With broken hearts, we mourn the loss of our third brother found deceased in his taxi over the last three months.
The brother, of the Sikh faith, was a father to 10-year-old twins. He was young and active.
On Friday afternoon around 5 pm, he pulled over after dropping off passengers in the West Village. His friends realized something was wrong when they couldn't reach him for hours. At 11 pm, they traced the car to the West Village and learned he had been parked there since the drop-off.
How many strangers passed him? How many hit the hood for the car to move or lamented there were too many cabbies taking up parking spots? There lay a man, a devoted father and husband, with a wife in a frantic search and with parents and siblings far away.
We are supposed to work to live, not live to work. But drivers like our deceased brother work grueling hours. As trips shrink while costs grow, they’re left with little time to take care of themselves working longer and longer hours to try to make ends meet.
Rest in eternal peace, dear brother. We know this inhumane system failed you, though you gave it your everything. We will honor you in our struggle.
"My father Michael Massaroli...you do my dad's legacy and the legacy of all these victims no honor by using this tragedy to spread hate. We have seen a medley of people come up today, of all races, all religions, all creeds and this tragedy is just that, it's a tragedy. I've had to grow up and spend the past 25 years seeing people use it to hate on our Muslim brothers and sisters, to hate on people who don't look like them. That's wrong. That does no honor to the victims here...please stop."
Full video here: https://t.co/nWIx9b9yGR
the 25 years ago live guy writing today’s tweets as an RPG where he’s pretending to be a tourist is distasteful in ways I couldn’t have dreamed possible. impressive!
Twenty-five years ago, my mom left for work and never came home. Five years ago, on the twentieth anniversary of 9/11, I wrote about how my twelve-year-old self leaned on the @Yankees in my grief, seeking catharsis in the team that had taught me to believe.
https://t.co/lPG99OiqPl
On this day, we remember six members of the DCPS family we lost 25 years ago: students Asia Cottom, Bernard Brown, and Rodney Dickens, and teachers Hilda Taylor, James Debeuneure, and Sarah Clark.
https://t.co/PybbWb15ql
A year ago, we learned of a secret cemetery in Maryland where at least 230 Black boys who died in state custody are buried in unmarked graves.
Now, @Georgetown has revealed a more chilling truth: At least 1,000 kids were similarly buried nationwide.
https://t.co/rnbSDKZLQn
On this date, many children began their Pokémon journey, without knowing how life changing it would be and how many friends they would make along the way. So happy to be on the road with all of you!❤️
Sometimes you gotta be honest with yourself while looking at the Google Doc.
“Man, I’m not saying anything new here with this story.”
Close the laptop and move on to the next. Just happened with me. Ain’t the first time, nor will it be the last.
“You’re an asshole!” the young woman is screaming. The guy she’s berating is not saying much in response. “They — or rather, we (because the couple is right below my window) — are on a corner in the East 30s, about a block from the strip on Third Avenue where the bars are emptying out,” writes city editor Christopher Bonanos “It’s about 3 a.m. on a warm Saturday night turned Sunday morning, and I can hear her heels click on the concrete as she stomps away and then returns to give him some more of the business. This is a postcollege breakup, I groggily realize, and it’s going to take a while.”
Over 35 years of living in this neighborhood (mostly in the same building — first solo, then coupled up, and now married and a dad), Bonanos has seen hordes of 20-somethings glide from the dormitory to its not-quite-equivalent, the least edgy version of a “starter life” in New York. Owing mostly to these young adults’ presence, Murray Hill has become a punch line for postcollegiate uncoolness — it is the rare New York neighborhood that is young and affluent but also somehow unhip.
“Although it may not seem like it, I write not to bury my neighborhood but, guardedly, to praise it,” writes Bonanos. “For one thing, archetypes are by definition reductive, and I want you to know that despite the exodus to the suburbs, there are plenty of people around here who are older, or parents, or retired, or indifferent to the bar scene, or all of the above. Even so, I recognize that telling people I live in Murray Hill is a little like calling Sbarro my favorite New York slice joint. For the sake of clarity, I usually just offer to outsiders that I live in midtown. If I need to be more specific, I use a stock phrase: ‘In Murray Hill. Please do not judge.’ They do anyway.”
Read Bonanos’s full defense of the much maligned neighborhood: https://t.co/1jPlasUdQ7
Incredible reporting: People are being held at SFO for a week or longer, with no access to attorneys, a bed or medical care. Some were driven in from other airports more than 100 miles away. Many are legal permanent residents. https://t.co/yu7wJP8KUT
A Haitian immigrant who had grown increasingly distraught after losing his protection from deportation and being outfitted with an ankle monitor was run over and killed Monday in what his family believes was a suicide. https://t.co/h01mJkh9Kc
The current state of institutional media legit bums me out. We’ve burned through so much credibility in recent years. And our information ecosystem is worse for it
The funny part about these fake NFL players is they make football seem like an individual sport. They never work out with actual teammates in any of their videos. And they apparently take their helmets everywhere they go, in case a pickup tackle football game breaks out.