319. GOONS TO SPIEL IT
There used to be
a Chinese toy store
right in the middle
of all that Chinatown
crossroads stuff.
Crowded with
items, a befuddling
middle-aged Chinese
guy running it,
maybe he was
40 then, a few
little kids around.
It was the very
first Star Wars time,
so whatever that
was. 1980-82.
What used to
really annoy me
was how slowly
but sure enough
all this American
Star Wars crap -
the big white
Millennium Falcon
models and all that
- began encroaching
on this regular stock.
Which regular stock
is what kept bringing
me there. It's hard
to explain but,
back then, there
was still an overlap
- enough of one
so that his version
of 'toys' to be sold
was still some
Chinese idea of
what American
kids liked. The
stuff was bizarre.
Truly. And dirt
cheap. And I still
have a few things
from then that I'd
buy and just stuff
away, because
they were so
obviously primitive,
basic, foreign-weird,
and unique. That
was what drew
me in, and here
they go with their
basic American crap
already, crowding
it out, I'd think.
There was another
odd-imports store
around the corner,
not toys, but
everything else -
in the same vein,
everything was
remarkable. Things
like pencils to
scissors to washcloths
and soap. Combs
and even locks and
keys. All of the
imports-from-Mainland
China stuff was
totally remarkable.
That distinction
was important,
because unlike
today, Mainland
China, the Mao
one, was still almost
a forbidden land.
Millions of small,
motivated, crazed
people, communards
going about their tasks
- cultural revolution,
taking sides, killing
each other off,
settling scores. Mao
Tse-Tung and Chou
En-Lei, those were
some serious dudes.
Back then it was all
still new to us
Americans, with
Nixon's opening
to China and all
a mere 8 or 9 years
previous. Mainland
China was what
they called themselves,
and they meant it.
Taiwan, Formosa,
all the Chiang Kai-Shek
stuff meant nothing.
That was bush-league.
Chinatown itself
was split, maybe
not 50/50, but the
local population
went both ways.
It was dependent
on your viewpoint
(and sometimes
your safety) where
you ate or hung
out. There were
Tongs around
(gangs of alliance,
pretty violent
sometimes) and
they had their
ways of taking
their measure.
I'd have to guess
that these two
stores were on
the mainland side
for sure, based on
what they imported
and sold. But, no
matter - the weird
toys I'd get were
strange metal
things, ray-guns
that sparked,
made strange
noises, model
cars that looked
like something
from Mars in
1940. Mao caps
(hats, not noisemakers),
model glue, unlike
any American glue
I'd ever seen, and
models too - cars
and animals and
houses, and
airplanes.Toy
soldiers. It just
went on. It was
a paradise. Over
the years it's all
fallen back,
melded into
other things.
That toy guy,
last I saw, was
about 70, and I
guess his kids,
I guess it was,
were running the
place while he
stared around,
dazed. Last I
saw, half a
year ago,
it's gone
totally.
-
If you walked
around with
the wrong attitude
about it, all of
this could get
you pretty mad
- both the Chinese
and the Italians
were fairly
ridiculous, in
the way they
clustered, and
held together,
to all that
old-world stuff,
bizarre and
ancient, and
never modernized
or wanted to get
along with the
new place they
were in. Except,
that's the way
all of New York
has always been
- all those enclaves
and local populations
of immigrants pouring
in, remaining unsettled
and mimicking their
homeland. I don't
know where any
of that 'melting pot'
crap ever got started
from - probably just
some dumb-ass politician's
way of being glib and
stealing votes, but the
only real 'melting' that
ever went on was in
the mishap of
communication as people
crashed into each other.
You can still here all that
'we're all together; we're
one' garbage today, and
it's all still false. The
whole nation is based
on the lies of corruption.
The same sorts of people,
just grinding away for
lucre. There were places,
back then, in Manhattan,
and Brooklyn, where
you could go and get
your head handed to
you if you were from
the wrong street in
the Piedmont or Tuscan
or Sicilian or Szechuan
region of wherever -
back in the old country -
and showed up here
on that same wrong
street - same grudges,
same vengeance,
everywhere, every
culture. It was a mess.
The amalgamation
that sometime was
assumed to have
occurred never really
did occur - which is
why Mafia rub-outs,
like Joey Gallo's, and
the Anasatsio one, and
the Columbo one, and
fifty more, plus the
Chinese Tong wars
and murders, occurred.
It was all grudge-match
stuff with a genesis in
the other, far-off,
places and just
never put to rest.
You could catch a
bullet just for breathing.
There was one Chinese
Street, a twisty, curvy
one, Pell or Doyers, I
get them mixed up,
where, close-packed, (a
new Chinatown Post Office,
new in the 60's anyway
had now replaced a
lot of this), there was
a series of barber shops.
One after the other, all
redundant, and all
stupid, with Chinamen
staring out, or just
sitting around. In
my studies of the
area, I found out
some amazing facts
in what I read. That
Post Office, for
instance - already
a wreck and
crummy-looking,
maybe ten-years
after its Kennedy-era
construction - was
a cover to get rid of
of some of the
unwelcome and
tawdry aspects of
the past there. One
hundred years before,
this place made the
old Barbary Coast
of San Francisco,
with all its intrigue,
look like Sleepy-ville.
Each of these barber
shops sat over a maze
of subterranean tunnels,
all under Chinatown,
and eventually leading
to the East River and
to dungeons and caverns
- these tunnels were
controlled by the
overlord gangs and
Chinese gang chieftans
of the era. People would
disappear. You could
enter one of the barber
shops for a trim, and
within five minutes
have your throat
slit and be on your
own way to Hell
beneath the streets;
or just maimed and
wounded and never
heard from again.
These tunnels ran
everywhere,
represented an
entire secret 'economy'
and a rule of their own
law. There was so
much, and constant,
activity above the
streets - hordes
of Chinese, running,
fast-paced, yapping
- that the normal
person passing
would never realize
all that was taking
place below them.
It came as a surprise
to me too.
-
Before that it was
'Mulberry Bend,'
and 'Five Points,' the
most deadly and
dangerous part of
original New York.
The ground there is
filled with bones.
The only solution to
any of it, as order
was finally established
and the new city formed
a 'Government', was to
tear it all down and
cart everyone away -
which is why that
entire area now is all
government buildings,
police headquarters,
state and federal
courthouses, and office
and headquarters of
things like Family
Court of NYC,
welfare and social
security offices and
state-medical clinics.
It had to be 'disappeared'.
That's what governments
have always done -
break down and hide
away the nasty past
that no longer want
you to see. They
make up a new past,
and hire goons to
spiel it. If you don't
know about any of that,
it doesn't effect your
current view, obviously -
but once things like this get
uncovered, you really
begin seeing things, and
understanding that here -
like everywhere else -
there's a lot more than
meets the eye.
know about any of that,
it doesn't effect your
current view, obviously -
but once things like this get
uncovered, you really
begin seeing things, and
understanding that here -
like everywhere else -
there's a lot more than
meets the eye.
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