the trial, scheduled for March 10. A blindfold has not
spared Dame Justice a rancorous reaction to our December
5 entry. We complied with our agreement to remove
the identities of our actual owners. But upon reading our edited
text, the court has expanded its order, without
prompting by our adversary, to include any
reference to our landlords' business names, Perseus Capital Management, which is
for tenants only, and Cronus Capital, for investors only;
no tenants allowed on the latter site. In our opinion, stripping, shredding, and
slip-shodding this page any further will not change the
court's view of our site. But it will destroy
the work that Vicki has been creating for over ten years. Or, as e e cummings writes in his
i sing of Olaf, "'there is some shit I will not eat'." [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Feb. 22, 2008. TENANTS GAIN Turning back various regulated
rent increases for as long as two years, with retroactive
rebates assessed, the
Division of Housing and Community Renewal has just ruled in
favor of the Tenants Association petition citing unsanitary
conditions and the lack of essential
services and habitability. The decision has been logged as VB430010B. It was handed down about
a year after our submission. It fails to
acknowledge that the present owner removed the resident
superintendent about three months after the date of our
petition. The tenants are considering another RA-84 petition
for lack of a resident employee or of 24/7 maintenance service. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Jan. 30, 2008, 12:31 p.m. An Israeli govenment
commission has just reported "'grave failings' among political and
army leaders," according to Reuters, in shelling southern Lebanon in July
2006. The skirmish, which reportedly killed 1200 Lebanese
civilians and about 150 Israeli soldiers, is said to have
driven the harvestable fish from the eastern Mediterranean
coast, depriving the fishemen of Tyre of their livelihoods. Without openly criticizing Israel themelves,
a group of Lebanese-Americans, Social and Economic Justice
for Lebanon, has undertaken to build affordable housing in
southern Lebanon. We tenants are proud that Philip
Tager, one of
our landlords founded SEAL and that his wife is its
treasurer, and we urge support for
its efforts. The Israeli commission offered no apparent
reparation for what it admits was a mistake. Lebanon has
sought no redress, but,
funded by Hezbollah, private Lebanese are suing Israel. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Dec. 6, 2007.This is no longer the Home Page of Vicki
Richman. This page is now registered by the 500W140 Tenants
Association. The new owners of this site will gladly
post any objection to the content from the
landlords. Hard copy, email, or fax. Links to the landlords'
proud citation of themselves now replace their personal surnames everywhere on
this site. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Dec. 5, 2007. AMICABLE. That was how Vicki and Casey agreed to
describe their settlement with their landlords. The tenants got a 19% abatement on unpaid
rent. The legal regulated rent was reduced to what we
claimed from a higher figure billed by the landlord, and
our lease goes to next year. The
landlord agreed to provide a 24-hour maintenance number, and
to improve conditions. That brilliant coup was devised and executed
by the top
tenant lawyers in New York, Steven DeCastro, Esq. and his associate Peter Sayer, Esq. Despite their willingness to go to trial
to protect our civil liberties, Vicki agreed to redact
citations of our slumlords. Therefore we
link to the site where they
proudly cite themselves. We expect no thanks for this
exposure. Tenants call them Perseus Capital Management, LLC, and
their loaded clients know them as Cronus Capital, LP. In fact they
identify their real selves on the Cronus web
site, but hide their names on the Perseus site. "How dare you okay such limitation on our
strongest means of
petitioning for redress of grievances?"
demanded a tenant committee of their president
and secretary when we got home. "Well," we answered sheepishly, staring at
the floor and swaying from side to side, "if we didn't
agree, we'd have to go to trial, and the judge" —
apparently a fan of 1950s cool jazz (Miles, Sugar Hill needs
you now!) — "called our web site petty, mean, worthless, insignificant, libelous, spiteful, traitorous,
offensive to natural law, and probably linked to cyber-terrorists. "Wow, the judge sure knows your web site,
Vicki. How come he didn't add 'Hitler' and 'Stalin'?" "No, he just heard the landlords' lawyer
describe it." "And for that he made you agree to nonsense?" asked the
incredulous tenants.
"We can't dignify a rant with the word 'unconstitutional.'" "With such judicial restraint," Vicki continued, "if we refused and went to trial,
his decision would no way be as favorable as what we
were getting. The bench might even have spewed an injunction
against this site, and we'd now be in the can for contempt." "So we wouldn't have to listen to your
endless lectures at our meetings." "Hey, come on," Vicki argued hopefully, "I
did it for you guys, the tenants. We
got major concessions in return for voluntarily censoring
our site. Besides, maybe the judge was right. Even
life-destroying, mass-eviction slumlords have a right to privacy." "Vicki, Vicki," the tenants sighed, shaking their heads more in pity than sorrow, "you constantly
carry on
about your article on the tenant
blacklist. A couple of mouse clicks, you showed us, and the
landlords have our social-security numbers, our salary, our
debts, our
rent history, our spousal squabbles, and every
landlord-tenant dispute, for any reason. Did the slumlords stipulate to stay away from
the blacklist database? No, they have the money and the
power. Will-to-live power. Their property is our homes,
and our homes are our lives. You gave away our only means of defending
ourselves." Vicki shrugged, looked at the ceiling, and
tried to blink away a tear from an eye. "The landlords demanded photo ID from each
of us," the tenants went on, "and copied it,
before giving us a front-door key. Look at what their own
web
site asks us to tell them. They know who we
are. Well, Philip Tager, one of our landlords, is a founder of a
courageous, principled activist group that builds affordable housing for the fishermen of
southern Lebanon, whose livelihoods were destroyed
by Israeli shelling in 2006. It has
to deal with prejudice, discrimination,
know-your-place caste targeting every day. And yet you,
Vicki, sit silently as the court levels the same class bias and
judgment-jumping against you." Vicki's heart is filled with shame. Her
agreement to save some bucks, improve our lives, and stay out of court has sold
out her friends and neighbors. "I am unworthy," she blurts
out. "I don't deserve my own web site." And she collapses
silently sobbing. "No you don't!" say the tenants sternly. "That's why we're confiscating your site. This
is no longer the Home Page of Vicki Richman. This is now
a tenants site. And as our
group has entered into no foolish agreement, we choose to leave the
content just as it is. And just to show you we have no hard
feelings, Vicki, we appoint you webmaster of
our site." "Hmm," says Vicki, once again struggling to
pretend she has a grasp on the law, "that may not work. Letter
versus spirit, like that." But the tenants know more about
the ruling than they had let on. "Didn't His Honor
tell you, Vicki, that the landlords are free to hide their existence with
whatever nonce LLC du jour they've decided to invent
for themselves, and no one is allowed to identify or even to know who is
profiting from those idiotic noms d'arnaque? And
didn't the landlord's lawyer put that very ruling on the
judge's lips? Surely
then neither the judge nor the landlord can attempt to peek
around a tenants organization name and find the mere human person Vicki Richman." [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Nov. 24, 2007. 9 WORST. Among the nine most decrepit tenements in
Manhattan, according to the NYC Department of
Housing Preservation and Development, is one owned
by our slumlords. Known as Perseus Capital Management, LLC, by
tenants, or Cronus Capital, LP, by clients, they are also the
slumlords of 612 West 182nd
Street, zip 10033, cited in the
list just released by the HPD. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Nov. 11, 2007. The LORDS of Our Tenants Association bulletin
board has just been ripped out of a
plastered brick wall in the tenants' mail room. The item cost less than $50 new and
was likely destroyed in the act. The area appeared immediately cleaned, and the damaged bulletin board was nowhere on the
premises. The board had been marked as belonging to the
Tenants Association and was mounted in the tenants' common area. From the
flimsy evidence, Vicki infers that our slumlords contracted for
the vandalism in retaliation for: tenants'
complaints about lack of heat, a defective, damaged
elevator, and the absence of a superintendent or any
employee on the premises; and, specifically, Vicki and
Casey's counterclaim for damages in the slumlords'
nonpayment court action against us. To hide from their tenants,
our slumlords use Perseus Capital Management, LLC, giving tenants
only a useless voicemail
number and a postal box for rent. To their chums
and acquisitive clients, they are known as Cronus Capital, LP. The bulletin board had been bolted to the
wall with anchors cemented into the brick. The vandalism
left four gaping holes in the wall. Where the board used to
be, Vicki and Casey posted Thanksgiving greetings to the
tenants. As the paper stock may be easily ripped off the
plaster, we shall see. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Sept. 30, 2007. GENTRIFICATION. Well, we predicted it. It just took five and
half years to happen, probably spurred by
Columbia University's attempt to expand above 125th Street. Our slumlords, using the
business names Perseus Capital Management and Cronus Capital, have begun mass
evictions of tenants of color, many on subsidies paying low
rent. Are they pulling a Joel Saul Weiner, not bothering to
show up in court? No, they really mean it. They're using the eviction-mill
law firm Borah Goldstein. At the same time they're gut-rehabbing the many
vacant apartments, with, for example, real wood floors
instead of the faux tiles. Casey and Vicki are among the evicted,
facing Borah for the third time since
1976. This is our first nonpayment; the others have been
holdovers. We have paid only 40% of our legal rent since January
2007, withholding 60% for such lack of habitability as no
resident employee, no locked entranceway, no intercom, and
no reliable, safe elevator. We are arguing for the
abatement; we are prepared to pay the balance if we
lose. While the other evictions are meant to open the
building to middle-class tenants looking for bargains near
Columbia, our eviction appears only personal retaliation for
this Web page and for organizing a tenants association. Gentrification also appears to explain sudden
improvements. The front door has
been repaired, with a powerful magnetic lock opened by an
encoded Keri key fob — a small, firm plastic
amulet that identifies the apartment to which it was issued,
with perhaps additional information — and installation of a new intercom
system promised to begin tomorrow. In place of a resident
superintendent, the slumlords have contracted for cleaning
and maintenance crews, appearing only at the slumlords'
pleasure. While the contractors are efficient on the common
areas, the tenants have no one to contact for a personal
problem, like a leaking pipe, a clogged toilet, a
malfunctioning stove or refrigerator. However, if the
apparent gentrification is successful, we may get a resident
concierge to interact with tenants. Such gentrification will lead us to return
to paying our legal regulated rent, but it will destroy the
lives of the tenants forced to the street to make way for
well-heeled replacements. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
June 30, 2007. 0. No super. No porter. No front door. No
intercom. So what have our slumlords, who bought us two months ago,
given us? A postal box to receive our rent. Oh, and a
voicemail number. They use variable and elusive stooges
under the name Perseus Capital Management. Their
investment brokerage, Cronus Capital, L.P., speculates in "urban housing" suffering
"distressed or unique situations." Well, if that's not
what they bought, that's what they have made of this purchase. They have inflated their monthly statements
to include a full security deposit and a 5% late fee charged
on the second day of the month, with sundry other
undeciferable fees. Every tenant is suddenly
thousands in arrears. We continue our preferential rent, 40% of the legal
regulated maximum, and the DHCR grievance by our tenants association remains alive, if
stagnant, with those recent addenda. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
May 28, 2007. CAPIN CASHES CASAS. As predicted on May 5, our slumlord
has sold our home separately, apparently unable to find a single buyer for
his block of ten Harlem apartment buildings. A pair of stylishly strutting scroungers, two youthful MBA
types, using the nom d'arnaque Perseus
Capital Management, L.L.C., now own our home.
Philip Tager lives in a
far-east Upper East Side high-rise sprung from the debris of
Old Law tenements once housing tradesmen and domestics
to the doyens and denizens of Park and Fifth
Avenues. Steven E. Carter has a one-bedroom condo on the fifth floor of
a gutted sweatshop loft building, Chelsea Lion's Head, once
generating the gentility that kept Ladies Mile full and flowing at the
confluence of Chelsea, the Village, and Gramercy. They
founded the investment brokerage Cronus Capital, L.P., 275 Madison
Avenue, New York. Mr. Tager is an alumnus of the notorious Praedium Group, the
primary source of financing for the rapacious slumlord Joel Saul Weiner of the Pinnacle Group. After
dabbling in downtown condos for a decade or so, Mr. Carter
turned to Harlem about three years ago, apparently as a prot g of Mehmet A. (Luca) Capin, who sold him our
home (neglecting, one suspects, to mention this website). Mr. Tager rents. Mr. Carter's
condo is less a home than a barrel-scraping pied
terre investment. Not to worry, both have second, and even third, homes from the
Catskill foothills to the para-Hamptons. In 1997 Mr. Tager co-founded Social and
Economic Action for Lebanon (SEAL), and his wife is its treasurer, often hosting
fashionable fund-raisers. Mr. Carter's wife is an academic clinical
psychologist. Both families have contributed to SEAL. By what may be a coincidence, lacking a
lock or an intercom to the front door of our building is no longer a
problem. We now have no front door at all. The world has
seemingly welcome access to our mail, hallways, elevator, stairways, and apartments. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
May 5, 2007. Our slumlord has paid off his $1,400,000 secondary
mortgage on our home and the nine other covered properties. That was on March 28, 2007, and
our sources are somewhat slow. So it seems likely that Mehmet A. (Luca) Capin, the
slumlord's broker and building manager, has already
sold the buildings. One of those properties — 23 East 109th Street, or 1632
Madison Avenue — has indeed
been sold, to the landlord Michael Ostad, M.D., a urologist at
Maimonides Medical Center in Brooklyn, residing in Old
Westbury, Long Island, with a pied terre on the 15th floor of
the Beekman Regent at East 51st Street. Solar Realty Management and Capin's Associates
may be fronting the deal. The
"sale" just changes the silent investor. William
Robbins cashes out, and the urologist pisses in. We'll
probably still be owned by Capin. Our Tenants Association petition for lower
rent, Division of
Housing and Community Renewal Docket Number VB430010B, stays alive. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Apr. 6, 2007. 4 MONTHS, 40% MAX. With our April rent payment in our
slumlord's Clifton,
N.J., bank account, we've paid 40% of the Rent
Stabilized maximum for four months. Four
check endorsements should set a "preferential rent," crunching any claim of automated
inadvertence by William Robbins and his building manager, Mehmet A. (Luca) Capin of Solar Realty Management
Corporation and Capin and
Associates, Inc. Our slumlord continues to bill us for what
Solar Realty claims is the Rent Stabilized
maximum, taking our check and incrementing arrears every
month. But a rent check is not payment against an incurred
debt. It's an offer to pay in advance for
occupancy. The courts typically take the
endorsement on the back of a rent check as an agreement to a lease-like contract.
Meanwhile the 500W140 Tenants Association
has filed the "Application for a Rent Reduction Based upon
Decreased Building-Wide Service(s)," form RA-84, with the
New York state Division of Housing and Community
Renewal. It includes three pages of tenants'
signatures, form RA-84.1. If the building gets an effective lock
— if each unit has an intercom — if the
slumlord hires a porter — then Solar Realty
will have responded to our grievances. With Casey the acting
president and Vicki the acting secretary, the majority of
our tenants prefer petitioning the DHCR to following their
officers' rent-striking example. The DHCR has
accepted our petition as Docket Number VB430010B. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Apr. 1, 2007, 11:59:59 p.m. April Fool's Day completes 24,350 days, or
two-thirds of a hundred years, on this
earth for Vicki. No cheapie, Vicki took it all with a century of
humor. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Mar. 7, 2007. The notorious slumlord Pinnacle Group,
headed by Joel Saul Weiner of Brooklyn, aims
to buy our home, according to rampant rumor. We're now owned by
Mehmet A. (Luca)
Capin of Capin & Associates, Inc, and
Solar Realty Management Corporation. Oft-cited by tenant activists and
politicos as the most
feared slumlord in Harlem, Pinnacle seeks profit not merely by
market fluctuation, as does our present owner, but also by vacating its properties and
sending its tenants into the streets
homeless. But Joel Weiner is
only a bellowing, blustering bully, bearing no big
billy. Although he typically begins thousands of eviction
actions a year, Pinnacle almost never actually appears in
court against tenants who dare to stand up to Weiner
and his henchmen. Pinnacle Group receives almost all of
its financing from The Praedium Group, which claims such "'value enhacement' opportunities"
as acquiring properties with: "deterioration of the asset's physical condition; inadequate
repairs and maintenance"; and "present ownership's failure to aggressively manage the
current tenant/leasing base." Anything under the eminence
grise Mehmet Capin qualifies. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full story.
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