Dear Girls of Washington Square
Yesterday, the police on my orders rousted all of the homeless men ruining the northwest corner.
I asked them to please leave the women who are homeless alone, but they didn't listen. Or maybe there weren't any around when they made the men leave.
Regardless. That corner of the park, which has a reputation for being dangerous, is going to have a reputation for being the best place to hang out starting now.
After I'm elected, the people I will help first are those that I just had removed. They get first dibs on land, money, resources and things from the billionaires.
But until then, they're going to be nicer to you. They're going to stop panhandling. They're going to stop nodding out in the middle of the path. They're going to stop sleeping on the benches all day. They're going to stop peeing everywhere. And they're going to stop leaving their trash, including needles and whatever else all over the place.
They're going to go the fuck away or change. Figuratively and literally.
Being homeless might not be a choice but being an asshole is. They can be tired and poor and huddled in a mass without being frightening to you.
They don't have to smell like urine, just because they don't have a place to sleep.
They don't have to get in your face for money, just because they want some.
They do it on purpose. They're angry about their life, which is reasonable. But they take it out on you, which is unreasonable.
They like ruining that corner of The Park. It's their way of giving the finger to society.
I agree with that in general but...
While I feel badly for them, I don't feel so badly that I'm going to ignore what they're doing to you.
I know you wish the entire park was free of unpleasant men.
Your desire is my command.
