New York City Monuments of Black Americans-New Guidebook Offers Surprises and Wrenching Stories
Don’t bother looking — there are no monuments to Black Americans in Greenwich Village.
Don’t bother looking — there are no monuments to Black Americans in Greenwich Village.
Blame Donald Trump. If your favorite major media outlet isn’t reporting New York City historic preservation news as often as you’d like, one reason might be the constantly breaking national news stories that “bigfoot” local coverage off the page.
We received a letter in response to the Village View’s November article The Transformation of Sixth Avenue at 14th Street, and our question about Macy’s origins.
Once upon a time very long ago there was a magical place in New York City called Greenwich Village. It was unfashionably far downtown and supposedly filled by lurking Italians with big mustaches and pistols. Polite people stayed away.
Elie Wiesel, having experienced one of the darkest periods in human history, dedicated his life to ensuring that the horror imposed upon Jews under the Nazi regime was never forgotten, and championed the cause of human dignity writ large. The following quotes illustrate his vision.
I recently walked in the East Village to 105 Second Avenue where the former Fillmore East is now a bank. It wasn’t a bank that killed the beast it was greed and power or something like that.
Nearly to the day of the 50th anniversary of the conclusion of the Vietnam War, I ventured to the Cinema Village Cinema to see Jimmy In Saigon. The film is unwavering 12 year commitment by filmmaker Peter McDowell to unearth the truth about the death of his brother Jimmy, which was untimely and mysterious.
Touted in 1896 as “the alivest mile on the face of the earth” the Bowery is so much more than New York City’s oldest street. And now there’s The Bowery, a delightful book that proves it, making the case that this once notorious thoroughfare is the urban version of Route 66, an extraordinary artery of American history and culture.
The Village has a number of odd triangular public spaces, recently satirized in a Saturday Night Live skit because they are called Squares.
Abe Lebewohl (1931-1996), born in Ukraine, came to the US (Williamsburg, with his parents and brother) in 1950 after surviving World War II and years in a displaced-persons camp. In 1954, after working at a Coney Island deli, he opened a delicatessen at Second Avenue and 10th Street. He later moved to the Lower East Side and was unofficially called the “Mayor of Second Avenue.”
