Podcasts about Park Row

Anna Rasche's debut novel A Stone Witch of Florence (2024, Park Row) brings reader on a historical fiction adventure to Florence. As the Black Plague ravages Italy, Ginevra di Gasparo is summoned to Florence after nearly a decade of lonely exile. Ginevra has a gift--harnessing the hidden powers of gemstones, she can heal the sick. But when word spread of her unusual abilities, she was condemned as a witch and banished. Now the same men who expelled Ginevra are begging for her return. Ginevra obliges, assuming the city's leaders are finally ready to accept her unorthodox cures amid a pandemic. But upon arrival, she is tasked with a much different mission: she must use her collection of jewels to track down a ruthless thief who is ransacking Florence's churches for priceless relics--the city's only hope for protection. If she succeeds, she'll be a recognized physician and never accused of witchcraft again. But as her investigation progresses, Ginevra discovers she's merely a pawn in a much larger scheme than the one she's been hired to solve. And the dangerous men behind this conspiracy won't think twice about killing a stone witch to get what they want... Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network

Anna Rasche's debut novel A Stone Witch of Florence (2024, Park Row) brings reader on a historical fiction adventure to Florence. As the Black Plague ravages Italy, Ginevra di Gasparo is summoned to Florence after nearly a decade of lonely exile. Ginevra has a gift--harnessing the hidden powers of gemstones, she can heal the sick. But when word spread of her unusual abilities, she was condemned as a witch and banished. Now the same men who expelled Ginevra are begging for her return. Ginevra obliges, assuming the city's leaders are finally ready to accept her unorthodox cures amid a pandemic. But upon arrival, she is tasked with a much different mission: she must use her collection of jewels to track down a ruthless thief who is ransacking Florence's churches for priceless relics--the city's only hope for protection. If she succeeds, she'll be a recognized physician and never accused of witchcraft again. But as her investigation progresses, Ginevra discovers she's merely a pawn in a much larger scheme than the one she's been hired to solve. And the dangerous men behind this conspiracy won't think twice about killing a stone witch to get what they want... Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/literature

Anna Rasche's debut novel A Stone Witch of Florence (2024, Park Row) brings reader on a historical fiction adventure to Florence. As the Black Plague ravages Italy, Ginevra di Gasparo is summoned to Florence after nearly a decade of lonely exile. Ginevra has a gift--harnessing the hidden powers of gemstones, she can heal the sick. But when word spread of her unusual abilities, she was condemned as a witch and banished. Now the same men who expelled Ginevra are begging for her return. Ginevra obliges, assuming the city's leaders are finally ready to accept her unorthodox cures amid a pandemic. But upon arrival, she is tasked with a much different mission: she must use her collection of jewels to track down a ruthless thief who is ransacking Florence's churches for priceless relics--the city's only hope for protection. If she succeeds, she'll be a recognized physician and never accused of witchcraft again. But as her investigation progresses, Ginevra discovers she's merely a pawn in a much larger scheme than the one she's been hired to solve. And the dangerous men behind this conspiracy won't think twice about killing a stone witch to get what they want... Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/historical-fiction

Charles Terry wasn't a good guy, especially when it came to women. He liked to beat, rape and strangle them. He was convicted for several attacks and just out of prison in 1951 when Shirley Coolen, a Brunswick, Maine, single mother was found dead, strangled in a yard on the town's fancy Park Row. But […]

VLOG Jan 24: Trump Carroll trial another day off, but on George Santos in New Hampshire, no OK in the (EDNY) docket. On Honduras JOH, Inner City Press files to unseal financial affidavit, as on Menendez. Park Row con$truction, UN hypocrisy https://innercitypress.com/ungate1ianphillipsicp012324.html

The city of Leeds seen through public art past, present and future. In this edition, Malika Booker considers an architectural sculptural frieze located on Abtech House, 18 Park Row, Leeds (formerly West Riding Union Buildings) created in 1900 by the stonemason and sculptor Joseph Thewlis. The sculpture depicts emblematic figures related to Leeds commerce at the time, linked to the abundance of textile industry and mills in Yorkshire and Leeds. As a member of the Caribbean community living in Chapeltown, she is particularly interested in the Minerva Goddess presiding over these figures, as well as the figures depicting the bank's relationship with empire. She is caught by the multicultural portrayal of figures representing different aspects of Industry and the world, but of particular interest is the depiction of an enslaved African figure lifting and bending over bales of cotton. This lyrically poetic essay considers the changing visual, political, social and environmental changes that the sculptural frieze has witnessed and the ways in which the world has moved away from this depiction of black bodies. Malika is and international writer, double winner of Forward Prize for Poetry and Douglas Caster Cultural Fellow at University of Leeds.Writer/reader, Malika Booker Sound designer, Alisdair McGregor Producer, Polly ThomasContains some historical racial terminology. Looking at Leeds is a co-commission between BBC Radio 3 and The Space with funding from Arts Council England. A Thomas Carter Project for BBC Radio 3.

We are rewinding to a conversation with Dr. Samantha Montano all about disaster management, in response to our recent episode on the concept of disaster capitalism. We get into everything you've ever wanted to know about living with stronger hurricanes, tornados, heatwaves… and just how we can protect our communities. Dr. Montano and I discuss her interest in disaster recovery in New Orleans immediately following Hurricane Katrina and the Levee Failure. Samantha educates of the phases of Disaster Management (and what can go right or wrong in each one!), and gaps in our current legal and political systems when it comes to actively preparing for and mitigating events that are often incorrectly referred to as ‘natural disasters.' We also dig deeper into the mismanagement of the covid catastrophe response. This episode was originally published December 2021 under the title "Disasters Aren't Natural: Managing Catastrophes + The Climate Crisis. Dr. Montano is an assistant professor of emergency management at Massachusetts Maritime Academy. She is the author of Disasterology: Dispatches from The Frontlines of The Climate Crisis published by Park Row. She earned her B.S. in Psychology from Loyola University New Orleans and an M.S. and Ph.D. in Emergency Management from North Dakota State University.  Thanks to our sponsor today!! CarawayHome.com/ECO for 10% off Sign up for our biweekly newsletter here!! Sign up for our community spotlight here!! Let's connect - @ecochicpodcast on Instagram + @lauraediez on Tiktok. Email me at laura@lauraediez.com. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Jamie Varon is an author, designer, digital course creator, and creative consultant living in Calabasas, CA. Her first nonfiction book, Radically Content, was published April 12th, 2022 with Quarto Books. Her debut novel, Main Character Energy, (which she wrote in an hour a day, because no, you don't have to devote your entire life to it!) will be published fall 2023 with HarperCollins' imprint, Park Row. In Episode 49 of the Write the Damn Book Already podcast, we discussed: How writing a "Novel Zero" can be a game-changer for nonfiction writers.The daunting task of transitioning from nonfiction to fiction writing and why it can feel incredibly challenging, even for experienced writers.The subjective nature of books and the unique challenges authors face in getting their works written and published.Jamie's experience utilizing a book writing coach to overcome obstacles and complete her novel.Jamie's unconventional outlining practice and why it differs from traditional methods.Tips on finding a great editor who can truly enhance your writing journey.What writers can learn from musicians when it comes to the book-writing process. CONNECT WITH JAMIEWebsite: jamievaron.comRadically Content: https://amzn.to/44Vsi3Z Main Character Energy: https://amzn.to/3DBSKUrInstagram: instagram.com/jamievaronFacebook: facebook.com/jamievaronTwitter: twitter.com/jamievaron  RESOURCES MENTIONEDLove Buzz by Neely Tubati Alexander Ways We Can Work Together on Your Book! 25 Days of Bold Moves (free challenge)Get instant access to my 25 TOP TIPS to finish your book, boost book sales, and increase your reach as an author.Sign up here >> Book Outlines Made Simple workshopThrough this pay-what-you-can on--demand workshop, you'll discover the 5 components of all bestselling books, learn how to zero in on your core message, and get access to the outlining spreadsheet I've used to write six books (and help countless authors write theirs) so you can masterfully organize your thoughts, perspectives, and insights. Learn more >> Thanks so much for listening! If you enjoyed this episode, don't forget to subscribe and leave a review!To see all the ways we can work together to get your book written, published, and launched, visit publishaprofitablebook.com/work-with-elizabeth

If you don't feel prepared for the daunting task of leading a nonprofit, even as an LGBTQ leader, you don't have to go it alone. A nonprofit leadership coach can help - and Sean Kosofsky's latest guide can help you. Visit https://www.nonprofitfixer.com/nonprofit-fixer-blog/nonprofit-executive-leadership-coaching-guide to learn more! Mind the Gap Consulting, LLC 25 Park Row, New York, NY 10038, United States Website http://www.nonprofitfixer.com Email prc.pressagency@gmail.com

What is non-profit executive coaching? Does your organization need it? How much does it cost? How can you benefit? Get all the answers in this free ultimate guide for 2023, from Mind the Gap Consulting, the experts in non-profit leadership coaching. Just visit https://www.nonprofitfixer.com/nonprofit-fixer-blog/nonprofit-executive-leadership-coaching-guide Mind the Gap Consulting, LLC 25 Park Row, New York, NY 10038, United States Website http://www.nonprofitfixer.com Email prc.pressagency@gmail.com

Get ready for a once-in-a-lifetime London adventure that takes you through the magical world of Madame Tussauds London! I'll whisk you away to the enchanting exhibits, from the dazzling music zone to the phenomenal Star Wars section, where you'll rub shoulders with legends from history and modern celebrities. Experience the thrilling Marvel Universe 4D movie, venture into the chilling Chamber of Horrors, and enjoy a royal experience in the Royal Zone. And that's just the beginning!But our London escapade doesn't stop there! We'll also uncover the hidden gems of Regents Park, like the captivating Queen Mary's Garden and the historic Ready-Money Drinking Fountain. Plus, we'll dive into the fascinating world of the Sherlock Holmes Museum and share my top tips on visiting Buckingham Palace, securing hotel rooms, bringing medicines to the UK, and cycling around the city. Come along on this unforgettable journey and discover all the wonders London has to offer!Madame Tussauds London Special Offerhttps://ldn.fan/LBfsHGuided London Bicycle Tourshttps://guided.london/bicycletourUK GOV Websitehttps://www.gov.uk/travelling-controlled-drugsVisit Madame Tussauds and Save up to £22 See the magic of celebrity encounters at Madame Tussauds and Save up to £22* for £25 Mon-Thurs onlyDisclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.Support the showGOT QUESTIONS ABOUT LONDON?Send me your question(s) for a chance to be answered live.Whatsapp: +44 7700 1822 99 (Text & Voice)E-Mail: hello@londonasked.comWeb: https://londonasked.com/ask FOLLOW MEFacebook: @londonaskedInstagram: @londonaskedTwitter: @londonasked JOIN THE FACEBOOK GROUPhttps://facebook.com/groups/londonasked LEAVE A REVIEWPlease leave a review wherever you're listening to this podcast. PRE-ORDER the London Asked and Answered: Your Comprehensive Travel Guide Book or eBookhttps://guided.london/book © 2023 London Asked and Answered; Sascha Berninger Ready to dive into the ultimate London adventure? Subscribe now to unlock exclusive content and join us in uncovering the city's best-kept secrets, insider tips, and unforgettable experiences. Don't miss out on the journey of a lifetime – hit that subscribe button and let's explore London together! https://plus.acast.com/s/london-asked-and-answered. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Nonprofit leaders looking to increase workplace wellness, morale, and productivity will want to check out Sean Kosofsky's guide to implementing the four-day workweek. Learn how to successfully adopt this proven business model by consulting with an industry expert. Find out more at https://www.nonprofitfixer.com/nonprofit-fixer-blog/the-complete-guide-to-implementing-the-four-day-workweek Mind the Gap Consulting, LLC 25 Park Row, New York, NY 10038, United States Website http://www.nonprofitfixer.com Email prc.pressagency@gmail.com

Work less, get paid the same - sounds like a dream, doesn't it? But it might actually be happening sooner than you think. Let Mind the Gap Consulting show you the way! Go to https://www.nonprofitfixer.com/nonprofit-fixer-blog/the-complete-guide-to-implementing-the-four-day-workweek Mind the Gap Consulting, LLC 25 Park Row, New York, NY 10038, United States Website http://www.nonprofitfixer.com Email prc.pressagency@gmail.com

Sean Kosofsky's Mind the Gap Consulting has affordable expert leadership coaching and the ultimate leadership guidance for nonprofit leaders and executives who want to better themselves and their organizations. Go to https://www.nonprofitfixer.com/nonprofit-fixer-blog/nonprofit-executive-leadership-coaching-guide to find out more. Mind the Gap Consulting, LLC 25 Park Row, New York, NY 10038, United States Website http://www.nonprofitfixer.com Email prc.pressagency@gmail.com

It's got Adam Driver! It's got dinosaurs! It's got a numerical title that sounds like a sports biopic and makes the title of this podcast episode look confusing! What more do you want? Well, it turns out that 65 needs a LITTLE more than all that to be a real movie, but at least it's out there trying.Wikipedia page for 65Movies recommended in this episode:Beau Is Afraid (2023)Air (2023)Park Row (1952)Ever tried Microdosing? Visit Microdose.com and use FLOP for 30% off + Free Shipping.

Mind The Gap Consulting can help you transition your workplace to a four-day workweek that's just as productive, just as exciting, and just as impactful - but with significantly less worker burnout. Check out this easy 4-step guide from the experts, for free, at https://www.nonprofitfixer.com/nonprofit-fixer-blog/the-complete-guide-to-implementing-the-four-day-workweek Mind the Gap Consulting, LLC 25 Park Row, New York, NY 10038, United States Website http://www.nonprofitfixer.com Email prc.pressagency@gmail.com

In this episode, Dr Samantha Montana, an expert in disaster policy, discusses the U.S.'s approach to emergency management, specifically in the context of climate change. She highlights the complexity of disaster policy, which often necessitates a balance between immediate and long-term action. She explains that the U.S. has traditionally taken a reactive approach to disasters, and is only now shifting to proactive measures, with a heavy emphasis on the role of state governments. Additionally, the guest discusses the complicated relationship between the economy and politics in disaster policy. The discussions also delves into the different approaches to emergency management in other countries and the reasons why these can't always be applied to the U.S., due to significant differences in culture, politics, and the scale of disasters. The interview wraps up with discussions on the political aspects of disaster management, the necessity for a lobbying group in emergency management, and the disproportionate impact of disasters on disadvantaged communities.Dr Montano is an assistant professor of emergency management at Massachusetts Maritime Academy. She teaches courses on disaster preparedness, response, recovery, and mitigation, vulnerable populations in disaster amongst other topics. Her research interests cut across areas of interest to emergency management. She primarily studies nonprofits, volunteerism, and informal aid efforts in disaster. She is a co-founder of Disaster Researchers for Justice and the Center for Climate Adaptation Research. She is the author of Disasterology: Dispatches from The Frontlines of The Climate Crisispublished in 2021 by Park Row. 

Give your organization the ultimate nonprofit tune-up. Mind the Gap Consulting is training a new generation of nonprofit leaders. More details at https://www.nonprofitfixer.com/leadership Mind the Gap Consulting, LLC 25 Park Row, New York, NY 10038, United States Website http://www.nonprofitfixer.com Email prc.pressagency@gmail.com

As a storm rolled into Lanula Park and covered the mansions of Park Row, a pretzel boy stood out on The widow's walk of Lavendula. Selene - A Narrated Supernatural MysteryFeaturing compositions by Chopin Theme Song by Matt Vanacorohttps://www.patreon.com/Cleverthan A Clever > Than Productionwww.cleverthan.comInstagram: @clever.than Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

As a storm rolled into Lanula Park and covered the mansions of Park Row, a pretzel boy stood out on The widow's walk of Lavendula. Selene - A Narrated Supernatural MysteryFeaturing compositions by Chopin Theme Song by Matt Vanacorohttps://www.patreon.com/Cleverthan A Clever > Than Productionwww.cleverthan.comInstagram: @clever.than

In honor of Valentine's Day, Andy is joined by his wife Kathrynn to discuss the new animated Harley Quinn Valentine's Day Special as well as Kathrynn's visit to London's Batman-themed restaurant, Park Row. Find more Holy BatCast on the internet: Web | Twitter | Facebook | Instagram | YouTube | Patreon   Rate, review, & subscribe to Holy BatCast on: Apple Podcasts | Spotify | Google Play | iHeartRadio | Stitcher | TuneIn   Your feedback is appreciated. Send emails to holybatcast@rf4rm.com   Check out our sponsor at manscaped.com and use the promo code “BATSCAPED” for 20% off.

The brownstone mansions of Park Row were impressive in their lavishness and the seeping bright colors of pinks and lavenders and shades of indigo. The Bridewell House sat at the end of the lane, trying to hide its institutional shape with strategically placed elm and red oak trees and a high, manicured hedge. The Brickwork that formed the bulk of the structure was a deep, rich red, and its thick paned windows held with iron latches seemed to ready for troubled spirits that might have the inclination to flee. This episode features the poem Dreamland by Lewis Carroll Selene - a narrated supernatural mysteryA Clever > Than Production. www.cleverthan.comInstagram: @clever.thanhttps://www.patreon.com/Cleverthan Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The brownstone mansions of Park Row were impressive in their lavishness and the seeping bright colors of pinks and lavenders and shades of indigo. The Bridewell House sat at the end of the lane, trying to hide its institutional shape with strategically placed elm and red oak trees and a high, manicured hedge. The Brickwork that formed the bulk of the structure was a deep, rich red, and its thick paned windows held with iron latches seemed to ready for troubled spirits that might have the inclination to flee. This episode features the poem Dreamland by Lewis Carroll Selene - a narrated supernatural mysteryA Clever > Than Production. www.cleverthan.comInstagram: @clever.thanhttps://www.patreon.com/Cleverthan

Luxury cabin out in the middle of nowhere, what could go wrong? Readers of the November thriller SECLUDED CABIN SLEEPS SIX. “I've been writing since I was a kid. I never wanted to do anything else but write- ever. The fact that I get to do it… to live in this world of stories and characters and I get to share them with people, not just my mom, not just my grandma,” Lisa Unger says with a laugh about her career she considers to be “a dream come true.” New York Times bestselling author Lisa Unger joins the podcast to talk about her twenty-year writing career and SECLUDED CABIN SLEEPS SIX. Lisa tells Olivia about her writing routine, the pandemic escapes that inspired this story, and what mystery/crime writers are really like. SECLUDED CABIN SLEEPS SIX is published by Park Row, also available in audio from Harlequin Audio. For more on the author visit https://lisaunger.com/ Lisa will celebrate the book's release in Scottsdale on November 8, 2022 at The Poisoned Pen Bookstore at 7pm. Signed copies are available for pre-order.

Enocke Green, the runaway boy was somewhere in the house, but the three girls. Temperance, Antigone, and Masie were calming in the temporary safety of the dark stairwell, lit only by matchlight. Temperance and Antigone couldn't hear the house scream, but helped Masie limp along to compensate for her vertigo. Three monstrous trucks drove around the pond edge to the end of the road in front of the Park Row mansions. Trailing a short distance behind was an old carriage carrying four old, bent men wiping the condensation from the windows so they could see. The trucks arrived, the first carrying a crew of heavy laborers that had agreed to triple wage for an intense overnight shift, to quickly make work of demolishing the old Maestro's house, The Sotto Voce. The second held something under heavy rain cover and the third truck had a load of tethered barrels. A Clever > Than Production. www.cleverthan.com Instagram: @clever.than https://www.patreon.com/Cleverthan

Enocke Green, the runaway boy was somewhere in the house, but the three girls. Temperance, Antigone, and Masie were calming in the temporary safety of the dark stairwell, lit only by matchlight. Temperance and Antigone couldn't hear the house scream, but helped Masie limp along to compensate for her vertigo. Three monstrous trucks drove around the pond edge to the end of the road in front of the Park Row mansions. Trailing a short distance behind was an old carriage carrying four old, bent men wiping the condensation from the windows so they could see. The trucks arrived, the first carrying a crew of heavy laborers that had agreed to triple wage for an intense overnight shift, to quickly make work of demolishing the old Maestro's house, The Sotto Voce. The second held something under heavy rain cover and the third truck had a load of tethered barrels. A Clever > Than Production. www.cleverthan.comInstagram: @clever.thanhttps://www.patreon.com/Cleverthan Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Three monstrous trucks drove around the pond edge to the end of the road in front of the Park Row mansions. Trailing a short distance behind was an old carriage carrying four old, bent men wiping the condensation from the windows so they could see. The trucks arrived, the first carrying a crew of heavy laborers that had agreed to triple wage for an intense overnight shift, to quickly make work of demolishing the old Maestro's house, The Sotto Voce. The second held something under heavy rain cover and the third truck had a load of tethered barrels. A Clever Than Production. www.cleverthan.com Instagram: @clever.than https://www.patreon.com/Cleverthan

Three monstrous trucks drove around the pond edge to the end of the road in front of the Park Row mansions. Trailing a short distance behind was an old carriage carrying four old, bent men wiping the condensation from the windows so they could see. The trucks arrived, the first carrying a crew of heavy laborers that had agreed to triple wage for an intense overnight shift, to quickly make work of demolishing the old Maestro's house, The Sotto Voce. The second held something under heavy rain cover and the third truck had a load of tethered barrels. A Clever Than Production. www.cleverthan.comInstagram: @clever.thanhttps://www.patreon.com/Cleverthan Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Today, Lori is interviewing Natalka Burian. They'll be talking about time travel, multiple mysteries, and Natalka's book The Night Shift. Natalka Burian is the co-owner of two bars, Elsa and Ramona, as well as the co-founder of The Freya Project, a non-profit reading series that supports community-based activism and annually awards five unrestricted grants to further the work of women and non-binary writers. She is the author of three novels--her latest, The Night Shift, is out this summer with Park Row--and a cocktail book. Natalka grew up on a farm in Maryland but now lives in Brooklyn with her husband and two daughters. You can find her on her website or follow her on Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok.   In this episode Natalka Burian and Lori discuss: How to employ flashbacks effectively in your writing without overdoing it. Juggling multiple mysteries in one story while maintaining the intrigue of each. Using your readers' drive to understand others as an engine for storytelling. Plus, her #1 tip for writers. For more info and show notes: diymfa.com/418

The character on which this case revolves is Antonio Comito. Born in 1880 in Catanzaro, before emigrating to New York in June 1907, he had worked as a typographer. Once in the United States of America he tells of living at 72 James Street. He found a job as a printer in a printing house on Park Row. Comito, despite being married in Calabria, a New Yorker with a partner named Katrina Pascuzzo.

We pick the best film of 2020! And we share our five favourite discoveries we've made this year! It's been a real rough 365 days! JUSTIN AND WILL'S 2020 PICKS (IN NO ORDER): * Survival Skills * Fight for Fury * Tommaso * Daze * On The Rocks * Spree * The Kid Detective * Red Post on Escher Street WILL AND JUSTIN'S FAVOURITE FILM DISCOVERIES: * Kaithi (2019) * The Deeper you Dig (2019) * La Notte (1961) * Kaun (1999) * The Trip Back with Florrie Fisher (1970) * Park Row (1952) * Screamplay (1985) * Devil Story (1986) * Just Great (1972) * 100 Horseman(1964)

Periodista policial mucho antes de convertirse en cineasta, Samuel Fuller siempre concibió la profesión como vehículo para reflexionar acerca de las virtudes, vicios, energía vital y conciencia cívica de su país. La obsesión fue lo bastante fuerte como para financiar de su propio bolsillo a la électrica Park Row (1952), relato fabulado acerca del torbellino que envolvía al barrio que alojaba a buena parte de los diarios de Nueva York, en el último cuarto del siglo XIX. Mucho del idealismo y el desborde de esos días ya está completamente ausente en Shock Corridor (1963), donde el director usa la premisa de un reportaje denuncia al interior de un hospital mental, para someter a examen a una nación fracturada por ideología, racismo, exitismo y otras dolencias sociales. De eso y más se habla en este podcast.

durée : 00:13:46 - Racontez-moi l'éco - par : Tiphaine de Rocquigny - Franck Lafond nous fait découvrir l'impitoyable univers du journalisme américains de la fin du XIXe tel qu'il est présenté dans le film « Violences à Park Row » de Samuel Fuller. - invités : Frank Lafond Spécialiste du cinéma américain

We discuss the two-fisted cinema of Writer/Director Samuel Fuller and focus on PARK ROW and SHOCK CORRIDOR. If you have any questions or comments, feel free to drop us a line at importantcinemaclubpodcast@gmail.com On this week's patreon, we discuss Peter Bogdanovich's SAINT JACK. Become a Patreon subscriber for $5 a month and get an exclusive episode every week! www.patreon.com/theimportantcinemaclub

Season 4 Episode 8: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Get Your Geek On! -- The Malice Corp Geek Enthusiasts and Nerd Aficionados talk about what they've been doing since last episode. What you should be checking out, and what you should stay far away from? - 1:10 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: What A Twist Game: Valentine's Day -- Can you guess what film plots these are when you switch out words to make the film a Valentines Day movie? - 10:07 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Nerd News: -- Professional violinist has brain tumor removed while playing her instrument. - 18:05 -- DC Comics gives The Joker a new girlfriend named Punchline, and leaves Harley Quinn all alone. Is this a step in the right direction or a BIG MISTAKE? - 23:34 -- Tom Holland and Chris Pratt want to get the Avengers cast together to play a Dungeons and Dragons campaign. First, yes please, and second what class would each character be? - 34:33 -- Rumor Mill: Kang the Conqueror set to appear in Disney+ Loki series. We all want to see Kang in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, but will this hurt his chances to be the next big bad for the MCU? - 41:35 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: In A World - Trailer Reactions: -- Westworld Season 3 - 50:23 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Somebody's Gotta Talk About It: The odd, strange, downright funny story's that somebody has to talk about! -- DC Comics, Warner Bros, and Wonderland restaurant creators are building a Batman themed fine dining establishment in London. What we know so far about Park Row, and what our anticipation is for the venue. - 57:36 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Where to Follow on Social Media to Talk All Things Nerd!: -- Website - http://malice-corp.com/ -- Discord - https://discord.gg/F52YJuN -- Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/malice_corp -- Facebook Group - https://www.facebook.com/groups/allthingsnerdpodcast -- Cast Twitter - https://twitter.com/allnerdpodcast -- (Host) Mest5150: https://twitter.com/Mest_Malicecorp -- MasonicVader: https://twitter.com/MasonicVader -- A-A-Ron: https://twitter.com/DasNewportKid -- A Bearded Master: https://twitter.com/ABeardedMaster -- Nick AKA Raider: https://twitter.com/Raider0314 :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: #MCUNews #DCComicsNews #Westworld #AllThingsNerd #Podcast #Twitch #Geek #Nerd #Popculture #Comedy #Funny #NerdNews #GeekNews

Here's the latest in fandom and entertainment news! Shop FanDummies Merch: http://bit.ly/2XkMdau Join our Facebook Group: http://bit.ly/2MNzuJt Check out our TeePublic Curated Store: http://bit.ly/tpubStore Support us on Patreon: http://bit.ly/36g9v4j 00:00:20 The Mandalorian Season 2 will be released in October 00:01:03 Turner and Hooch series was announced for Disney Plus starring Josh Peck: http://bit.ly/31U7hH3 00:01:40 Owen Wilson and GuGu Mbatha Raw join the Loki series on Disney Plus: http://bit.ly/2tTPbIL 00:02:29 Lauren Graham will star in a Mighty Ducks series reboot for Disney Plus: http://bit.ly/2Hi5Toq 00:04:16 An untitled Sony/Marvel project was announced for October 8th, 2021: http://bit.ly/2HrvRFP 00:05:10 Rick Moranis returns for a Honey, I Shrunk the Kids sequel: http://bit.ly/2vvmaUp 00:06:08 Pokemon Home was just released: http://bit.ly/2HlLjDB 00:08:08 Teaser for The Green Knight movie starring Dev Patel was just released: http://bit.ly/2SoOnVF 00:09:03 Hokko Life, a village life simulation game was announced for PC: http://bit.ly/38qAVWX 00:09:57 Brand new DC villain Punchline will make her debut next week in Batman #89: http://bit.ly/2tUQNC6 00:10:54 A DC-themed restaurant called Park Row is coming to London: http://bit.ly/31W1EIK 00:11:57 DC Universe announced a new roleplaying mini-series called DC Universe All-Star Games: http://bit.ly/2waEMJu 00:13:29 Rooster Teeth announced 3 RWBY related shows for their FIRST members: http://bit.ly/2waEMJu As an Amazon Associate, I earn from qualifying purchases.

Park Row is hitting Tic Tok with a passion. Check this Dance music sensation out today! This group has taken marketing to another level and is excelling at it. You don't want to miss this interview.  https://parkrow.com TikTok - ParkRow (https://vm.tiktok.com/uApTC5/)

Featuring Space Of A Day, Erase-E, Levi Stanford, Dap Daniel, Will Adams, Rachel Arnold, Monica Ortiz, Wembi, Projekt Horizon, 4 Minutes Later, Laur Elle, Rachel Huggins, Christopher The Grey, Bc2tone, Keldamuzik, Park Row, SR.Gent, Yta Qua, Ionte', B'zurkk and Reezi.

Support the show at https://anchor.fm/batrankings ! On this week's Batrankings, if you've a date in Park Row, she'll be waiting in Crime Alley! Submit your Hammerman book report at https://anchor.fm/batrankings/message ! Find Ben on Twitter at @hbi2k and Kenny at www.instagram.com/yskitv/ The List: 1.) Two-Face 2.) See No Evil 3.) The Cat and the Claw 4.) Beware the Gray Ghost 5.) Heart of Ice 6.) Pretty Poison 7.) The Forgotten 8.) Joker's Favor 9.) Feat of Clay 10.) Clock King 11.) Vendetta 12.) The Last Laugh 13.) Nothing to Fear 14.) Appointment in Crime Alley 15.) On Leather Wings 16.) Christmas With the Joker 17.) Fear of Victory 18.) P.O.V. 19.) Prophecy of Doom 20.) Be a Clown 21.) It's Never Too Late 22.) The Underdwellers 23.) Hammerman - Nobody's Perfect 24.) I've Got Batman in My Basement --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/batrankings/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/batrankings/support

Support the show at https://anchor.fm/batrankings ! On this week's Batrankings, if you've a date in Park Row, she'll be waiting in Crime Alley! Submit your Hammerman book report at https://anchor.fm/batrankings/message ! Find Ben on Twitter at @hbi2k and Kenny at www.instagram.com/yskitv/ The List: 1.) Two-Face 2.) See No Evil 3.) The Cat and the Claw 4.) Beware the Gray Ghost 5.) Heart of Ice 6.) Pretty Poison 7.) The Forgotten 8.) Joker's Favor 9.) Feat of Clay 10.) Clock King 11.) Vendetta 12.) The Last Laugh 13.) Nothing to Fear 14.) On Leather Wings 15.) Christmas With the Joker 16.) Fear of Victory 17.) P.O.V. 18.) Prophecy of Doom 19.) Be a Clown 20.) It's Never Too Late 21.) The Underdwellers 22.) Hammerman - Nobody's Perfect 23.) I've Got Batman in My Basement --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/batrankings/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/batrankings/support

A quick note on what is undoubtedly the top story of this week: The September 11th attacks. It's a uniquely difficult subject to cover, and one that has a unique interpretation within the city, whether you witnessed it first-hand or have come to understand it by living in the city and walking the same streets. I won't be playing excerpts from eyewitness video of people's final moments. I won't be reinterpreting the attack as a patriotic celebration. I will ask that you look around you and treat your fellow New Yorkers with kindness and compassion to honor those we lost, who were also regular, everyday New Yorkers, walking these same streets. Kindness is stronger than hate. — 18 years ago: The September 11th attacks destroy three buildings in the World Trade Center complex, killing 2,606 people in and around the buildings and 147 aboard the two planes ☮️. Also 18 years ago, just one week after the September 11th attacks, A benefit concert and telethon is simulcast across 35 major television channels and raises over $200 million for the September 11th Fund — 'America: A Tribute to Heroes' featured musical performances from New York, London, and Los Angeles, and a variety of celebrities both hosting the event and answering calls. The money raised went toward cash assistance, counseling, and other services for individuals and businesses impacted by the September 11th attacks, and the Fund would distribute $528 million by 2004. Although 'Tribute to Heroes' was the first fundraiser held, by October 2001, the 'Concert for New York City' would be held at Madison Square Garden with another all-star line-up and raise $35 million for first responders, and on October 21st 'United We Stand: What More Can I Give' concert was headlined by Michael Jackson from Washington D.C. that unfortunately was haunted by technical problems and scheduling issues with performers. Recently I mentioned that 4 years ago, the MTA was facing a string of assaults on workers, and this week the same news appears again. The Transit Workers Union Local 100 reports that assaults on bus and subway workers are up 39% year-over-year, with 85 workers suffering various attacks in the first eight months of 2019. While the MTA and the state have been increasing the law enforcement presence in the subways, transit union president Tony Utano accused the MTA of concealing the increasing assault numbers and not making the statistics public. Earlier this year, the union had also called for greater police enforcement in the subway due to incidents where MTA workers were spit upon. This news of an increase in assaults comes as the transit union is in contract negotiations with the MTA, and workers have been without a contract since May 2019. The MTA is simultaneously trying to address increases in the homeless population within the subway system and a push from Governor Cuomo and MTA head Andy Byford to prosecute fare evasion. This week brought the final sentencing of the student who stabbed two classmates at a Bronx school in 2017. Abel Cedeno was 18 years old at the time and stabbed two younger students with a spring-loaded knife he had purchased from Amazon. One victim survived by was in a coma for several days and of the victims was killed, making the attack the first killing inside a city school in over 20 years. This week, Cedeno received a 14 year prison sentence for manslaughter, 8 years for assault, and 90 days for criminal possession of a weapon, all of which will be served simultaneously. Although the attack was initially explained as an on-going bullying incident, the court documents described the incident that precipitated the attack as a typical school interaction, where one of the victims threw something that hit Cedeno, then claimed that he didn't intend to hit him, but Cedeno challenged the victim to a fight and drew a knife. Further complicating the theory of on-going bullying was testimony given during the trial that the two victims had not had much prior interaction with Cedeno. In an interview with ABC7, Cedeno claimed that he took the knife to school because he felt threatened and that when the attack occurred, he 'just snapped'. In a stunning detail, Cedeno's mother had contacted the school two and a half years before the attack to tell them that he had been taking a knife to school, but administrators failed to take proper action to log the event, instead simply searching his belongings one time and not notifying the school's principal of the mother's concerns. Another terror attack also took place in the city 99 years ago on September 16, 1920 — A horse-drawn wagon bomb explodes outside 23 Wall Street, killing 38 and injuring hundreds — It was an unorthodox way of delivering a bomb, and no one knew the danger that was carried on a horse-drawn wagon as it was pulled along busy Wall Street. In the wagon was 100 pounds of dynamite surrounded by 500 pounds of sash weights, which are heavy cast-iron weights used to counter-balance windows that slide open. The dynamite exploded at noon and sent the heavy shrapnel flying into the lunchtime crowd outside the financial buildings along Wall Street. The attack is still unsolved, but historians believe it was carried out by an Italian anarchist group. The sheer cruelty of the bombing, which seemed to have no intended target and killed a random assortment of innocent people who were nearby, made it difficult to even theorize what the intent of the bombers had been. The federal Bureau of Investigation did find flyers with vague threats stuffed in nearby mailboxes, but they did not directly reference the bombing. It became the worst single loss of life in the city since the Triangle Shirtwaist factory fire from nine years earlier in 1911. Today, you can still see damage from the blast at 23 Wall Street, where part of the stone wall has been preserved showing the chips in the stone from the projectiles in the explosion. Just around the corner from the 23 Wall Street bombing, 8 years ago on September 17, 2011 — The Occupy Wall Street movement gathers in the Financial District, eventually settling in a camp at Zuccotti Park — The Occupy Wall Street movement gathers in the Financial District, eventually settling in a camp at Zuccotti Park After planning to camp in either Chase Manhattan Plaza or Bowling Green Plaza, the group lucked out and selected Zuccotti Park, which is designated as a privately-owned public space. The park's status put the protest in kind of a limbo between rules the city could enforce, with police being able to monitor the camp from the sidewalk surrounding it, but otherwise needing to be invited onto the property by Brookfield, the property's owner. The protest camp would last two months until the early morning hours of November 15, when the group was evicted from Zuccotti Park by the city after courts ruled that the protesters did not have a First Amendment right to camp in the park. 168 years ago on September 18, 1851 — The first edition of the New-York Daily Times is published. Six years later, the paper would shorten its name to the New York Times — The paper published six days a week with morning and evening editions and charged one penny for the day's news. A larger, weekly version was printed to be distributed outside the city. Times Square would not be renamed after the paper for another 53 years, so the first offices were downtown at 113 Nassau Street near City Hall Park, then 138 Nassau Street, then 41 Park Row. By 1904, the paper would move to the Times Tower in what was then known as Longacre Square before it was renamed Times Square in honor of the paper. After establishing the Times Square New Year's Eve ball drop from atop their building, the paper would again outgrow the location, expanding and moving some offices westward until completely relocating to their current building on Eighth Avenue. For a bit of local news, that first edition of the New-York Daily Times contained a front page story on the ongoing construction of the fountain in Washington Square Park, which would be completed one year later in 1852. In another attack against the city that gets forgotten in the shadow of 9/11: 18 years ago on September 18, 2001 — One week after the September 11th attacks, letters containing anthrax poison are mailed to four NYC-area newsrooms — The letters appeared to have been mailed from Princeton, NJ and a public mailbox near the Princeton University campus was found to be contaminated with anthrax spores. Letters mailed to Democratic Senators in October 2001 contained a similar threatening note referencing the September 11th attacks. In all, 17 people were sickened and five were killed due to anthrax exposure. Victims included assistants who opened or handled the letters, postal workers who sorted the letters, and a woman from the Bronx whose exposure could never be determined. Although the letters were written to appear as if they were from Muslim extremists, an FBI investigation identified the perpetrator as an American microbiologist, vaccinologist, and senior biodefense researcher at a government facility in Maryland. Bruce Edwards Ivins, a 62-year-old white male, became the focus of the investigation seven years after the incidents, after which he started to show signs of strain and was involuntarily committed to a psychiatric hospital where he went on to suggestively discuss the anthrax letters during therapy sessions. Ivins died by suicide on July 29, 2008 after learning that he had been identified, and the FBI formally closed the case in 2010, identifying Ivins as the sole perpetrator of the letters and detailing how he falsified evidence and attempted to frame co-workers at the governmental research lab to throw investigators off the case. It was back in July when we discussed mosquitoes first testing positive for West Nile virus within the city, and this week, the first human West Nile infections were documented within the city, with one confirmed infection in Brooklyn, two in Queens, and one in Staten Island, although mosquitoes testing positive for the disease have been found in every borough. Now is the time to be prepared and protect yourself from mosquitoes if you will be outside. Wear clothing that covers your skin, use a mosquito repellent containing the chemical repellents DEET or Picaridin, or use a natural repellent containing oil of lemon eucalyptus. Be sure to seal around your window air conditioners so that mosquitoes won't have an easy entrance into your home, and use window screens if you'll be leaving windows open. If you'll be traveling overseas, take special precaution to avoid mosquito bites, and research which vaccinations you'll need to avoid diseases that are common in the areas where you will be traveling. If you're staying in the city, you can even do your part by calling 311 to report standing water, defined as a place on public or private property where water gathers and remains for more than five days, creating a habitat where mosquitoes may breed. The city may have escaped the effects of the most recent Hurricane Dorian, but 81 years ago on September 21, 1938 — A Category 3 hurricane made landfall on Long Island, becoming one of the most powerful hurricanes ever recorded to hit New England — A Category 3 hurricane makes landfall on Long Island, becoming one of the most powerful hurricanes ever recorded to hit New England It became known as the 1938 New England Hurricane and heavily impacted Long Island, although winds were only 60 to 70mph in NYC, with eastern Long Island taking the worst damage. An estimated 682 people were killed, with damages equivalent to $4.7 billion. A Great Big City has been running a 24-hour newsfeed since 2010, but the AGBC News podcast is just getting started, and we need your support. A Great Big City is built on a dedication to explaining what is happening and how it fits into the larger history of New York, which means thoroughly researching every topic and avoiding clickbait headlines to provide a straightforward, honest, and factual explanation of the news. Individuals can make a monthly or one-time contribution at agreatbigcity.com/support and local businesses can have a lasting impact by supporting local news while promoting products or services directly to interested customers listening to this podcast. Visit agreatbigcity.com/advertising to learn more. AGBC is more than just a news website: It also automatically checks MTA data before morning rush hour and sends out notifications if there are delays on any subway lines, LIRR or MetroNorth trains, and bridges and tunnels. Follow @agreatbigcity on social media to receive the alerts. Park of the day Galileo Playground — 75 WEST 175 STREET, the Bronx — Previously named Macombs Park, Galileo Playground is located in Morris Heights in the west central Bronx. A former vacant lot, the land for the playground was assigned to City of New York / Parks & Recreation on December 30, 1993. Construction of the new playground was completed during the Fall of 1999 and features jungle gyms and spray showers. Parks Events Check out some birds of prey up close at the Central Park Raptor Fest — Saturday, September 14 — The Urban Park Rangers will bring a selection of eagles, falcons, owls, and hawks to this family-friendly event on the East Lawn in Central Park, just inside the park parallel at 99th Street. The event is free and starts at noon. Call (212) 360-2774 for more info. And on Sunday, there will be the 39th Annual Antique Motorcycle Show in Queens at the Queens County Farm Museum — Sunday, September 15, 2019 — Over 100 antique motorcycles will be part of the show, and live music and food will be available. Tickets will cost $11 at the door to benefit the Queens County Farm Museum. The event runs from 11am to 4pm at Queens Farm Park on the border of Glen Oaks and Floral Park in Queens And now let's check in with our robot friend for the concert calendar: Concert Calendar Here's the AGBC Concert Calendar for the upcoming week: GRAVITY and DAY6 are playing Playstation Theater on Friday, September 13th. Two Door Cinema Club and Overcoats are playing Manhattan Center Hammerstein Ballroom on Friday, September 13th. Joanna Newsom is playing El Teatro of El Museo del Barrio on Friday, September 13th. AmaduConcert Music Albums and Amadu are playing Music Hall of Williamsburg on Saturday, September 14th. Kamelot, Battle Beast, and Sonata Arctica are playing Playstation Theater on Saturday, September 14th. The Growlers, The Lemonheads, and The Nude Party are playing SummerStage NYC on Saturday, September 14th. Japanese Breakfast is playing NeueHouse on Saturday, September 14th. Low and Christopher Tignor are playing Murmrr Theatre on Saturday, September 14th. Joanna Newsom is playing El Teatro of El Museo del Barrio on Saturday, September 14th. Jethro Tull is playing Forest Hills Stadium in Forest Hills on Saturday, September 14th at 7pm. Brandi Carlile with Mavis Staples are playing Madison Square Garden in Midtown West / Chelsea / Hudson Yards on Saturday, September 14th at 8pm. Gipsy Kings is playing Beacon Theatre on the Upper West Side on Saturday, September 14th at 8pm. Salt-N-Pepa with Loni Love is playing Kings Theatre in Ditmas Park / Flatbush on Saturday, September 14th at 8pm. Shakey Graves and Dr. Dog, Shakey Graves, and Dr. Dog are playing The Rooftop at Pier 17 on Sunday, September 15th. The Body and Assembly Of Light are playing The Bell House on Sunday, September 15th. Joanna Newsom is playing El Teatro of El Museo del Barrio on Sunday, September 15th. Backstreet Boys is playing Prudential Center on Sunday, September 15th at 8pm. Marina with Daya is playing Rumsey Playfield, Central Park in Midtown East on Monday, September 16th at 7pm. Angels and Airwaves are playing Playstation Theater on Tuesday, September 17th. Cold, Awake For Days, and University Drive are playing Brooklyn Bazaar on Tuesday, September 17th. Phantom Planet is playing Elsewhere on Wednesday, September 18th. Malcolm Mooney and The Eleventh Planet and Malcolm Mooney are playing Union Pool on Wednesday, September 18th. Mac DeMarco is playing Brooklyn Steel in Greenpoint on Thursday, September 19th at 8pm. Madonna is playing BAM Howard Gilman Opera House in Boerum Hill on Thursday, September 19th at 8pm. Blink-182 with Lil Wayne and Neck Deep are playing Barclays Center in Boerum Hill on Friday, September 20th at 7pm. Find more fun things to do at agreatbigcity.com/events. New York Fact Here's something you may not have known about New York: If you see a damaged, broken, or dying tree in the city, you can submit a tree service request notifying the Department of Parks Forestry Division of the location Weather The extreme highs and lows for this week in weather history: Record High: 94°F on September 13, 1952 Record Low: 44°F on September 15, 1873 Weather for the week ahead: Possible light rain tomorrow and Sunday, with high temperatures peaking at 84°F on Monday. Intro and outro music: 'Start the Day' by Lee Rosevere — Concert Calendar music from Jukedeck.com

Tom and Jesse talk Shazam! with a retrospective of Penny Marshall's Big plus a whole bunch of other films including Hell Drivers, Victim, Dead and Buried, Frozen, A Taste of Honey, Beetlejuice, High Hopes, Park Row, Throw Momma From the Train and Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer

The Erie Downtown Development Corporation gave notice in March that they would not renew the leases of Khao Thai Restaurant, Tandoori Hut Indian Cuisine, and Casablanca Hookah Lounge & Cafe at their North Park Row properties, in order to facilitate reconstruction of the over 150-year-old buildings. On Friday, May 3rd John Persinger came to the Joel Natalie Show to answer questions about the developments downtown. Then on Monday, May 6th two of the business owners called in to express their situations. With us were Jessica Inthavong from Khao Thai, and Daran Masri, Owner of Casablanca Hookah Lounge and Cafe.

塞缪尔•富勒 Samuel Fuller西部片击毙杰西•詹姆斯 I Shot Jesse James (1949)飞箭 Run of the Arrow (1957)战争片钢盔 The Steel Helmet (1951)坚韧的刺刀 Fixed Bayonets! (1951)视死如归 Merrill's Marauders (1962)红一纵队 The Big Red One (1980)黑色电影公园大道 Park Row (1952)南街奇遇 Pickup on South Street (1953)竹屋 House of Bamboo (1955)四十支枪 Forty Guns (1957)血色和服 The Crimson Kimono (1959)禁止！ Verboten! (1959)刑警大队 Underworld U.S.A. (1961)恐怖走廊 Shock Corridor (1963)裸吻 The Naked Kiss (1964)贝多芬大街上的死鸽子Dead Pigeon on Beethoven Street （1973）白狗 White Dog (1982)不归路 Street of No Return (1989)

For decades, newsrooms have provided dramatic backgrounds for screenwriters. This week, we talk about a new screening series focusing on how the media is represented in the movies. It's curated by our own Chris Vognar and will screen monthly at the Angelika Film Center in Dallas. Up first is 1952's "Park Row," directed by Samuell Fuller - a newspaper man before he became a filmmaker. Other films in the series include "Ace in the Hole," "All the President's Men," "Broadcast News," "Network" and "Shattered Glass."

This week on StoryWeb: Stephen Crane’s article “An Experiment in Misery.” Many Americans know Stephen Crane as the author of the Civil War novel, The Red Badge of Courage, which made Crane famous at the age of 23 when it was serialized in 1894. It was published as a full-length book in 1895. Some know his first novel, Maggie: A Girl of the Streets, or even the harrowing short story “The Open Boat,” based on a real-life experience when Crane was en route to Cuba and spent 30 hours adrift with others in a lifeboat. Less well-known to most readers is Crane’s work as a journalist. Born in 1871 in Newark, New Jersey, Crane floundered around from college (which he didn’t finish) to one vocational pursuit after another. When he found himself drawn to New York City in the 1890s and took work as a newspaper writer, he appeared to have found his calling. Crane would make a peripatetic living for the rest of his short life as a fiction writer and correspondent from various locations throughout the western hemisphere. He filed stories from the Western United States, from Mexico City, from Cuba during the Spanish-American War, and from the Greco-Turkish War front in Greece, where he was joined in his writing by his common-law wife, Cora Crane, recognized as the first woman war correspondent. Stephen Crane died at age 28 of tuberculosis. But it’s Crane’s writing about New York City in the 1890s that interests me. Working from a home base in nearby Paterson, New Jersey, he made frequent day trips into New York City and spent considerable time in the tenement districts and especially the Bowery. Eventually, he moved into a rooming house in Manhattan. Thus, Crane was one of the journalists – writers, photographers, illustrators – who were on the streets at the height of the Gilded Age. Like Jacob Riis in How the Other Half Lives and like Alfred Stieglitz in such photographs as The Terminal and Winter, Fifth Avenue, Crane offers us a view into New York life at this crucial time in its history. Perhaps Crane’s most famous piece of journalism is “An Experiment in Misery,” which was first published in 1894 in the New York Press and, in a slightly revised version, as part of The Open Boat and Other Tales of Adventure, a volume Crane published in 1898. In this piece – which to today’s readers will read more like a sketch or even a short story than an objective work of “journalism” – Crane imagines what it would be like to disguise oneself as a Bowery bum and go undercover to explore the realities of that grim life. The lengthy headline tells you all you need to know about journalistic style in the 1890s: AN EXPERIMENT IN MISERY An Evening, a Night and a Morning with Those Cast Out. THE TRAMP LIVES LIKE A KING But His Royalty, to the Novitiate, Has Drawbacks of Smells and Bugs. LODGED WITH AN ASSASSIN A Wonderfully Vivid Picture of a Strange Phase of New York Life, Written for “The Press” by the Author of “Maggie.” Newspaper articles on “indigent Americans and the ‘Tramp Menace,’” says the Library of America’s Story of the Week website, were common during the late nineteenth century. A few reporters actually did dress as bums and explore their haunts, but apparently Crane did not himself conduct such an experiment. He did, however, base the imagined experiment on his real-life knowledge of the Bowery, a once-fashionable neighborhood in southern Manhattan now home to saloons, brothels, and rapidly increasing numbers of homeless people in New York City. The result is a vivid account of life as a Bowery bum, as homeless men were known at the time. Just as Crane had never been a soldier in a war yet imagined the Civil War more vividly and “realistically” than any other writer up to that time, so, too, he used his considerable skills of observation and his imagination to conjure up what it would be like to live as a homeless man in New York City. As it turns out, Crane may have had too much exposure to life in the Bowery. Crane spent time, says one source, in the “saloons, dance halls, brothels and flophouses” of the Bowery. While he claimed he did so for research, his scandalous involvement with prostitutes and madams (most notably Cora Crane, who was operating the Hotel de Dream when Crane met her in Jacksonville, Florida) and other close dealings with the shadier set suggests that Crane was personally drawn to these seedy elements that were so far from his strict upbringing among Methodist ministers and temperance leaders. He said once that the slums were “open and plain, with nothing hidden,” and he seemed to find solace in that. You can read the original version of “An Experiment in Misery” at WikiSource. Unlike the later version published in The Open Boat and Other Tales of Adventure, the original version published in the newspaper included a “Foreword” and a “Coda” explaining that the sketch presented is an experiment, that a young man disguises himself as a bum to experience that life directly for himself. To read the version published in The Open Boat, get your hands on a copy of Crane: Prose and Poetry, the outstanding collection published by the Library of America. To learn more about Crane, read the New Yorker’s article “The Red and the Scarlet: The Hectic Career of Stephen Crane.” If you want to go into depth in your exploration of Crane, you can read Paul Sorrentino’s biography, Stephen Crane: A Life of Fire, which tells the story of how Sorrentino and scholar Stanley Wertheim delved deeply into Crane research and archives to debunk common, longstanding myths about Crane. Although Crane’s writing fell into obscurity for some time after his death, interest in his work was resurrected in the 1920s. He had a particularly strong influence on Ernest Hemingway, who himself was a journalist and a novelist of war. Next week, I’ll feature a novel by another journalist-turned-novelist: Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser. Published in 1900, it is perhaps the masterpiece of the Gilded Age. Tune in next week to learn how Dreiser pulled together the work of Riis, Stieglitz, and Crane to create a complex, multifaceted novel. Visit thestoryweb.com/crane for links to all these resources. Listen now as I read “An Experiment in Misery,” as originally published in the New York Press in 1894.   “Foreword” Two men stood regarding a tramp. "I wonder how he feels," said one, reflectively. "I suppose he is homeless, friendless, and has, at the most, only a few cents in his pocket. And if this is so, I wonder how he feels." The other being the elder, spoke with an air of authoritative wisdom. "You can tell nothing of it unless you are in that condition yourself. It is idle to speculate about it from this distance." "I suppose so," said the younger man, and then he added as from an inspiration: "I think I'll try it. Rags and tatters, you know, a couple of dimes, and hungry, too, if possible. Perhaps I could discover his point of view or something near it." "Well, you might," said the other, and from those words begins this veracious narrative of an experiment in misery. The youth went to the studio of an artist friend, who, from his store, rigged him out in an aged suit and a brown derby hat that had been made long years before. And then the youth went forth to try to eat as the tramp may eat, and sleep as the wanderers sleep.       “An Experiment in Misery” It was late at night, and a fine rain was swirling softly down, causing the pavements to glisten with hue of steel and blue and yellow in the rays of the innumerable lights. A youth was trudging slowly, without enthusiasm, with his hands buried deep in his trouser's pockets, towards the down-town places where beds can be hired for coppers. He was clothed in an aged and tattered suit, and his derby was a marvel of dust-covered crown and torn rim. He was going forth to eat as the wanderer may eat, and sleep as the homeless sleep. By the time he had reached City Hall Park he was so completely plastered with yells of "bum" and "hobo," and with various unholy epithets that small boyshad applied to him at intervals, that he was in a state of the most profound dejection. The sifting rain saturated the old velvet collar of his overcoat, and as the wet cloth pressed against his neck, he felt that there no longer could be pleasure in life. He looked about him searching for an outcast of highest degree that they too might share miseries, but the lights threw a quivering glare over rows and circles of deserted benches that glistened damply, showing patches of wet sod behind them. It seemed that their usual freights had fled on this night to better things. There were only squads of well-dressed Brooklyn people who swarmed towards the bridge. The young man loitered about for a time and then went shuffling off down Park Row. In the sudden descent in style of the dress of the crowd he felt relief, and as if he were at last in his own country. He began to see tatters that matched his tatters. In Chatham Square there were aimless men strewn in front of saloons and lodging-houses, standing sadly, patiently, reminding one vaguely of the attitudes of chickens in a storm. He aligned himself with these men, and turned slowly to occupy himself with the flowing life of the great street.     Through the mists of the cold and storming night, the cable cars went in silent procession, great affairs shining with red and brass, moving with formidable power, calm and irresistible, dangerful and gloomy, breaking silence only by the loud fierce cry of the gong. Two rivers of people swarmed along the side walks, spattered with black mud, which made each shoe leave a scar-like impression. Overhead elevated trains with a shrill grinding of the wheels stopped at the station, which upon its leg-like pillars seemed to resemble some monstrous kind of crab squatting over the street. The quick fat puffings of the engines could be heard. Down an alley there were sombre curtains of purple and black, on which street lamps dully glittered like embroidered flowers. A saloon stood with a voracious air on a corner. A sign leaning against the front of the door-post announced "Free hot soup to-night!" The swing doors, snapping to and fro like ravenous lips, made gratified smacks as the saloon gorged itself with plump men, eating with astounding and endless appetite, smiling in some indescribable manner as the men came from all directions like sacrifices to a heathenish superstition. Caught by the delectable sign the young man allowed himself to be swallowed. A bar-tender placed a schooner of dark and portentous beer on the bar. Its monumental form upreared until the froth a-top was above the crown of the young man's brown derby.     "Soup over there, gents," said the bar-tender affably. A little yellow man in rags and the youth grasped their schooners and went with speed toward a lunch counter, where a man with oily but imposing whiskers ladled genially from a kettle until he had furnished his two mendicants with a soup that was steaming hot, and in which there were little floating suggestions of chicken. The young man, sipping his broth, felt the cordiality expressed by the warmth of the mixture, and he beamed at the man with oily but imposing whiskers, who was presiding like a priest behind an altar. "Have some more, gents?" he inquired of the two sorry figures before him. The little yellow man accepted with a swift gesture, but the youth shook his head and went out, following a man whose wondrous seediness promised that he would have a knowledge of cheap lodging-houses. On the side-walk he accosted the seedy man. "Say, do you know a cheap place to sleep?" The other hesitated for a time gazing sideways. Finally he nodded in the direction of the street, "I sleep up there," he said, "when I've got the price." "How much?" "Ten cents." The young man shook his head dolefully. "That's too rich for me." At that moment there approached the two a reeling man in strange garments. His head was a fuddle of bushy hair and whiskers, from which his eyes peered with a guilty slant. In a close scrutiny it was possible to distinguish the cruel lines of a mouth which looked as if its lips had just closed with satisfaction over some tender and piteous morsel. He appeared like an assassin steeped in crimes performed awkwardly. But at this time his voice was tuned to the coaxing key of an affectionate puppy. He looked at the men with wheedling eyes, and began to sing a little melody for charity.     "Say, gents, can't yeh give a poor feller a couple of cents t' git a bed. I got five, and I gits anudder two I gits me a bad. Now, on th' square, gents, can't yeh jest gimme two cents t' git a bed? Now, yeh know how a respecter'ble gentlm'n feels when he's down on his luck, an' I--" The seedy man, staring imperturbable countenance at a train which clattered oerhead, interrupted in an expressionless voice--"Ah, go t' h--!" But the youth spoke to the prayerful assassin in tones of astonishment and inquiry. "Say, you must be crazy! Why don't yeh strike somebody that looks as if they had money?" The assassin, tottering about on his uncertain legs, and at intervals brushing imaginary obstacles from before his nose, entered into a long explanation of the psychology of the situation. It was so profound that it was unintelligible. When he had exhausted the subject, the young man said to him-- "Let's see th' five cents." The assassin wore an expression of drunken woe at this sentence, filled with suspicion of him. With a deeply pained air he began to fumble in his clothing, his red hands trembling. Presently he announced in a voice of bitter grief, as if he had been betrayed--"There's on'y four." "Four," said the young man thoughtfully. "Well, look-a-here, I'm a stranger here, an' if ye'll steer me to your cheap joint I'll find the other three." The assassin's countenance became instantly radiant with joy. His whiskers quivered with the wealth of his alleged emotions. He seized the young man's hand in a transport of delight and friendliness. "B' Gawd," he cried, "if ye'll do that, b' Gawd, I'd say yeh was a damned good fellow, I would, an' I'd remember yeh all m' life, I would, b' Gawd, an' if I ever got a chance I'd return the compliment"--he spoke with drunken dignity,--"b' Gawd, I'd treat yeh white, I would, an' I'd allus remember yeh." The young man drew back, looking at the assassin coldly. "Oh, that's all right," he said. "You show me th' joint--that's all youv'e got t' do." The assassin, gesticulating gratitude, led the young man along a dark street. Finally he stopped before a little dusty door. He raised his hand impressively. "Look-a-here," he said, and there was a thrill of deep and ancient wisdom upon his face, "I've brought yeh here, an' that's my part, ain't it? If th' place don't suit yeh, yeh needn't git mad at me, need yeh? There won't be no bad feelin', will there?" "No," said the young man. The assassin waved his arm tragically, and led the march up the steep stairway. On the way the young man furnished the assassin with three pennies. At the top a man with benevolent spectacles looked at them through a hole in a board. he collected their money, wrote some names on a register, and speedily was leading the two men along a gloom-shrouded corridor. Shortly after the beginning of this journey the young man felt his liver turn white, for from the dark and secret places of the building there suddenly came to his nostrils strange and unspeakable odors, that assailed him like malignant diseases with wings. They seemed to be from human bodies closely packed in dens; the exhalations from a hundred pairs of reeking lips; the fumes from a thousand bygone debauches; the expression of a thousand present miseries. A man, naked save for a little snuff-coloured under-shirt, was parading sleepily along the corridor. He rubbed his eyes, and, giving vent to a prodigious yawn, demanded to be told the time. "Half-past one." The man yawned again. He opened a door, and for a moment his form was outlined against a black, opaque interior. To this door came the three men, and as it was again opened the unholy odours rushed out like fiends, so that the young man was obliged to struggle against an overpowering wind. It was some time before the youth's eyes were good in the intense gloom within, but the man with benevolent spectacles led him skilfully, pausing but a moment to deposit the limp assassin upon a cot. He took the youth to a coat that lay tranquilly by the window, and showing him a tall locker for clothes that stood near the head with the ominous air of a tombstone, left him. The youth sat on his cot and peered about him. There was a gas-jet in a distant part of the room, that burned a small flickering orange-hued flame. It caused vast masses of tumbled shadows in all parts of the place, save where, immediately about it, there was a little grey haze. As the young man's eyes became used to the darkness, he could see upon the cots that thickly littered the floor the forms of men sprawled out, lying in death-like silence, or heaving and snoring with tremendous effort, like stabbed fish. The youth locked his derby and his shoes in the mummy case near him, and then lay down with an old and familiar coat around his shoulders. A blanket he handled gingerly, drawing it over part of the coat. The cot was covered with leather, and as cold as melting snow. The youth was obliged to shiver for some time on this affair, which was like a slab. Presently, however, his chill gave him peace, and during this period of leisure from it he turned his head to stare at his friend the assassin, whom he could dimly discern where he lay sprawled on a coat in the abandon of a man filled with drink. He was snoring with incredible vigour. His wet hair and beard dimly glistened, and his inflamed nose shone with subdued lustre like a red light in a fog.     Within reach of the youth's hand was one who lay with yellow breast and shoulders bare to the cold drafts. One arm hung over the side of the cot, and the fingers lay full length upon the wet cement floor of the room. Beneath the inky brows could be seen the eyes of the man exposed by the partly opened lids. To the youth it seemed that he and this corpse-like being were exchanging a prolonged stare, and that the other threatened with his eyes. He drew back watching his neighbour from the shadows of his blanket edge. The man did not move once through the night, but lay in this stillness as of death like a body stretched out expectant of the surgeon's knife. And all through the room could be seen the tawny hues of naked flesh, limbs thrust into the darkness, projecting beyond the cots; upreared knees, arms hanging long and thin over the cot edges. For the most part they were statuesque, carven, dead. With the curious lockers standing all about like tombstones, there was a strange effect of a graveyard where bodies were merely flung. Yet occasionally could be seen limbs wildly tossing in fantastic nightmare gestures, accompanied by guttural cries, grunts, oaths. And there was one fellow off in a gloomy corner, who in his dreams was oppressed by some frightful calamity, for of a sudden he began to utter long wails that went almost like yells from a hound, echoing wailfully and weird through this chill place of tombstones where men lay like the dead.     The sound in its high piercing beginnings, that dwindled to final melancholy moans, expressed a red grim tragedy of the unfathomable possibilities of the man's dreams. But to the youth these were not merely the shrieks of a vision-pierced man: they were an utterance of the meaning of the room and its occupants. It was to him the protest of the wretch who feels the touch of the imperturbable granite wheels, and who then cries with an impersonal eloquence, with a strength not from him, giving voice to the wail of a whole section, a class, a people. This, weaving into the young man's brain, and mingling with his views of the vast and sombre shadows that, like mighty black fingers, curled around the naked bodies, made the young man so that he did not sleep, but lay carving the biographies for these men from his meagre experience. At times the fellow in the corner howled in a writing agony of his imaginations. Finally a long lance-point of grey light shot through the dusty panes of the window. Without, the young man could see roofs drearily white in the dawning. The point of light yellowed and grew brighter, until the golden rays of the morning sun came in bravely and strong. They touched with radiant colour the form of a small fat man, who snored in stuttering fashion. His round and shiny bald head glowed suddenly with the valour of a decoration. He sat up, blinked at the sun, swore fretfully, and pulled his blanket over the ornamental splendours of his head. The youth contentedly watched this rout of the shadows before the bright spears of the sun, and presently he slumbered. When he awoke he heard the voice of the assassin raised in valiant curses. Putting up his head, he perceived his comrade seated on the side of the cot engaged in scratching his neck with long finger-nails that rasped like flies. "Hully Jee, dis is a new breed. They've got can-openers on their feet." He continued in a violent tirade.     The young man hastily unlocked his closet and took out his shoes and hat. As he sat on the side of the cot lacing his shoes, he glanced about and saw that daylight had made the room comparatively commonplace and uninteresting. The men, whose faces seemed stolid, serene or absent, were engaged in dressing, while a great crackle of bantering conversation arose. A few were parading in unconcerned nakedness. Here and there were men of brawn, whose skins shone clear and ruddy. They took splendid poses, standing massively like chiefs. When they had dressed in their ungainly garments there was an extraordinary change. They then showed bumps and deficiencies of all kinds. There were others who exhibited many deformities. Shoulders were slanting, humped, pulled this way and pulled that way. And notable among these latter men was the little fat man, who had refused to allow his head to be glorified. His pudgy form, builded like a pear, bustled to and fro, while he swore in fishwife fashion. It appeared that some article of his apparel had vanished. The young man attired speedily, and went to his friend the assassin. At first the latter looked dazed at the sight of the youth. This face seemed to be appealing to him through the cloud wastes of his memory. He scratched his neck and reflected. At last he grinned, a broad smile gradually spreading until his countenance was a round illumination. "Hello, Willie," he cried cheerily. "Hello," said the young man. "Are yeh ready t' fly?" "Sure." The assassin tied his shoe carefully with some twine and came ambling. When he reached the street the young man experienced no sudden relief from unholy atmospheres. He had forgotten all about them, and had been breathing naturally, and with no sensation of discomfort or distress.     He was thinking of these things as he walked along the street, when he was suddenly startled by feeling the assassin's hand, trembling with excitement, clutching his arm, and when the assassin spoke, his voice went into quavers from a supreme agitation. "I'll be hully, bloomin' blowed if there wasn't a feller with a nightshirt on up there in that joint." The youth was bewildered for a moment, but presently he turned to smile indulgently at the assassin's humour. "Oh, you're a d---d liar," he merely said. Whereupon the assassin began to gesture extravagantly, and take oath by strange gods. He frantically placed himself at the mercy of remarkable fates if his tale were not true. "Yes, he did! I cross m'heart thousan' times!" he protested, and at the moment his eyes were large with amazement, his mouth wrinkled in unnatural glee. "Yessir! A nightshirt! A hully white nightshirt!" "You lie!" "No, sir! I hope ter die b'fore I kind git anudder ball if there wasn't a jay wid a hully, bloomin' white nighshirt!" His face was filled with the infinite wonder of it. "A hully white nighshirt," he continually repeated. The young man saw the dark entrance to a basement restaurant. There was a sign which read "No mystery about our hash"! and there were other age-stained and world-batered legends which told him that the place was within his means. He stopped before it and spoke to the assassin. "I guess I'll git somethin' t' eat." At this the assassin, for some reason, appeared to be quite embarrassed. He gazed at the seductive front of the eating place for a moment. Then he started slowly up the street. "Well, good-bye, Willie," he said bravely. For an instant the youth studied the departing figure. Then he called out, "Hol' on a minnet." As they came together he spoke in a certain fierce way, as if he feared that the other would think him to be charitable. "Look-a-here, if yeh wanta git some breakfas' I'll lend yeh three cents t' do it with. But say, look-a-here, you've gota git out an' hustle. I ain't goin' t' support yeh, or I'll go broke b'fore night. I ain't no millionaire." "I take me oath, Willie," said the assassin earnestly, "th' on'y thing I really needs is a ball. Me t'roat feels like a fryin'-pan. But as I can't get a ball, why, th' next bes' thing is breakfast, an' if yeh do that for me, b' Gawd, I say yeh was th' whitest lad I ever see." They spent a few moments in deteroux exchanges of phrases, in which they each protested that the other was, as the assassin had originally said, "a respecter'ble gentlm'n." And they concluded with mutual assurances that they were the souls of intelligence and virtue. Then they went into the restaurant. There was a long counter, dimly lighted from hidden sources. Two or three men in soiled white aprons rushed here and there. The youth bought a bowl of coffee for two cents and a roll for one cent. The assassin purchased the same. the bowls were webbed with brown seams, and the tin spoons wore an air of having emerged from the first pyramid. Upon them were black moss-like encrustations of age, and they were bent and scarred from the attacks of long-forgotten teeth. But over their repast the wanderers waxed warm and mellow. The assassin grew affable as the hot mixture went soothingly down his parched throat, and the young man felt courage flow in his veins. Memories began to throng in on the assassin, and he brought forth long tales, intricate, incoherent, delivered with a chattering swiftness as from an old woman. "--great job out'n Orange. Boss keep yeh hustlin' though all time. I was there three days, and then I went an' ask 'im t' lend me a dollar. 'G-g-go ter the devil,' he ses, an' I lose me job. "South no good. Damn niggers work for twenty-five an' thirty cents a day. Run white man out. Good grub though. Easy livin'. "Yas; useter work little in Toledo, raftin' logs. Make two or three dollars er day in the spring. Lived high. Cold as ice though in the winter. "I was raised in northern N'York. O-o-oh, yeh jest oughto live there. No beer ner whisky though, way off in the woods. But all th' good hot grub yeh can eat. B' Gawd, I hung around there long as I could till th' ol' man fired me. 'Git t' hell outa here, yeh wuthless skunk, git t' hell outa here, an' go die,' he ses. 'You're a hell of a father,' I ses, 'you are,' an' I quit him." As they were passing from the dim eating place, they encountered an old man who was trying to steal forth with a tiny package of food, but a tall man with an indomitable moustache stood dragon fashion, barring the way of escape. They heard the old man raise a plaintive protest. "Ah, you always want to know what I take out, and you never see that I usually bring a package in here from my place of business." As the wanderers trudged slowly along Park Row, the assassin began to expand and grow blithe. "B' Gawd, we've been livin' like kings," he said, smacking appreciative lips. "Look out, or we'll have t' pay fer it t'night," said the youth with gloomy warning. But the assassin refused to turn his gazed toward the future. He went with a limping step, into which he injected a suggestion of lamblike gambols. His mouth was wreathed in a red grin. In the City Hall Park the two wanderers sat down in the little circle of benches sanctified by traditions of their class. They huddled in their old garments, slumbrously conscious of the march of the hours which for them had no meaning. The people of the street hurrying hither and thither made a blend of black figures changing yet frieze-like. They walked in their good clothes as upon important missions, giving no gaze to the two wanderers seated upon the benches. They expressed to the young man his infinite distance from all that he valued. Social position, comfort, the pleasures of living, were unconquerable kingdoms. He felt a sudden awe. And in the background a multitude of buildings, of pitiless hues and sternly high, were to him embelamatic of a nation forcing its regal head into the clouds, throwing no downward glances; in the sublimity of its aspirations ignoring the wretches who may flounder at its feet. The roar of the city in his ear was to him the confusion of strange tongues, babbling heedlessly; it was the clink of coin, the voice of the city's hopes which were to him no hopes. He confessed himself an outcast, and his eyes from nder the lowered rim of his hat began to glance guiltily, wearing the criminal expression that comes with certain convictions.     Coda "Well," said the friend, "did you discover his point of view?" "I don't know that I did," replied the young man; "but at any rate I think mine own has undergone a considerable alteration."    

Its Sam Fuller time with Park Row

The Justice And Accountability Campaign issued a message concerning the upcoming parole hearing for Eddie Africa who is among the political prisoners that belong to the late John Africa's MOVE Organization.“This week 10/5/15 Thru 10/9/15 has been deemed Eddie Africa solidarity week . We are asking people to do something simple but effective we are asking people to help us flood the phone lines of The Pa Parole Board And Demand Parole for Our Brother Eddie Africa.” Read more.On Oct 2, an update was posted on the case of Palestinian political prisoner Amer Jubran. In part the post reads,“Members of the Amer Jubran Defense Campaign have recently received trial documents revealing severe human rights violations at every stage in the arrest, trial, and sentencing of Amer Jubran and his co-defendants. Most importantly, the documents show that the defendants were forced to sign prefabricated confessions under torture from agents of the General Intelligence Directorate.” Read more.No Separate Justice  will hold its monthly vigil on October 5, 2015 at 6:00PM EST at the Metropolitan Correctional Center (MCC) which is located at 150 Park Row, New York, NY.“Please join the No Separate Justice Campaign and Witness Against Torture for a vigil outside the Metropolitan Correction Center (MCC) in New York City on Monday, October 5, from 6:00 to 7:00 pm.  The event will have presentations by organizers, advocates, and attorneys addressing abuses in the United States' domestic and overseas detention systems.” Read more. Political Prisoner Birthdays:Jamil Abdullah Al-Amin Sunday, Oct 4, 2015 Jamil Al-Amin #99974-555 USP Canaan Post Office Box 300 Waymart, Pennsylvania 18472 David Gilbert Tuesday, Oct 6, 2015 David Gilbert #83-A-6158 Auburn Correctional Facility Post Office Box 618 Auburn, New York 13021 Michael Davis Africa Tuesday, Oct 6, 2015 Michael Davis Africa #AM-4973 SCI Graterford Post Office Box 244 Graterford, Pennsylvania 19426-0244 Malik Smith Thursday, Oct 8, 2015 Meral Smith* Golden Grove Prison RR 1 Box 9955 Kingshill, St Croix Virgin Islands 00850 *Card addressed to Malik (Smith).If you want truth and facts vs lies and fiction, support independent media.http://tinyurl.com/fundblackmedia