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Posted on 05/25/2005 9:55:18 AM PDT by neverdem
The New York Times romanticizes violent felons into impulsive hipsters.
A crush on a pretty photographer, a stunt gone awry and a Lower East Side artist . . . lands in unhip prison green, the New York Times intoned on the front page of its May 22 City section. Even now, four years later, people who know Simon Curtis still cant believe the odd series of events that led him to spend the last year in jail.
Readers might find themselves intrigued at this point: Curtiss tale must be a Kafka-esque one of an innocent man thrown in jail for no good reason and unable to clear his good name, right? But as they read on, theyll soon discover that Curtis is in fact an impulsive, violent criminal with a reckless disregard for human life. So with New York now into its second decade of renaissance, made possible by elected leaders who pledged to call criminals criminals and enforce the law to throw them in jail, the Times still feels compelled to romanticize a segment of the criminal population, personified in this case by an overeducated Manhattan lowlife the paper calls an unmerry prankster.
First, the facts. In July 2001, Curtis, an alcohol and drug abuser, attended an art opening at a Brooklyn gallery. He liked a $500 photograph on show there, a semi-nude self-portrait of the photographer, whom he knew. Curtis, drunk, stole it off the wall. The gallerys proprietor, Heather Stephens, spotted him however, and chased him out the door, with her partner, Michael Delmonte. Curtis climbed into a waiting getaway truck, driven by his friend (and fellow lowlife) Sam Salganik. But just before Salganik could drive away, Stephens jumped into the back seat of the truck and Delmote splayed himself on its hood. Salganik and Curtis then endangered their robbery victims livesand the lives of pedestrians and other driversby careening away at 50 miles per hour through the streets of New York. Delmonte banged on the car so desperately that he smashed the windshield.
Finally, Salganik stopped the car and repeatedly assaulted Delmonte as Curtis stood by; Stephens ran off with the photograph. The police eventually tracked down Curtis and his driver and arrested them. Salganik served a prison sentence, but Curtis skipped court. A couple of years went by, while he hid in plain sight on the Lower East Side, spraying graffiti. Eventually called to account, he pled guilty to robbery and is now serving a one- to three-year sentence in an upstate prison.
If Curtis and his accomplice were a couple of poor black kids who stole $500 worth of cigarettes from a bodega and assaulted the store owner as they made their getaway, theyd hardly get a two-page color spread in the Sunday Times. But Curtis and Salganik, you see, are tortured Lower East Side artistes. So Times reporter Steven Kurutz, enabled by his editors, depicts the anti-social behavior of two now-convicted criminals through a rose-colored lens. He treats their story as another chapter in the never-ending tale of the raucous, over-aged youth who supposedly make Manhattan so cool and fun for the rest of us.
Kurutz describes Curtis as tall and affable, with a shy inwardness befitting a teenagehood spent alone in the bedroom drawing comics and pouring [sic] over heavy metal and punk records. The now-35-year-old Curtis (a disarming mix of man and boy), we learn, grew up in affluent Maplewood, N.J. Then, unlike many of New Yorks other convicted criminals, he enjoyed the luxury of a college education at the expensive School of Visual Arts in Manhattan.
But after graduation, Curtis had no interest in a life filled with such bourgeois goals as a steady job, so he and his friends spent much of the decade leading up to the 2001 crime taking drugs and defacing apartment buildings with graffiti. To hear the Times tell it, though, Curtis bravely hung on to his youthful spirit well into his mid-30s, hanging out with drug-abusers and shoplifters, courageously moving back in with his parents when he ran out of money. Its not easy staying hip, Curtis told Kurutz.
The Timess romantic gloss on Curtiss unproductive life is bad enough. But the papers depiction of the 2001 crime is shocking. Kurutz mildly refers to the violent robbery as a juvenile prank on a fateful eveningan evening that ushered in a blunt intrusion of law and order into a carefree world. Kurutz also describes the crime as a spur-of-the-moment thing and a crazy stunt.
Kurutz doesnt seem to realize that lots of crimes, even serious ones, are spur-of-the-momentthe thugs who allegedly killed Nicole DuFresne on a Lower East Side street earlier this year, for instance, have told police that they didnt set out to murder anyone that night. An inability to control impulse has never excused criminal behavior, and its no justification either for a 2,700-word narrative about how downtown meets the real world.
The Times expresses little concern for gallery owner Stephens. Shortly after the crime, she began seeing a therapist. Have you ever been kidnapped? Have you ever been assaulted? . . . Im sorry. Im having flashbacks about it right now, she tells the paper. Stephens, with a real career and a productive life to live when she isnt being robbed andas she believes, though this charge wasnt pursuedkidnapped, isnt as thrilling as Kurutz and similar miscreants, it seems.
Nor does the Times expect Curtis to apologize to his victims or to society in general, or worry overmuch about his rehabilitation in prison. Curtis has spent prison life listening to the Velvet Underground and Slayer and reading Vice magazine to stay in touch with what his reprobate friends are doing. With these activities, he has taken his sentence in stride, the Times informs us approvingly. I think about it way too much, Curtis said of the crime, not because he feels bad for his victims or ashamed of what he did, but because, it seems, he still cant understand why a prankster like himself ended up in a state prison. Its obvious that Curtis hasnt made much of an effort while in prison to re-examine his life or change his ways after he is paroled later this year.
The paper of record just cant hide the fact that its reporter and editors think Curtis is better than the other criminals who share prison life with him. Kurutz notes that Curtis has had to attend vocational classes, despite his college degree. The horror! The Times neglects to mention that since Curtis never parlayed his expensive degree into a law-abiding existence before his conviction for a serious crime, perhaps some vo-tech might do him good.
In any case, the article is a reminder to all those who have worked so hard to overcome destructive liberal nostrums over the past two decades and take New York back from the criminals. Smart urbanists can never stop paying attention, not even for a second. The Times is still willing to let the worst of New York bring the rest of us down, and then write romantic stories to tell us all about it while we cower in our graffiti-covered apartments.
The NYTs lionized Norman Mailer who got a violent criminal released only to go out and stab to death a resteraunt worker.
"Worthless thugs good, US militray bad."
That is why it is essential that freedom-loving people deny the New York Times their subscription dollars or the benefit of circulation numbers in selling advertising.
I challenge Freepers to do the right thing and cancel any subscriptions you have to the NYT and confess your error on this thread. You cannot be forgiven until you change your dangerous ways.
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