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Fiction and doggerel by Vicki.
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.
Memorandum of Law, our pro se pleading for leave to appeal our eviction.
Our Brief for Appellants, in Adobe Acrobat (pdf) form.
Reply Brief for Appellants, our pro se reply to the landord's brief, in Adobe Acrobat (pdf) form.
Oral argument, before the five justices.
The Appellate Division decision, before the five justices.
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.
The political writer Bob Chatelle, with links to support on free expression of minority views.
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.
Photo by the City of New York.
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FLASH!! 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'être 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 protégé 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 à
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 à 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. PINNACLE WANTS US? 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 éminence
grise Mehmet Capin qualifies. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Jan. 8, 2007. SLUMLORD TAKES Lowered by 60%,
our January, 2007, rent check is now in the Clifton,
N.J., account of William Robbins, the "sole member" of the LLC that
owns our building. Solar Realty Management
Corporation shrouds Robbins and his broker and
building manager, Mehmet A. (Luca) Capin of Capin and
Associates, from the tenants who make their livings for them. In warning our slumlord, we appealed to
the bedbug case,
won by the tireless tenant attorney Steven De Castro, Esq. The loser,
Jamie Leigh
Heiberger, Esq., now represents — fortuitously, one hopes — Solar Realty Management and Luca Capin. By common law and a sleep-sowing slew of
Solomonic say-so, taking less rent overrides any earlier
contract and affirms lack of redress. Cashing the check
may also set a lower maximum, or a "preferential,"
rent-stabilized rent for our apartment. However, in practice, legalities
work only for the landlord, not for the tenant. The court
may yawn and nod as the slumlord claims
that taking the check was the forgivably inadvertent bug of office
automation. In our
landlord-leaning legal system, we may need a few months of reduced rent to shed the sham of
inadvertence and secure our lawful
compensation for the continuing failure to redress violations. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Dec. 28, 2006. Slumlord's Holiday Jeer: HAPPY NEW FEAR!! No tree. No lights. No deco. No porter. No intercom. No
lock from the street to the lobby. Just a bare,
litter-strewn entrance. With muggers, panhandlers,
scammers, and the legions our City has chosen to leave
unwashed and unwanted waiting to let us in. Well, the elevator has had minimal repairs
after over two months of our slapping soles to steps in this
seven-story building.
But it's still down about a day and a half a week. It's groaning and
thumping new warnings at us every time we're in it. Our
slumlord, Mehmet A. (Luca) Capin, boss of Solar Realty Management
Corporation and Capin and
Associates, has mailed a new rent statement just in
time for 2007, with creative holiday increases backdated for months
and years. He's placed just about every old-time tenant
in overbearing arrears. But we have a new tenants association, with
Casey elected the acting president, and Vicki the acting
secretary. We're working on a rent strike. Bearing our
leadership burdens gravely — perhaps lured to join the City's unwashed and unwanted — we've begun by deducting 60% from our
rent check for January 2007: no entrance lock or
intercom loses 45%; sacking the porter, with only the
super for all building maintenance, shaves another 15%. Reading our
letter, you'll see that our legal grounds for
withholding rent is the infamous bedbug case, which Jamie Leigh
Heiberger, Esq., lost to the tireless tenant attorney Steven De Castro, Esq. Now it happens
that Ms. Heiberger is the landlord lawyer representing
Solar Realty Management. Will Ms. Heiberger get her round two against
us? [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Nov. 22, 2006, 9:44 a.m. MAYBE RENT. After about 51 hours of hypertensive
aggravation, repeated phone calls, and loss of income, our heat and hot water
have returned. The elevator remains motionless and useless,
without any apparent repair work. The slumlord
has about ten days to show us why we should pay rent for December. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Nov. 21, 2006, 7:13 p.m. NO RENT. No heat. No hot water. No elevator. No Thanksgiving. No bending our knee for relief from the lords of Rent
Stablization. If our slumlord wants to get paid, and if he can find his balls, he'll plead his
case to the judge. Our slumlord, Mehmet A. (Luca) Capin,
has "temporarily suspended" his unlisted land line in Great Neck, Long
Island. Our boiler has been down for over 36 hours. The
elevator . . . well, read on. The voice at
his emergency service says the building manager and
the front office are
"unresponsive." Has the Manhattan real-estate tsunami
— has slumlord millions dumped into structurally unsound
properties without pennies remaining for renovation —
left high-rolling Capin's
Associates, Inc., and its slumlording offspring Solar Realty Management
Corporation flailing and thrashing in the sand, gasping for
another bubble to keep them afloat? [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Nov. 16, 2006. OUR WISH. The stake is in the undead heart. We're slapping our soles as high as to the
seventh story until whenever. Our slumlord, Solar Realty
Management, cut a $20K check — sez the office — on a $40K
contract to have the
deathtrap elevator rebuilt. Some
day, unknown or unmentionable. But not replaced, alas. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Nov. 6, 2006. THE DEAD RISES. Our elevator. The inspector condemned the crate
two weeks ago. We tenants of 500 West 140th Street in
Manhattan had to trudge as many as six flights. It's up again, although, after hearing
the clunker body-slam the shaft, after feeling its tooth-loosening vibrations,
and after never quite hitting the floor we
were aiming at, many would say we'd be better
off with the undead junker forever out of its misery. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. CASA CAPIN CAVES. Describing Washington Heights property owned by Solar Realty
Management Company as "a squalid apartment building," the
New York Times reported on
October 10, 2006, that our slumlord, "Mehmet A. Capin, the chief
executive" of Solar, has vacated most of the tenants. He was reportedly
acting under order of the Department of Buildings, which cited such
"violations" as "a partly collapsed ceiling and a bathtub
sinking through the floorboards." Also known as Luca Capin, he heads
Capin's
Associates, Solar's holding
company. According to the Times, Capin now refuses
phone calls. A New York Resident reporter
has privately told us the same. From 1998 to 2003 to September 3, 2006,
Capin would loudly and proudly boast of his investment strategy to
publications from the Times to the Real Estate Weekly to Crain's. About a year ago, in a dramatic departure from his earlier rôle as broker
and building manager for other investors, Capin bought the sorry squalor as part of a package with four other buildings
in upper Manhattan and Queens. As borrower, he has signed for
the mortgage under different dummy LLC names.
The vacated building is at 501 West 173rd Street in
Manhattan, lot 48 of block 2130. The Post Office also
recognizes 2284 Amsterdam Avenue as its address.
Meanwhile the Department of Buildings has condemned our
elevator, in 500 West 140th Street, or 1616 Amsterdam Avenue,
on lot 36 of block 2071 in Manhattan. We tenants shall have
to walk as high as seven stories until and unless Capin gets
around to correcting the elevator violations.
If he fails to do that in a reasonable time we
will withhold our rent. Bypassing the New York state Division of Housing
and Community Renewal, an ill-disguised landlord front, we
will rely on the courts, if necessary, to rule on how much we owe for
living in desperation and despair.
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New York, Aug. 1, 2006, midnight. BOXCARS! So begins the final 12 months in which Vicki can reckon her years on this earth in dicemal notation. She's happy only to have made it through snake eyes. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story.
New York, July 21, 2006. SLUMLORD SENDS This time he paid for a real lawyer. Jamie Leigh Heiberger-Jacobsen, Esq., is her majestic moniker. Omitting any mention of this web site, she objects to the physical distribution and posting of our slumlord leaflet. It calls for a tenants association and cites our slumlord as Mehmet or Luca Capin, of Capin and Associates and Solar Realty Management Corporation, with his actual home and business addresses and phone numbers. She finds it "libelous and slanderous" and worthy of unspecified retaliation. Ms. Heiberger, as she is known in the eviction industry, is celebrated among tenant activists for losing three cases — bedbug, predicate-notice, and consumer-rights — to the well-spoken tenant lawyers Steven DeCastro, Edwin Vega (of Legal Aid), and Robert E. Sokolski (of Zekaria and Sokolski). In the last, Romea v. Heiberger Associates, Ms. Heiberger's office was the defendant, not the litigator. Answering her firm's appeal to the Second Circuit of the U.S. Court of Appeals, Mr. Sokolski established that a lawyer seeking a nonpayment eviction is a debt collector subject to Federal law. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story.
New York, May 26, 2006. LANDLORD Calling himself the "in-house attorney" for Capin & Associates and Solar Realty Management, a real-estate wheeler-dealer threatened "subpoenas of all your records" to get us to take down this site and stop organizing a tenants association for 500 West 140th Street in Manhattan. Our phone caller, Michael Goldman, is in fact just a broker for our slumlord, Luca Capin, according to the Real Estate Weekly and the New York Real Estate Journal. Contrary to the threats of the "in-house attorney," Mr. Goldman has never litigated. He typically represents both sides of real-estate deals. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story.
New York, May 24, 2006, 6:25 p.m. LUCA'S "LAWYER" This site must remove any reference to Luca Capin as the
owner, owner's representative, or manager of our home at 500
West 140th Street, in Sugar Hill, Harlem. Or so said a phone
voice claiming to be the attorney for our slumlord — uh, make
that, for the bloke who plays the rôle of our slumlord.
Accusing us of "slander" and "restraint of trade," about half an hour ago, a man identifying
himself as
Michael Goldman, "the in-house attorney for Capin &
Associates," phoned Casey and Vicki with threats of sundry
"legal actions," including "subpoenas of all your records,"
if we fail to redact our citations of Mehmet or Luca Capin,
Capin & Associates, and Solar Realty
Management.
The apposition of the word "slumlord" against the various
compounds of the proper noun "Capin" seemed to stir some
sonorous straying from our communicant's routinely restrained
recitative. Repeatedly accusing us of courting an
"adversarial" relationship, our putative slumlord's alleged
attorney insisted he was "the only friend you have," and
meant only "to help you." We asked Mr. Goldman to put his gripes in
writing. He failed to acknowledge our request. More, we have very little doubt, is yet to come. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Jan. 1, 2006, 2:30 a.m. NEW YEAR!! At some time in the last twelve hours, our
rent bill came skidding over our threshold. Our new year's surprise: Luca listens! As domestic partners for over
29 years, Casey and Vicki have learned one legal point:
Don't rely on rent law to protect us; get both our names on
every document. We made sure Casey and Vicki were on the top and
last lines of our Rent Stabilization lease. But, of course,
the field for "tenant" in the slumlord's software database
allows only one entry. We've so far refused two
computer-generated renewal
leases until the slumlord manually added Vicki's name to
Casey's in the "tenant" field. Every month we squawk for
Vicki's name on the payment demand, as a rent bill is useful
ID. The omission is not sufficient cause to withhold rent,
but we threaten anyway. To make matters worse, our slumlord, Luca
Capin of Capin & Associates, Incorporated, and Solar Realty
Management Corporation, refused to acknowledge the
one payment
we had sent to his physical address, rather than to the
post-office box he gives to tenants. For two months we had
been carrying arrears. The rent bill shoved under our door on New
Year's Eve, 2005, is to "Vicki Richman & Eileen Casey." It shows
our earlier rent paid in full, with no arrears. Happy new year, Luca. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. THE YEAR Does Luca Capin, our slumlord for the past
six months, at least, actually own 500 West 140th
Street, in Sugar Hill, Harlem USA? Not exactly. Someone else — a bloke called William Robbins — signed
the mortgage papers under the nonce
limited-liability company name that we write on our rent
checks. Luca just runs the building to protect his client's
investment until he can sell us at a handsome profit. Luca has done the same for a slew of other tenements in the
Bronx and uptown Manhattan — at least a dozen in this
millenium, by my count. He's not exactly hiding his work. He
seems to want people to know his business and lifestyle. He's offered
press interviews; he's written about his investment strategy
under his byline. But he has
apparently intended his public
relations only for certain people. From certain others — us tenants of the apartment buildings
he manages — he most certainly is in hiding. He gives us
tenants only a business name and the numbers for a post-office
box and voicemail. Identifying myself as his tenant, I have heard Luca hang up
on me over the phone at his home and at his office. He has
not answered my mail. He has not answered email to the
for the capinandassociates.com site. He has my email address for sure; he
owns a URL that has hit this Web page repeatedly in December
2005. "I make my living talking to people on the phone all day,"
Luca tells the press. The people he
talks to don't
include us tenants, who make his living for him. But if I had identified myself only as a journalist, I would
have had no problem speaking to Luca Capin. He loves giving
interviews. His brokers — Benjamin and Timour Shafran,
Isaak Kohannim — are frequent sources for real-estate
reporting in such rags as Crain's, Wall
Street Journal, and Real Estate Weekly. This blog
entry is based only on public records,
conversations with tenants, and published material. Under the name "Mehmet A. Capin," he arrived here with his
family from Turkey about fifteen years ago. Claiming
to be a writer, he defines journalism as the business of
selling facts, and, in a flash of self-aggrandizing insight,
instantly finds that real estate fetches a higher price in
the USA. He starts out with the title "vice-president" at Metrovest
Equities in Astoria, Queens. The New York Times cites him
as "Mehmet Capin" in a February 1, 1998, article on upper-Manhattan real estate. As "Mehmet Capin," he also
affiliates himself with the Hyde Park, Long Island, law firm Mandell Mandell Okin & Edelman, LLP, where
he learns how to file Articles of Organization for nonce LLCs to buy property for
his clients under cover from the people living there. Several years later, he begins
using the name "Luca" among his friends and associates, as
well as the press, and founds Capin & Associates,
Incorporated, to run his investment brokerage. Needing an extra layer of protection between himself and the
sentient portion of the property he profits off, he founds a
sub-corporation for tenants only. Perhaps whimsically, as Luca has just
bought his vacation home in environmentally conscious Fort Lauderdale,
Florida, Luca calls his tenant trap the Solar Realty
Management Corporation. That flight of fictional fancy
is the only entity he chooses to reveal to his tenants. He incorporated both businesses under the name Mehmet
A. Capin, according to New York State records. He also used
that name in 2003 to sign the mortgage on 742 Saint
Nicholas Avenue (just down the block from St. Nick's Pub,
the legendary jazz joint), according to government records. That is perhaps the only uptown tenement he
personally owns; the broker was alleged to be one Batuhan
Capin at Luca's business address. The administrative contact of capinandassociates.com
is also a . According to a published article,
Luca's son Deniz Capin "represents" Solar Realty Management, but the son's name
appears on no official papers. A phone call for "Mr. Capin" to Capin & Associates will draw
the reply, "Which Mr. Capin?" Luca Capin is a "real-estate investment broker." Let's say
you have a couple of million — or at least hundreds of
thousands — dollars lying around. You want something more
exciting than tired old stocks and bonds. You go to a guy
like Luca. He already has a couple of other dudes even more
loaded than you waiting for action. Luca pools your gelt
into a limited-liability company, and uses it to buy a
slum tenement — for maybe 3.5 to 12.5 mil — in the Bronx
or upper Manhattan. The elevator may be down, the boiler may be out, but the
place has tenants like us living in it. That doesn't bother
Luca. He runs the building until prices in the neighborhood
zoom, like everywhere else in metro New York. He's not as
bad as some of his colleagues. He buys oil a couple of times
a year. He burns the oil, sometimes excessively, often
insufficiently, always inefficiently. He plugs holes that
don't cost him more than three or four figures. He half-pays
a nonunion superintendent and a cleaning man; they're
replaced three or four times a year. He provides
no apartment for the super; all living space in this
building are for paying customers only. Our rent pays mainly his expenses and his income. The payoff on
your investment comes after his tenants and our neighbors
have worked for years to improve the surroundings and to
raise the price of real estate. The price finally doubles on
the building we live in and he owns. That is, Luca Capin lives off the sweat and smarts of his
tenants, and brags about his way of life to the real-estate
industry. His home is on Windsor Road in Great Neck, one of the
wealthiest sections of Long Island. He owns a luxury condo
in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. He even runs his business in
PR-heavy central midtown Manhattanƒ, a half
hour or more on the subway from his
properties. He has built nothing in this neighborhood. He has
contributed nothing to this neighborhood. He has introduced
no new living space, business, or facility to this
neighborhood. He buys and sells what others have toiled
to build. Luca Capin cares nothing for this neighborhood. He simply
lives off the people living and making a living in
this neighborhood. Refusing even to talk to us, he profits off our daily struggle to
survive. Enlightening readers outside of New York
City as I celebrate New Year's Eve by cutting my rent check for January 2006, I am writing this blog under what I pray is protection
of Rent
Stabilization Law. "What a great country," Luca says about his
career in the United States. "Only in the Big Apple," says
Vicki about this Web page. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Oct. 28, 2005. SLUMLORD Five days without heat
or hot water while outdoor temperatures dropped below
45º. That's what we tenants of 500 West 140
Street, in the Sugar Hill section of Harlem, had to endure yesterday. Our slumlord was too cheap to pay for repairs to
the boiler and for oil to burn in it. Late yesterday evening
through today, the inside heat had soared to
over 83º F., and the water has been hot enough to
scald. What happened to change the slumlord's mind?
When the heating season began, on October 1,
Vicki and Casey began an hourly log with: the date and time;
the Weather Service temperature reading in Central Park; our
reading on a fifth floor window ledge; our indoor reading;
and our comments, as on the heat of the water. Upon acquiring the building in
July of this year, the slumlord gave us tenants a phone
number, (212)633-9985, with only voicemail boxes that were always
full. Fortunately the slumlord included a fax number,
(212)633-9986, possibly believing that it would be
useless to us low-income tenants. After the slumlord had failed to
pay for boiler service for about three days, Casey and Vicki
began hourly faxes, day and night, of our five- or six-page
log to the slumlord, with choice comments on the cover
page. Of course, the slumlord eventually pulled his fax
plug, but he reconnected it often enough to allow our trusty
faxmodem software to squeeze our documents in. (His underpaid
employees, living in buildings like ours, were a big help to us too, although please don't
reveal that to the slumlord.)
But wait, that's not all! The cold air and water lingered,
despite our faxes. While we were faxing, taking time off from our
work, we were using Net resources to research the
slumlord, who had given us only the names of a couple of
phony, unlisted front businesses, of a flunky gopher,
called a "building manager," and of a building super. We
uncovered the names of the real, (quasi-)human owners of 500 West 140
Street, their real business name, their real business phone number,
and the home address and phone number of the head honcho. Okay, we made a few phone calls to the
slumlord's real phone numbers, identifying
ourselves as his tenants. "How did you get this number?" was the
startled reply. We talked long enough to confirm the
slumlord's status and the
pronunciation of his real name. Then the cover page to our 5 p.m. fax
included the names of the head honcho and of the
upscale suburban town in which he lives, no doubt with heat and
hot water, and without hallways and stairwells full of human piss and shit, manic rodents, and
threatening racist graffiti. We also
produced a leaflet with the slumlord's
private, unlisted (but no longer unpublished) data, and
distributed the leaflet to our neighbors, who
were delighted to get it and made good use of it. Within two hours of our phone calls, latest fax, and leaflet, our radiators were
blasting Saharan heat and the water was scalding. We're sorry for posting the leaflet as a PDF file. We well
know how much easier HTML is. But we're developing a web
page for our co-tenants, on which we'll include all the
information in the leaflet, as well as strategies
for making the landlord get rid of the piss, shit, rats, and
graffiti. Hint: Painting the slumlord's private home number in big
black letters in strategic places around our building should do wonders for the
graffiti and be a big step toward achieving our other goals. Skip-trace research on the slumlord:
$30. Publishing the leaflet: $1.75. Heat, hot
water, and the head honcho's humiliation: Priceless. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Aug. 1, 2005. THE LION IS A PUSSY!! After over a year of silence by the lawyers
for Columbia University, it appears that their barrage of about half a dozen
nastygrams to Vicki amounted to no more than gratuitous harassment,
with no legal or moral legs.
The law firm Toback, Hyman & Bernstein began dunning Vicki for almost
$11,000 on March 12 last year. Variously adding the names
of Vicki's
domestic partner, Eileen Casey, and of Vicki's mother, the nastygrams
included no accounting or justification for the claim, other
than what the lawyers called our "legal and moral"
obligation. Actually the earliest nastygram arrived over
two years after Columbia had severed all contact with
Vicki by driving us out of
our family home of seventy years. The dun therefore exceeded the statutory limitation
on civil action for the friviolous financial damages the
lawyers were alleging.
Scanning this blog, the reader will learn
that, in 1997, Columbia first attempted to evict Vicki's
86-year-old mother, for
seeking physical therapy for her crippling
osteoporosis. Failing that, Columbia went after Vicki and
Casey, who had moved in to care for our mother. The eviction
mill Borah, Goldstein, Altschuler &
Schwartz finally
got us out five years later, in early 2002. During the prolonged legal battle, our
rent-controlled tribute to the landlord had been frozen by the courts as "use
and occupancy," which we had dutifully paid every month to the
lawyers. Perhaps Columbia's dunning was its belief that our
eviction had retroactively increased the rent-controlled amount
to the fair-market value. But the nastygrams offered no such
explanation. More likely, the nastygrams were the work of
Elizabeth Baum, the low-level employee at the university's Office of
Institutional Real Estate. Liz Baum, who, like Vicki, is a
biking enthusiast, had initiated the evictions out
of apparent conviction that no mother could love
transgendered and lesbian daughters, and that even if she
did, she deserved no better than suffering a stroke
watching Baum's perjurious plotting to drive us
into the streets. Although Columbia is a remarkably advanced,
diverse, tolerant New York refuge, Baum's colleagues in its Institutional
Real Estate probably saw less stress in letting Baum stoop to
her shrillish schemes than in striving to stop her. We managed to escape living on the streets
just hours before the marshals threatened to put us
there. The
nastygrams, lacking any legal grounds over two years later, seemed
no more than Baum's way of telling us that she can find us
no matter where we are. Yesterday saw the end of Vicki's last power of
two in years on this earth. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story.
New York,
Dec. 21, 2004. WINTER SOLSTICE!! May the light glow longer in our lives
every day for the next six months! [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Aug. 1, 2004. VICKI REACHES LAST That is, Vicki's last power of two in
earthly years! The event occurred exactly three years, to
the second, after Vicki's dyslectic sweet sixteen. In Vicki's first thirty-two years alive, she
had six powers of two, including, of course, 20. Since then
she has had only one more. That is additional evidence, if
any be needed, that natural law, as well as computer
science, favors the young. This power of two is almost certainly Vicki's last. Virtually all good writers nearly always
protect themselves with, for the most part, typically cop-out modifiers, like "almost," "virtually," "nearly,"
in front of pretty much all-inclusive closely
absolute terms, somewhat
similar in quite a lot of debatably decisive ways to "You
broke it, you bought it!" [See the Brief for Appellants or our full story. New York,
Mar. 12, 2004. COLUMBIA STICKS Claiming we have a "legal and moral obligation" to
pay something called "delinquent vacated rent arrears," two years, almost to the day, after our
physical eviction, Columbia has just
dunned us for $10,799.11. What could that possibly mean? That our
alleged rent arrears were vacated? Then what is
the nastygram asking for? Or that we have to pay the
landlord for calling the marshals to force us to the street? And
what is the difference between "delinquent" arrears and the
other kind? The university claims certain rights as an
"eleemosynary institution." That means Columbia has a "legal
and moral obligation" to act in the public good and refrain
from filing perjurious court pleadings to hound a peaceful, law-abiding 86-year-old woman to her cruel and tortured
death. The nastygram came from the law firm
Toback, Hyman & Bernstein, which has represented Columbia,
as a defendant, at least twice before the Appellate
Division. Both were high-profile cases within the last
four years. Therefore the dun is not merely from a skip-trace
fishing in the court records and the tenant-blacklist agencies. Landlords typically use this retaliatory tactic to put former
tenants into the blacklist and ruin their credit. But why
did Columbia wait so long? With a term like "delinquent vacated rent arrears," this
case falls well within the bailiwick of Borah, Goldstein, Altschuler &
Schwartz, the law firm that handled our
two evictions. When the last appeal was finally over, and we
had nowhere else to go, except to the street, Jeffrey Metz,
Esq., the final litigator for Borah Goldstein, confided in
me that he took "no pleasure in winning this case." Although the firm often goes after
alleged arrears, it is my guess that Borah Goldstein had no desire to
continue hounding me. Columbia had to shop around for a
lawyer willing to take this spurious debt collection,
but wanted a firm more respected than a high-volume
skip-trace. Winding up another case for Columbia on
January 20, 2004,
Toback Hyman agreed to go after us, perhaps to win points from a lucrative
client. But the firm had never before handled a
residential landlord-tenant matter, to Vicki's knowledge,
and has only twice earier, as the firm Horowitz, Toback & Hyman in 1994 and 1996,
represented a commercial landlord renting to a retail store. By contrast, Borah Goldstein is locked into the New York
landlord practice, even cited as an endorser of prominent candidates
for city offices after having contributed generously to
their campaigns. Borah Goldstein may prefer respectability
and prominence to sucking up to deep-pocket clients. Sent only to Vicki and her
mother at our present street address, thankfully omitting Casey, the nastygram cites "your lease." There
had been no lease for our apartment since 1960. Rent-control law
takes precedence over the content of any lease or
landlord-tenant contract. Therefore the initial rent-control
lease is never renewed. Our monthly rent-control payments were
frozen, by court stipulation, as "use and occupancy" after the original eviction
papers were filed in court. We paid that amount throughout our five years in Housing Court and appeals.
There is a saying among lawyers. "A
lawsuit by the federal government is like a terminal
disease: it's not over until you're dead." Ditto for a suit by Columbia University.
[See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Apr. 4, 2002. YOU CAN'T GO
Taking Thomas Wolfe's symbolism somewhat literally, Columbia
University Institutional Real Estate has finally taught us that lesson in American
letters. It happened exactly a month ago. The intervening
time has been consumed by meditation on what we have learned. We managed to escape the marshals with
barely 12 hours to spare. The treasures of three generations,
with the exception of the 20-odd volumes of a 1950s
Britannica and a mildewed and water-logged
set of 19th-century Russian texts, are virtually intact. We
saved what's left of the Richman family only with the
tireless professional help of the master
mover Joël, (212)926-0823, and his two assistants, who
transported five large rooms of fragile furniture, objects
of oblique art, and hundreds of book cartons, with the
delicacy, strength, and speed of a cat burglar. In the deep recesses of our large and
many former closets, did we find anything for Ebay or
the Antiques Road Show? Not a chance. "All I have to leave
you," said Vicki's mother before she died, "is this
apartment." We are now in Sugar Hill, once
the home, hope, and heart of the Harlem Renaissance, but now
a way station for young immigrants and inchoate
intellectuals, as
close to the Yuppie West Side as they're likely to get in a
while. The only owner willing to rent to us has slumlord
credentials including an arrest for bribing a building
inspector and a tenants' lawsuit against such unsafe and unsanitary conditions as
prostitution on the roof, urine in the hallways, and
infested mattresses in the stairwells of a Bed-Stuy
government-subsidized project .
Because Columbia booted us immediately after
we lost the appeal, we had to move before our new home
was ready for habitation. We had a radiator, a toilet, a
pallet on the floor, nothing more. Our moving
in and paying rent are no incentive for the
landlord to stop work on vacant apartments long enough to finish the job
in ours. However, we are confident that our new
landlord wants to lose the slumlord history, if only to
capitalize on the early stages of the gentrification of Harlem. The
landlord is using us blacklisted tenants as a source of
income before the building is ready for renters who can
afford to be choosers. We are in the uncomfortable position
of watching helplessly as the landlord does to our
neighbors, impoverished and subsidized tenants of color, what
Columbia did to us. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, Feb. 23, 2002. MARCH 5 – OUT!! That was the decision yesterday by the Hon. Maria
Milin of the Manhattan Housing Court. We asked the court to
leave the door open for another extension in case of an
unlikely emergency, but she ruled that we had used up all
our time in appealing eviction. She treated the extra four
days as a gift from the landlord, not a protected right. Despite the blacklist, we have managed to
find a new home, on West 140th Street at Amsterdam
Avenue. If you can't make Columbia, there's always City
College. Our new landlord knows about our blacklist,
but he probably couldn't rent the apartment to anyone else
within two years, as the building is under renovation. The
elevator will be out of service for months at a time, and
there is still no intercom to admit visitors and deliveries. We're
on the fifth floor. The new landlord had us agree to rent increases as the repairs are
complete, but for now the new rent-stabilized rent is only about 30% greater
than what we would have had to pay for our present apartment had we
achieved rent-control tenancy in the building that has been
home for Vicki and her family for seventy years. As we struggle to protect our property,
files, records, hard drives – the treasures of three
generations – from seizure by the marshals, there shall
be no further updates to this page. Look for a new page
in April. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Feb. 19, 2002. EVICTION
STAYED TO MARCH. Although the landlord has accepted rent
payment through February 28, 2002, we have just received the
marshal's six-day notice to remove ourselves. The notice is dated February 15. With
the intervening holiday and weekends, the earliest business
day for physical removal is Tuesday, February 26. Enforcement is typically several days after the earliest date, so the landlord may be assuming that we have all of the month we paid for. However, we'll try to argue that having paid
for all of February means that no marshal's notice shall be served
earlier than March 1. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, Feb. 14, 2002. Casey and Vicki celebrate our
silver anniversary today. Twenty-four years ago, on our first
anniversary, we left our first home, on West 82nd Street and
Columbus Avenue, under eviction for maintaining a domestic
partnership that is now protected by New York City
rent-control law. The eviction-mill Borah, Goldstein, Altschuler &
Schwartz, which put us out then, is the
same law firm that is about to remove us now, under an original, and somewhat strained, interpretation of
rent-control succession. For no other reason than to get rid
of us, Columbia University, our landlord, has gained an
Appellate Division ruling that now makes it impossible for
immediate family to care for a disabled senior citizen without
fear of eviction under rent control. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, Feb. 7, 2002, 5:00 p.m. FINALLY!! The news came by postal mail, from the
court. Reargument or leave to appeal to the highest state
court is denied. The decision was dated February 5, 2002. The
online database costing us $80 a month failed this time, as
the ruling was not among the dozens of other decisions from
the Appellate Division, First Department, on that date. Two weeks to decide is on the fast side of
typical time. From Vicki's reading of the statutes and court
rules, we can't directly move the New York Court of Appeals,
in Albany, because the case originated in the
Civil Court. Therefore the case ends here. The stay of execution is lifted, but we don't expect the marshals earlier than the
middle of March 2002. We hope to find a home by then. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, Feb. 6, 2002, 12 noon. No marshal shall put us on the street during
February 2002. As the stay of execution continues pending a
decision on our motion for reargument or leave to appeal,
the landlord has deposited our rent payment – uh, make
that payment for use and occupancy, as "rent" is called
while an eviction is in dispute – for this month. The Appellate Division, First Department, has handed down no decision through yesterday. Although the court is virtually certain to rule against our motion by the middle of this month, Columbia University shall wait until next month to call the marshals. We may have enough time to clear up pending
business and continue searching for a landlord
who chooses to ignore the blacklist against evicted tenants. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Feb. 1, 2002, 2:30 p.m. No decision on leave to appeal our eviction had been handed down by January 31, 2002. That's eight days after the five-judge
Appellate Division, First Department, heard our
motion to take the case to the highest New York state court. In staying execution of our eviction pending the decision, Justice Richard W. Wallach promised the landlord a fast decision against the motion. The earlier half of that
promise — the "fast" part — has failed. Any
decision after today will show judicial deliberation of
typical-to-slow time.
We have no doubt, however, that the five
judges will be true to the latter half of Justice Wallach's
promise — the "against" part. We're asking the court,
in effect, to concede a nontrivial probability that it was
wrong, and very few appeals ever reach the state Court of Appeals, in Albany. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Jan. 26, 2002. Rent Wars, the tenant-advocacy news service
on cable television in New York City, has just taped a 15-minute interview
with Vicki on her eviction. The perceptive anchor Lora Chio hosted the show. She's
noted for her penetrating coverage of that travesty of
justice, the Charas eviction on the Lower East Side. The
tireless tenant activist Ronin Amano is the Rent Wars producer. The airing times and channels for Vicki's
interview are to be announced. Manhattan viewers should note
that Time Warner has tended to skimp on
available slots for Rent Wars. Mr. Amano is also the webmeister for a
well-received Net companion to the Rent Wars show, which has a link to Vicki's home
page. Ms. Chio is also an acclaimed actor in such Off-Broadway productions as Eat the Runt and Armchair America: The Recline of Western Civilization.
[See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, Jan. 24, 2002, 2:30
p.m. "You can't get an apartment if you
were evicted," said the broker. "The reason doesn't matter." A woman named "Sharon," working for Fifth
Avenue Brokers of 551 5th Avenue, New York, NY 10176, spoke
those words during a phone conversation minutes ago. Despite the
agency's posh address, it handles working-class
neighborhoods like Harlem, Washington Heights, and the
northwestern Bronx. We had tried to explain that our
eviction by Columbia University was no fault of our own,
that it was a legal technicality in the statute on rent-control
succession, and that we had paid full rent as we fought in
the courts for five years to keep our
home. We've taken to being upfront about the case,
to save ourselves paying the fee for reports on evictions
and credit. In addition to New American Registry, known as
"The Registry" in the industry, a leading
tenant-blacklist agency is American Tenant Service, or ATS. It
began reporting the Columbia action as an "eviction" before the
lower court even reached a decision. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Jan. 14, 2002, 5:00 p.m. STAY OF EXECUTION!! After repeatedly denying the points of our Motion
for Reargument or Leave to Appeal, Justice Richard
W. Wallach granted a stay of execution of the eviction, to
prevent the motion from being rendered moot before the full
court hears it. But the justice, who obviously favored the
landlord position in a grueling adversarial hearing in
chambers, set a hearing date for as early as next
week, and he promised Jeffrey Metz, the attorney for
landlord Columbia
University, that the Appellate Division, First Department, would hand down a fast decision
against the motion. Mr. Metz had argued that we had "manipulated the
courts" for over two years to unjustly prevent Columbia from putting
us on the street. The justice skirted
what we held were the two crucial questions of law: 1. Was
rent-control protection for Vicki's mother denied by her
age? 2. Should the time of her hospitalization be subtracted
from the two years of co-residence necessary for our
succession? He repeatedly
insisted that we could not show that we had "resided with"
her as a matter of fact, not law. As the New York Court of Appeals
rules on law, not fact, that opinion weighed heavily against
granting leave to appeal to the highest state
court. However, Justice Wallach finally agreed
we should not be on the street before the whole court rules. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Jan. 10, 2002, 6:00 p.m. EVICTION BEGINS!! The marshal has just served us with the six-day notice
to physically remove ourselves from our home. On Monday, January
14, at the Appellate Division, First Department, we will file a motion for reargument or leave to appeal
to the New York Court of Appeals, in Albany. We are hoping,
at best, for a stay of execution for a few weeks, until the
court refuses the motion. But the stay is by no means certain, as we are, in
effect, asking the court to concede a nontrivial probability
that it was wrong. Our motion is based
on the December 20, 2001, Court of Appeals decision,
supporting much of our Reply Brief for
Appellants, especially Point
One. That ruling, by the higher court, was simultaneous with
the judgment against us. (See Dec. 20, 2001.) [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, Jan. 10, 2002. The database New American Registry offers
landlords and real-estate brokers access to "33 million
landlord/tenant court records involving suits filed for
eviction...." It also invites landlords to identify any
tenant who has been a "problem." It does not invite tenants to submit rebuttals. There are
several other similar databases, but "The Registry," as it's
known in the industry, may be the most prominent and widely
used. It denies access to anyone who has no property-owning or -managing
credentials, so there is no automatic or easy way for tenants to get
their data. We have already
been refused an apartment by the broker
Melinda Subijano-Remon of Property Profile, Inc., 63 Cutter
Mill Road, Great Neck, NY 11021, after she consulted The
Registry. Neither Ms. Subijano-Remon nor the phone
receptionist for The Registry would offer us any
documentation or allow us to answer whatever charges
are cited against us. In Vicki's
30-year transsexual experience, a landlord's calling a tenant a "problem,"
whether in a holdover eviction or on a database, may be an
attempt to conceal unlawful discrimination. For example, in
its eviction petition, Columbia called us "squatters" using
"fictitious names," although we had paid rent with checks on
our account, exchanged letters with Columbia, and executed
affidavits with the court. (See pages 15 and 29 of our Brief for Appellants.) [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, Jan. 5,
2002. TENANT BLACKLIST!!
And Vicki and Casey are, of course, on
it. Even as we continue
with a last-ditch, and doubtlessly futile, attempt to fight
our eviction in the higher court, we have been looking for
apartments, and discovering that landlords require
applications with questions like, "Have you ever appeared in
Housing Court?" or "Has your landlord ever sued you for
repossession?" as well as several years of IRS tax
returns. Most landlords subscribe to databases that
provide Housing Court information, with a full credit
report, on the applicant. Note that landlords are not
interested in who won the case. They are not
interested in what the case was about or whether the
landlord was at fault. They want to know only if the
applicant has appeared in
court. Meanwhile landlords fight legislation to
require them to reveal financial information on the
buildings they rent out. As tenants, we'd like to know if
the landlord has ever violated laws on heat and livable
conditions. We'd like to know whether the landlord has ever
overcharged on rent. We'd like to know what the legal rent
really is. We'd like landlords to fill out our
application. But in fact we don't even know who the
landlord is. Agents and brokers front for the owner in
meeting new tenants, and — until the tenant has paid
about $7000 in upfront fees and deposits and moved in
— we don't know who's really offering to take our
lives in exchange for a few small dark rooms. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, Dec. 28,
2001. Unable to wait until after the New Year, the landlord
has returned our rent payment for January 2002.
Physical removal by
the marshals is imminent. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, Dec. 21,
2001, 4:30 p.m. WE LOSE!! The Appellate
Division justices denied all our points and let the lower
decisions evicting us stand. Not a chance that the Court of
Appeals, in Albany, will hear this case. We're on the
street. The decision was handed down yesterday, but eluded
us until now, giving us an extra day of solstice giddiness
at what we had anticipated would be a
victory. [See the Brief< for Appellants or our full
story.
New York, Dec. 20,
2001. The Court of
Appeals, in Albany, today handed down a major decision
strengthening New York City rent control.
The majority text,
written by Chief Justice Judith Kaye, supports much of
Vicki's Reply Brief for
Appellants and oral argument, on favoring history and intent in
attempting to make sense of statutory language. The lawyer who
lost in Albany argued against Vicki in the
Appellate Division three weeks ago. Albany upheld the ruling
by the same court that heard our appeal. The brilliant
tenant attorney Stephen Dobkin won the case. Have a
good solstice. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Nov. 29, 2001, 9:00 a.m.
APPEAL COMPLETED!!
We concluded our
oral argument before the Appellate Division, First
Department, at 4:30 p.m. on November 27, 2001, finally
finishing the eleven months of intense legal research and
heavily footnoted pleadings, often without sleep, that began with our motion
for leave to appeal our eviction by Columbia
University. Then we fell out for 36 hours.
The arguments went
remarkably smoothly. Although the justices typically
interrupt lawyers with hostile, and sometimes mild,
questions and challenges, Vicki delivered her presentation
without interruption to the apparent rapt attention of the
justices. Our adversary was interrupted several times, with
somewhat hostile challenges. Vicki was interrupted several times
during her rebuttal, but the questions were mild, even
friendly, seeming to lead her to terms that the justices
could support. There was no objection to our
presenting evidence and agruments that our adversary had
earlier moved to restrain by appellate preservation. Now the waiting
begins. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story.
New York, Nov. 15, 2001,
9:30 a.m. Oral arguments are set for November 27, 2001, at
2:00 p.m., before the Appellate Division, First
Department. Our friends, and enemies too, are urged to
hear us plead for our home, as Columbia University's eviction mill explains why we
should be put on the street. The court is at 27 Madison
Avenue, in Manhattan. Be ready for scanning for metal at the
door. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story.
New York, Nov. 8, 2001, 3:00
p.m. Our reply brief is in the hands of printer.
Record Press will publish the
twelve copies required by law, plus a few more for
ourselves, and serve them on the Appellate Division and on
the eviction mill by the close of
business tomorrow. Still remaining: oral arguments, with a
date to be set by the court. Each side will have fifteen
minutes, including time for rebuttal. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, Nov. 1,
2001. The trick was the landlord's responding brief to our
perfected appeal, charging us with exploiting
Vicki's aged, ailing mother for no better reason than to
have a home, with brazenly refusing legal counsel only to
unfairly influence the five justices of the second highest
court in the state, and with cruelly tormenting New York's
leading landlord law
firm. The treat, if it comes at all, will have to
wait until we finish our reply brief, deadlined for November
9, and argue orally before the five Appellate Division
justices in the First Depatment December Term. More later,
when we have a date. New York, Sep. 27,
2001, 6:00 p.m. VICTORY, AGAIN!!
The court has denied the landlord's motion
to dismiss our appeal of our eviction. Columbia
University, the respondent, held that we included evidence
and arguments restrained by appellate preservation.
But the Appellate
Division, First Department, has chosen to hear our evidence
of Columbia's perjury and violations of academic ethics in
abusing an 88-year-old woman for no other reason than to
prevent us from succeeding her to rent-control
tenancy. The case has been adjourned at least until
the November Term, and perhaps longer. If the earlier, the
respondent, Columbia, must file a reply by next week, and we
must set a date for oral arguments. Then we have two weeks
to file a reply to the reply. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York,
Sep. 16, 2001. Our desperate gloom in the first two hours of
Day Zero has largely dissipated amid the self-sacrificing
heroism and antiwar, peace-loving militancy of our fellow
New Yorkers. The lessons of Hiroshima and Vietnam, Vicki
insists, reply to the threats and apparent aims of the
frantically frenzied, fear-fostering fatherland-firsters
fanatically fast-fisting their fighting way to a military
coup. At the same time, we continue to protect our home from
the business-as-usual eviction mill employed by the
ivory-tower dons of that international center of the liberal
arts, Columbia University. We have filed our reply to the motion that
our appeal improperly cites evidence of the eviction mill's
perjury hiding the yearlong abuse of the "aged rent control
tenant" also known as Vicki's mother. The doctrine of
appellate preservation, according to F. Lee Bailey, preserves only lies
and incompetence, and is America's most pernicious threat to
equal justice. [See the Brief for
Appellants or our full story. New York, Sep. 11, 2001, 11:00 a.m. Neither
New York City nor our lives will ever again be the
same. We're shattered, wasted, spent,
devastated. Finally, after 56 years, Vicki has some
small notion of what the people of Hiroshima
endured. But, about 7-8 miles north of the disaster
area, Casey and Vicki remain physically okay. Not so for
some of our friends and colleagues. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, Aug. 20,
2001, 4:00 p.m. The stay of execution continues while
Columbia University moves the court to strike substantial
parts of our Record on Appeal and our Brief for
Appellants. By September 4, Vicki must reply
to Columbia's allegation that our attempt to fight our
eviction is "a continuing vendetta against" the law firm
that evicted us twice: in 1977, for our maintaining a
domestic partnership now protected by law; and in 1999, by
its gaining a decision that an "aged rent controlled tenant"
who needs temporary medical treatment loses primary
residence, even if she returns home. It is the latter
eviction that we are appealing. [See the Brief for Appellants or our full story. New York, Aug. 16, 2001, 4:00 p.m. The
Columbia University attorney will move the court on Monday,
August 20, to vacate the stay of execution and have us put
on the street immediately. According to a message on Vicki's
voicemail, Columbia holds that our Record on Appeal
and our Brief for
Appellants violate the doctrine of appellate
preservation by including pleadings and arguments not cited
by our previous attorneys. In particular, our record
includes prima facie evidence of
perjury protecting the landlord's abuse of Vicki's mother. What is Columbia, through the eviction-mill law firm Borah, Goldstein, Altschuler &
Schwartz, trying to hide?
[See the Brief for Appellants or our full story. New York, Aug. 8, 2001. A citizen owning
both a Park Avenue co-op and a summer home in the Hamptons
has dual primary residence and may therefore vote
twice.
Or so argues Professor Richard Briffault, the vice-dean of
the Columbia University Law School, in the U.S. Court of
Appeals. [See page 33 of our Brief for Appellants, just
filed.] But in the New York State Appellate
Division, Columbia tries to evict us by arguing that a
senior citizen who seeks temporary medical treatment while
on rent control cannot continue to claim primary residence
in a building owned by the university. Also as Columbia University goes
about putting us on the street, its faculty claims credit
for the only two American dramatic films about the
transgendered: Boys Don't Cry and The Ballad of
Little Jo. (We exclude, of course, comedies about
cross-dressing or gender impersonation.) [See the Brief for Appellants or our full
story. New York, Aug. 6, 2001, 4:00
p.m. APPEAL PERFECTED!!
Our Brief for
Appellants and the Record on Appeal have
just been served on the landlord's attorney and filed with
the Appellate Division, First Department. Still remaining:
setting an October date for oral arguments; the landlord's
reply; our reply to the reply. Congratulations to Record
Press for brilliantly publishing our work according
to court rules and filing it on the
deadline. Congratulations also to the acclaimed poet and
editor Michael Benedikt for entertaining
and enlightening the Net and showing solidarity with us in
our struggle against Columbia's attempt to put us on the
street. Vicki is now off to represent the New York
local at the 2001 Delegates Assembly of the National Writers
Union. [See the Memorandum of Law or our full story. New York, Jul. 25, 2001, noon. With the
crucial expert help of Record Press, Vicki has virtually
perfected the appeal of our eviction. All that remains is
the appellate printer's turning out the bound volumes and
serving them on Columbia University and the Appellate
Division.
Record Press has a team of lawyers and paralegals to
assemble and publish the appeal according to arcane court
rules, freeing the litigant to concentrate only on legal
research and composing the text. There is no way even an
experienced lawyer, let alone a pro se appellant,
could meet the court's deadline without such brilliant
professional collaboration. The appellate printer's fee is
in the low-to-mid four figures. As soon as the brief is filed with the
court, it will go up on this site. Meanwhile, Vicki is proud to report that
the distinguished bard Michael Benedikt, the poet laureate
of the Upper West Side, has a link to us from his site, in
solidarity against Columbia's treatment of us. [See the Memorandum of Law or our full story. New York, Jun. 21, 2001. Vicki is elected
one of 26 delegates representing the New York local at the
2001 Delegates Assembly of the National Writers Union.
She hopes to be
finished perfecting the appeal of our eviction when the
D.A. convenes in mid-August. But progress is
slow. [See the Memorandum of Law or our full story. New York, Jun. 15,
2001. Struggling mightily against a Bob-and-Ray maxim
— "Giving me two weeks to finish a job is inviting me
to sleep for two weeks." — Vicki persists in
compiling her Record on Appeal preparatory to perfecting the
appeal, deadlined by the Appellate Division for the first
week of August. [See the Memorandum of Law or our full story. New York, Jun. 1, 2001. No court order for
a preargument conference. It's 20 days since Vicki's filing
of the Preargument Statement. [See the Memorandum of Law or our
full story.
New York, May 14, 2001, 10:00 p.m. Vicki has
just been nominated a candidate to represent the New York
local at the 2001 Delegates Assembly of the National Writers
Union. [See the Memorandum of Law or our
full story.
New York, May 11, 2001, 1:00
p.m. Vicki has just served her Preargument Statement on
Columbia University's attorney, the eviction-mill law
firm Borah, Goldstein, Altschuler &
Schwartz, and on the court clerk. That pleading
is the first step in "perfecting the appeal" (legal jargon
for making it happen).
We shall soon learn whether the Appellate Division, First
Department, will order a preargument conference before a
referee or mediator. Only the First Department has such a
conference, whose purpose is either to find common ground
between the litigants or to limit the scope of the appeal.
[See the Memorandum of Law or our
full story.
New York, Apr. 24, 2001, 5:00
p.m.
The Appellate Division has just ruled in favor of
Vicki's motion for leave to appeal our
eviction. More later, when we get a copy of the decision.§ [See the Memorandum of Law or our
full story.
New York, Apr. 17, 2001, 2:00 p.m. No
decision yet on our motion for leave to appeal our
eviction. The stay of execution continues. [See the Memorandum of Law or our
full story. New York, Apr. 10, 2001, 2:00 p.m. After
viewing the X-rays of Casey's left ankle, the
orthopedic surgeon has left the cast on for
another two weeks. Then Casey will need three
weeks of physical therapy.
The Appellate Division has
yet to rule on our motion for leave to appeal our
eviction. The stay of execution continues until the court
reaches a decision, but the landlord's lawyer has the
marshals at the ready to put us on the street if and when the court rules against us. [See the Memorandum of Law or our
full story.
New York, Mar. 27, 2001. The
eviction stay remains in effect. No marshals this
morning. The cast should be removed from Casey's leg in two
weeks, followed by two weeks of physical
rehab. [See the Memorandum of Law or our
full story. New York, Mar. 26,
2001. This morning, the Appellate Division hears our motion
for permission to appeal our eviction, which has been stayed
until the justices reach a decision. The decision should be
filed in one to three weeks. However, the marshals plan to
put us on the street tomorrow, with Casey in a wheelchair,
unless they finally choose to honor the stay. [See the Memorandum of Law or our
full story. New York, Mar. 12, 2001. On March 26 the
court will hear Vicki's motion for leave to appeal our
eviction to the Appellate Division. In a grueling, and quite
unexpected, adversarial hearing in the chambers of Justice
Peter Tom, Vicki managed to get the eviction stayed until
there is a decision on our motion for leave. Justice Tom's
stay was "not on the merits" of Vicki's motion, but only to
prevent rendering the motion moot, and leave to appeal
remains unlikely.
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* Well, "victory" is a strong
word. Behind by four runs with two out in the last of the ninth, Vicki
hit a grand slam. But we still have to play extra innings
before we can claim victory. § The
decision looks good. The five justices granted the motion, with no dissent, after
four weeks of "due deliberation" on the pleadings. The
appeal is for the October term, with a preargument statement
required. The stay of execution remains if we perfect the
appeal within the time constraints and continue to pay rent, called "use and
occupancy," while the case remains in litagation.
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