THIS PIECE WAS PUBLISHED ON-LINE IN THE METROPOLITAN DIARY SECTION OF THE NY TIMES ON APRIL 7, 2016 AND WILL APPEAR IN THE PRINT VERSION ON APRIL 11, 2016
Dear Diary:
From almost a block away, we could see the people scatter, heading rapidly to the edges of the sidewalk.
It
was like Moses parting the seas, only this scene was caused by a
disturbed person, half screaming and carrying some kind of large object
in one hand.
As
the woman neared a street vendor who was hawking some neatly assembled
stones, a large crashing noise was heard and what had once been an
orderly display was now scattered in every direction.
“It
was a rubber hammer!” one of the witnesses exclaimed. As those nearby
helped gather and reassemble the stones and calm the nerves of the
peddler, there was a sadness for both perpetrator and victim. It is a
scene, in variation that plays out far too often, as the city struggles
to find elusive answers.
New York tells many tales, some of a much harsher reality than others.
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