To the Mayor of New York, the Commissioner of New York and Deputy Inspector Simmonetti,
I am writing this letter on November 1, 2009 at 5:18 AM, actually 4:18 on the new clock but currently 5:18 on my body’s internal clock. You may ask why I am awake at this early hour and I will let you know that neither my wife or myself have managed to sleep yet on this night.
The problem is that my neighbor from 1491 Carroll Street is having a Halloween DJ music party that started in the early hours of the evening and is continuing as I type.
The music is at the loudest decibels possible, in fact the walls of my children’s room are vibrating. The sound reaches every room of my house and in fact right now I hear my tenants pacing up and down on the floor above me!
To make matters worse, there are groups of party goers on my stoop outside screaming at the top of their voices like it is market day in the middle of the afternoon.
Remember, this is now 4:25 in the morning (new time) and I live on a “residential” block. Yes, I pay $7000 a year to have the privilege of living on a “residential” block, where you would think that the local police who are paid using my tax dollars as well as yours, might have the decency to ensure that the residents of the block can get to sleep at night or at the least not have a market and disco party taking place outside their bedroom window.
I have always been one who respects the police, greet them on the street and never fail to praise them when they do a good job. I have had a consistent problem with my neighbor who runs an illegal recording studio/pirate radio from his basement at 1491 Carroll Street.
Every night my children would cry that the loud music was keeping them up. This was in addition to the smell of drugs that would pervade their room. For years the 71st did nothing about the problem regardless of my calls to 311. It was only when I sent a letter to the Mayor and Commissioner that my complaints were given some attention.
When that initial pressure died down, the noise started up again on a nightly basis. Only when the new inspector took over were my 311 calls followed up on and the music became less frequent, quieter and stopped at a more respectable hour. The studio/pirate radio was not shut down but it became almost bearable and my children and I learned to live with it. At that point I spoke at the local precinct council meeting and praised the efforts of the new commanding officer and his staff.
What happened tonight has changed my perception of the local precinct. I am devastated at the lack of support that I was shown over the past 6 to 8 hours. Over the course of the night and morning I called 311 three times, I actually drove over to the precinct at 3 AM to speak with the officer on duty and I called the precinct directly twice. Twice I observed police officers come to the location, speak to some of the party goers and then leave without a change in the decibel level of the music.
At both instances there was a car parked at the hydrant (the same car was there all night) and the officers did nothing about it. Shocked and distressed, all I could do was write down the number of the first car (PBBS 2029) and observe the two officers who came later and chatted with one female for 10 minutes before leaving, again without entering the premises nor doing anything about the music.
With 6 children, thank G-d, including two ten month old twins who were up from 2am until 4 am because of the noise, I have no idea how I am going to manage over the next 24 hours, due to the lack of sleep.
I have lost the respect that I had for the local precinct and when the next person wonders aloud why we can’t all learn to live together and respect each other in this multi cultural city, my response might make mention of the over 50 people who decided that at 4 o’clock in the morning there is nothing wrong with screaming and shouting outside my window.
Respect? You’re having a laugh.