Um, anyone else finding this a little too convenient in the narration, structured even.
(New York) A 31-year-old woman was arrested on Saturday and charged with a hate crime in connection with the death of a man who was pushed onto the tracks of an elevated subway station in Queens and crushed by an oncoming train.
The woman, Erika Menendez of the Bronx, has been charged with second-degree murder as a hate crime, Richard A. Brown, the Queens district attorney, said.
“The defendant is accused of committing what is every subway commuter’s nightmare,” Mr. Brown said in an interview. “Being suddenly and senselessly pushed into the path of an oncoming train.”
Mr. Brown quoting Ms. Menendez as telling the police, “I pushed a Muslim off the train tracks because I hate Hindus and Muslims ever since 2001 when they put down the twin towers I’ve been beating them up.”
Ms. Menendez conflated the Muslim and Hindu faiths both in her comments to the police and in her target for attack, officials said. (read more)
Any nobody tried to catch that short porky woman?
She is a murderer; I really couldn’t care less why she did it, only that she is punished for it. She did it because she is evil, and she did it out of hatred – just like every other murder in the history of the world.
But for the record: far too many people are stupidly ignorant regarding non Judeo-Christian religions. I have seen a very dear Sikh friend subjected to stupid, ignorant hatred because stupid idiots saw a head covering, couldn’t tell the difference between a turban and a hijab, and assumed he was Muslim.
So, this touches a bit of a sore spot for me, because I have personally experienced it – but also because it is entirely un-Christian, and un-Christ-like. Jesus didn’t call us to murder Muslims; rather, he said, “greater love have no man than this: that he lay is life down for his friends”.
very well said Chip
Who said she was Catholic?
In New York City, people have been getting pushed in front of the trains for a long time.
Grandmaster Flash sang about it in his 1982 hit “the message,” which was based on poetry from the 1970s. The song has everything you wanted to know about life in the big city.
“They pushed that girl in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again”
Just a few weeks ago an asian man was pushed onto the tracks and died while a journo took photos which were published in one of the NYC rags. They say they have footage of the argument leading up to the pushing in that case, but I’ve not seen it and don’t know of anyone who has…hmmm. And yet we have THIS footage pronto, with a backstory
From the Boston Globe:
http://www.outsidethebeltway.com/new-york-post-publishes-photo-of-man-killed-by-subway-train/
The killer was described by police as black, 30 to 40 years old, about 5-foot-9, with short dreadlocks. He was wearing a white T-shirt, dark jacket, filthy jeans, black sneakers with a white stripe and a black beanie cap.
The horrific drama unfolded after Han approached the crazed man — who police sources described as a panhandler and witnesses said had been harassing and cursing at straphangers — on the southbound platform and tried to calm him down.
Yep. The NYP is already in full excuse-spin for the actions of Nareem Davis: he had “fetal alcohol syndrome” as a child…note that NO PHOTOS or PHYSICAL Description of Nareem Davis were provided at any time by the NY Times. Now why would that be?
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/12/06/nyregion/police-arrest-naeem-davis-in-subway-death.html
Lyrics:
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the stairs, you know they just don’t care
I can’t take the smell, I can’t take the noise
Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice
Rats in the front room, roaches in the back
Junkies in the alley with the baseball bat
I tried to get away, but I couldn’t get far
Cause a man with a tow-truck repossessed my car
Chorus:
Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head, ah huh-huh-huh
[2nd and 5th: ah huh-huh-huh]
[4th: say what?]
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Standing on the front stoop, hangin’ out the window
Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blow
Crazy lady livin’ in a bag
Eating out of garbage pails, used to be a fag-hag
Said she danced the tango, skipped the light fandango
The Zircon Princess seemed to lost her senses
Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps
So she can tell the stories to the girls back home
She went to the city and got social security
She had to get a pimp, she couldn’t make it on her own
[2nd Chorus]
My brother’s doing bad on my mother’s TV
She says: “You watch it too much, it’s just not healthy!”
“All My Children” in the daytime, “Dallas” at night
Can’t even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight
The bill collectors they ring my phone
And scare my wife when I’m not home
Got a bum education, double-digit inflation
I can’t take the train to the job, there’s a strike at the station
Neon King Kong standin’ on my back
Can’t stop to turn around, broke my sacrophiliac
A mid-ranged migraine, cancered membrane
Sometimes I think I’m going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane
My son said: “Daddy I don’t wonna go to school
Cause the teacher’s a jerk!”, he must think I’m a fool
And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it’d be cheaper
If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper
I’ll dance to the beat, shuffle my feet
Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps
Cause it’s all about money, ain’t a damn thing funny
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
They pushed that girl in front of the train
Took her to the doctor, sewed her arm on again
Stabbed that man right in his heart
Gave him a transplant for a brand new start
I can’t walk through the park, cause it’s crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
I feel like a outlaw, broke my last glass jar
Hear them say: “You want some more livin’ on a seesaw?”
[4th Chorus]
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he’s frowning too
Because only God knows what you’ll go through
You’ll grow in the ghetto, living second rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you’re playin’, where you stay
Looks like one great big alley way
You’ll admire all the number book takers
Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh,
Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers
Pickpockets, peddlers even panhandlers
You say: “I’m cool, I’m no fool!”
But then you wind up dropping out of high school
Now you’re unemployed, all non-void
Walking ’round like you’re Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stickup kid, look what you’ve done did
Got sent up for a eight year bid
Now your manhood is took and you’re a may tag
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Being used and abused to serve like hell
Till one day you was found hung dead in a cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young
Don’t push me ’cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
Yo Mell, you see that girl there?
Yo, that sounded like Cowboy man
Cool
Yo, what’s up Money?
Yo, where’s Cooly an Raheim?
They is downstairs coooling out
So what’s up for tonight y’all?
We could go down to Phoenix
We could go check out “Junebug” man
Hey yo, you know that girl Betty?
Yeah man
Come on, come all man
Not like it
That’s what I heard man
What’s this happening, what’s this?
What’s goin’ on?
Freeze
Don’t nobody move or nothin’
Y’all know what this is (What’s happend?)
Get ‘em up, get ‘em up (What?)
Oh man, we’re (Right in there) Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five
What is that, a gang?
No
Shut up
I don’t wanna hear your mouth
Shut up
Officer, officer, what is the problem?
You the problem
Hey, you ain’t gotta push me man
Get in the car, get in the car
Get in the god…
I said, “Get in the car”
Why is he?
That’s depressing.
I find this distinctly different than the lyrics of today (in rap music).
Are the lyrics potentialy depressing? Yup.
Do they represent a positive way of looking at a tough situation?
back then it might have been hard to tell, but looking back, I can see that there was a positivity to that song that is sorely locking in most rap today.
Pointing out a negative is not negative if you want to improve the situation.
Now, the lyrics that trayvon liked to listen to are not about finding a positive spin on a negative situation.
Wait until to see the death toll resulting from the runaway train known as The Obama Administration.
A version I read added:
“Witnesses said a woman paced the platform and talked to herself Thursday evening shortly before pushing the man ”
Mental Health issues?
Wait for it… Legislation to place the TSA in charge of all trains and subways.
Don’t doubt me on this.
Aren’t there enough people feeling-up other people in the subway as it is?
” ‘Muslim-hating’ homeless woman confesses to killing Indian immigrant by shoving him under a train after her relatives tip off police” by Helen Pow, Snejana Farberov and Mike Jaccarino – December 29, 2012
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2254628/Muslim-hating-madwoman-confesses-shoving-Indian-immigrant-Queens-7-train-charged-murder-hate-crime-relatives-tip-police.html
Yet another case of the media not being able to keep the story straight:
Patrol officers picked up Ms. Menendez early Saturday after someone who had seen the video on television spotted her on a Brooklyn street and called 911
Ummm…so if I apply the gun restriction logic to this crime…do we restrict trains? Or religion? And how is murder a “hate” crime? Murder is murder.
“Hate crimes” are thought crimes.
My thought crime is hating hate crime legislation.
Then you’re guilty of crimethink. That’s doubleplusbad.