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Don’t Fuck With Me! Hollywood Police Community Relations

It’s open season on anybody who isn’t a cop in Hollywood. Who’s got us in the cross-hairs? Why, it’s the police of course. They treat homeless people like dirt. They treat everybody else worse. Don’t let them pull you over or they’ll tow your car at the drop of a hat. Don’t say anything except, “Sir, yes Sir!” or your ass is grass. Any encounter with a Hollywood cop will end in public humiliation at best, a good beating perhaps and even arrest. Say “Cop!” in Hollywood and it’s as bad as yelling “Fire!” People will scatter like ants in the wake of boiling water. Let’s add some multimedia to this posting to give it some meat, or should I say, “edge?”

When I see a black and white police car coming my way, all I do is lower my head in an attitude of complete submission. To do otherwise is to invite hellfire to rain upon my head.

Then let us not forget about the intrusive ghetto birds, also known as police helicopters. Oh, how they stir up the skies above my head, and shine their lights into my pad. They are responsible for many an interrupted night’s sleep.

How fun was that?

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Life amongst the ruins

 

Welcome to the Yucca Street corridor!

Existence is probably a better noun to use. The word life connotes a certain joy, a spark of hope, a glimpse of a dream, and at least a shred of dignity. But for the people who live in the Concrete Garden, there is only despair. In addition, for the people around them, there are daily confrontations with fear, vulgarity, hatred, dirtiness. The dream of Hollywood is a tiny diamond amongst a whole beach of plain sand. For the majority, some kind of life is put together – acting classes, camaraderie, the occasional part in a play in one of those tiny theaters on Santa Monica Blvd., or even a part in a commercial! Then there’s the waiting of tables, or being a barísta at a she-she coffee house. One out of thousands gets a lucky break, most just end up going back to school, others find niches all of their own – after all, actors are creative people and some of them are actually talented, at acting and other things as well. It’s a tough life, but as the saying states, “When the going gets tough, the tough get going.” The people you will meeting in today’s post aren’t tough. They are idiots.

Some of us Hollywoodlians, I daresay, the majority don’t even think about a career in the business, as it is called here in Los Angeles. These people just call Hollywood home. They live in crappy apartments; they live in really nice apartments; a few even live in just okay apartments. I’m a bit of a snob. I like being from Hollywood, despite the reputation that it has of flop-houses and crack heads. Sometimes the reputation is well earned, and tonight was one of those nights when the reality of the dangers of Hollywood hit home, too close to home for comfort.

I call this first video, “The party begins.” Earlier in the day, cops came and rousted two young men from the abandoned lot at the northwest corner of Yucca and Las Palmas. The night before a group of six (5 males and 1 girl) slept in the lot. There are mattresses and couches that provide ample sleeping accommodations for the none-too-picky. The two who remained were late sleepers, I guess, but they were told to shove off, and off they went. This is the whole pack returning. They know I’m recording them from up above, so they move their party furniture against the western wall of the lot in hopes of avoiding my camera. Nice try, idiots.

 

 

 

 

The block of Yucca between Las Palmas and Highland has been squirming under the heal of gentrification for three years now. Potholes that look like they were torn by ice glaciers work in concert with the loud noises of construction, and inconvenience of heavy machinery blocking access to everything, to create an atmosphere of fatalism. When will it be our turn to be forced to pack up and move out? In this next video, our revelers get out of hand. The footage is shocking and I’ve given it a PG-13 rating. The rating is for violence. At first the video is a bit unclear and shaky, but be patient and stick with it. You won’t be disappointed. The woman in the foreground is being restrained by two men and in the background, three men are fighting tooth and nail. The woman apparently wants to come to the assistance of somebody, but the other two men explain to her that it’s a “man thing” and she wouldn’t understand, and mustn’t intervene. Please allow me to clarify one thing. It’s not a “man thing.” It’s an “idiot’s thing.” You have to be an idiot to understand their behavior. A drunken, violent idiot at that.

Let me end this post with a few brief words. Of course it is the responsibility of the owner of this lot to secure it in a manner that keeps the riff-raff out. It is the duty of the police, on the other hand, to secure peace and the rule of law. How did they respond to this situation? Poorly, as usual. I called the 9-1-1 dispatcher twice about this situation. The first time, the person I spoke with said that there had been other calls and that units were on the way. I waited over ten minutes then called again. The second person said that nobody else but me had called (a lie). I know she was lying because she read me information that I never gave the first dispatcher that I spoke with. She asked me if I wanted to leave my name and number. I said, “NO!” Because of the last incident, when the cops treated me threateningly, but then I said, “I know you have that information already.” With a curt, “Fine!” she disconnected our conversation. One measly unit finally showed up. It was pitch dark which necessitated the use of flashlights. It looked to me as if they took the drunkest and/or most beat up of the bunch, set him underneath a tree and called an ambulance for him. Job done! Was anybody arrested for trespassing, assault, public intoxication, or anything at all? To my war weary eyes, the answer seems, “No.”

 

 

 

Only the Homeless are Free

Arrest? Who? Me?

This morning I heard a man yelling insults, obscenities and threats at 8 o’clock. I looked out the window and saw a tall African-American man with a shopping cart full of stuff garbage bags, and a small Hispanic man who was walking his little doggy. The man with the shopping cart, who I assume is homeless, was extremely upset about the man’s dog, which probably weighed all of one pound. The poor man with the dog couldn’t understand fully why the homeless man was upset. He was just trying to walk his dog. Just then a police car pulled up to a stop sign and the man with the dog flagged them down. The rest is history.

Those silver bracelets!

Well of course the cops spent a lot of time keeping him in handcuffs, and calling the Wilcox Station to see if he had any outstanding warrants. He must have had some kind of I.D. or they would have detained him and taken him back to the station for a fingerprint check, or whatnot. I ran downstairs to give a witness statement. I told them what I saw. Did they write it down? No. Did they ask me for my name or address or any contact info in case they arrested the detainee? No. That’s because they already knew that they weren’t going to arrest him for assaulting the poor guy and his dog. Luckily a passerby was able to translate between the victim and the cop. It makes me sick what goes on in this city, this town of Hollywood. There really is much to say. After everybody left, the cops let the guy go. I took some other photos and pics, so here you go:

That will learn him!

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Tammy Report

As you can mostly hear, but partly see, Tammy is never one keep her feelings bottled up inside. Maybe we can all learn from Tammy and start yelling “Fuck you!” at whomever we like. Oh, but I already know “people” like that. Today is one of those days when your Hollywood reporter-at-large wished the world would hurry up and run out of resources, that the last oil well will run dry. I want to be here, in the desert when it happens. But maybe that’s just the Tammy in me talking right now.

Noise, noise, noise and I chastise the police force!

A video from CBS.

http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=6633405n&tag=api

Oh, how I hate them. How I hate cell phones! Just shut up and watch the game! I am really quite quite shocked that nobody kicked his ass before the ball came along and schmooshed his nose!

October 2007

June 2010 – Day in and Day out!

Now

What do they “plan” on doing in this amazing city of Hollywood? I’ll tell ya! a whole lot of nothing. The amazing city of Jollywood is really the happiest place on Earth. I will tell you why. Because in the United States of America we are blessed with a unique  assembly of liberties and this is ground zero where the clash between liberties and personal freedoms occurs on a daily basis. For ten years I’ve watched it play out between skateboarders and city park staff. Between city employees who are really just trying to do their underpaid jobs, while at the same time, help these same kids develop some kind of personal growth with the backdrop of rampant, unbridled capitalism to misguide these under-parented children whose parents are simply struggling to put food in their mouths [period]. Sometimes I feel honored to be a witness to all this melodrama, while at other times I just feel like a victim!

Well the joke is on me. Neither the parents nor the kids give a hoot. In fact, most Americans don’t realize that this wee patch of land called Hollywood (zip code 90028) is  a big microcosm; or is it a tiny macrocosm of America’s culture clash? Here is where races, genders, belief systems, morals and the kitchen sink, collide, bounce against one another and spew new perspectives, and ideas. The energy and the tension are palpable. Here is where rent controlled properties are being quietly squeezed out by new luxury condos and apartment complexes.

Versus

Social Services? Whu? Police Protection? Huh?

The woman who is the subject of the two videos is a neighborhood fixture. It’s sad because she needs help. Serious help. And so does our neighborhood. In my make-believe world, one would call the police and report that a women is in severe distress and needs psychiatric and social services support. The police would come, and put her in restraints with the help of some kind of Emergency Medical Transport. From there she would be brought in front of a judge. Clearly the woman is incompetent and unable to make rational decisions on her own behalf. The judge would send her to the Los Angeles County Hospital. There she would be admitted for observation and treatment. After about two weeks of psychopharmacological intervention, as well as two or three interviews a week, she would be reassessed and sent to a half-way house transitional care to prepare her for life as productive member of society, or released to her family, in a worst case scenario- hospitalized for a longer period of time and put in the care of the State of California.

The Old County Hospital

Dream on!

Here is what really happens:

  • I call the cops four times on June 25, 2010 (give or take a day).
  • They can’t find the tree she is living under, despite detailed instructions, descriptions and the fact that I am not the only person who has called the police on her.
  • After the second call, I am asked to meet the police in front of my building in order to show them where she is.
    • For one thing, you can hear her from the front of our building.
    • When I hobble down there with my cane, they’ve already left.
  • I call a third time. The dispatcher keeps telling me “Hold on, hold on, hold on” in some weird mantra-like fashion.
    • I ask him, “Why do you keep telling me to “hold on?”
    • Angrily, he replies, “Well, then hang up if you want to.”
    • I want to hang up and I do so.
  • After waiting another 15 to 20 minutes to see if the police are going to respond to my complaint, I conclude that they will not, so I call them again.
  • Again I am asked to meet them in front of my building.
    • This time they are actually in front of the building!
    • I pulled my So-Happy-To-See-You face out of my pocket and insert it in front of my I-Really-Am-Sick-Of-This face.
  • I am then subjected to the kind of creepy and humiliating treatment that borders on the Bad Lieutenant behavior.
    • The passenger says my name three times, “Are you blah blah blah?”
    • I affirm that I am blah blah blah.
    • He responds, “My partner is gonna love this.”
    • They are intrigued that I know her name. I tell them that we’ve both lived here for over ten years.
    • I try to bolster my reputation and standing in the community when I tell them that I operate a blog – ta dah! thehollyblog!
    • While the passenger laughs and repeats the name like it’s a stupid joke. The driver says, “I don’t know what a blog is.”
    • I just laugh and respond, “She’s around the corner, underneath the big tree on your left. Just follow her screaming.”
  • They pull off. I watch from my window as they simply run her off of the property.

After I go to bed, my sleep is interrupted by her screaming and usual carrying on. To quote Shakespeare’s As You Like It, “All the world’s a stage.” Or even more glum, Macbeth’s soliloquy when he states,

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Money talks, you know the rest

Have you looked at the crime map?

Just go to this link. Make sure you scroll down and press GO, in order to change the crime map to your address. Those of you who are familiar with Google Maps should find the following interface easy to deal with. I suggest you change the view from Satellite to Map by clicking the button at the top right corner. If you change the drop down menu to last 7 days, you will see so many dots that it will scramble your senses. Each dot stands for a crime with a color key to the right.

If you want information on Hollywood’s Neighborhood Watch program, good luck. As far as I can tell, there isn’t one. The Senior lead officer, who is supposed to be in charge of this, is Officer Ralph Sanchez. I tried to call him at (213) 793-0704, but am still waiting for a return call. His supervisor downtown on this is named Elaine Morales, (213) 486-6000. She is involved in the LAPD Community Relations programs. Hmph. Here’s the link to LAPD’s Neighborhood Watch Program. I would like to thank the nameless police despatcher who gave me Ms. Morales’ phone number. Ms. Morales directed me to Officer Sanchez. She also asked me to call her back if I didn’t get satisfaction. I hope your ears are burning Ms. Elaine!

Now let’s talk about 1751 N. Las Palmas

Use a forklift much?

If you want to take a look at the permit for this project, click here. I spoke with one of the safety inspectors for the job, Mr. John Carpenter. He can be reached at (213) 482-0364, which is contrary to the Inspection Report. If you take a close look at the document, you should note that the site hasn’t been inspected November 9, 2009 where Mr. Carpenter notes that he could not get access to the property! His manner to me was abrupt, and that’s putting it kindly. Frankly, I don’t think he knows what the hell is going on with this property. I asked why it was stalled for so long and he replied, “Funding.” When I tried to ask him for more information on this point, he cut me off and said, “FUNDING!” As if I needed a hearing aid. Whenever I pointed out a problem, he’d refer me to another entity, usually the police. I know that the LAPD has a special officer who deals with construction site issues, but Mr. Carpenter didn’t know anything about that. Oh, no. And when I mentioned other violations, like the workers habit of spilling particulate matter into the air, he said, “Call Cal-OSHA!” He did agree to tell the workers to stop hammering at 6:30 in the morning, but what I took away from this conversation was a man who didn’t want to be bothered by the likes of some uppity citizen of the fair city of Hollywood. So in addition to the 270 units that are being put up by the Jefferson Project and the 218 condos going up at the McCadden Project, we now have an additional unkown number of units going up within a one-block radius. The smaller buildings are being mushroomed out of existance. Any building built before 1980 is protected by rent control. The developers (probably Republicans) will stop at nothing to destroy these building and replace them with pricey condos and apartment units that nobody can afford anyway.

Here’s a brief video for Cal-OSHA. The forklift these guys are using is so old, that rather than try to restart it over and over again, they just leave it running:

Guess my next job is to find out where the local Cal-OSHA office is located. Who I need to talk to there and start harassing them. In the meantime, I encourage everyone in the neighborhood to join the Hollywood Hills Neighborhood Council and show up at their meetings. We don’t have to take this lying down!

Quiet Saturday in Hollywood? Not on your life!

Normal hurly burly

Normal hurly burly

Note the typical lack of shade that makes waiting for a bus in L.A. akin to standing inside a kiln. Maybe that’s why all us Angelinos are so fake. Perhaps we’ve been turned into ceramic people. Now I’m hearing strains of the song Shattered by the Rolling Stones but that was about New York. New York is a great city too, but it ain’t Hollywood. This is the only place left on earth where magic happens and miracles occur. As for the shadeless bus stops, clearly someone in the Metro Authority is taking kick backs from dermatologists and oncologists (skin and cancer doctors). Ask yourself, Who has the most to gain from exposing all these people to carcinogenic levels of ultraviolet rays? I’m not paranoid. You’re paranoid!

Here’s a wee video documenting the gang sweep that went on last week. This vid was taken just a couple of days ago. Please forgive my editorializing. I really like most of the police in Hollywood from the Wilcox station. But it just takes one bad apple. Anyway, I said some things that I probably didn’t mean. I don’t think it’s right to speak in generalizations, but some cops do abuse their badge and gun. That’s why people fear all police. That one might just be the psycho who can’t deal with the power granted him by law to carry a gun, a tazer, a billy club and even extra strength pepper spray. People have actually died from pepper spray so do yourself a favor and obey the law and the police when you are in Hollywood. m’K?

PHOTO MONTAGE TIME!

Focus on Saint Camillus de Lellis

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