A familiar sight on the Avenue: flashing lights, caution tape, and worried residents milling about.
As usual, Zachary Goelman of Epichorus has the straight take (here's his Daily News article):
Lin Jun, 25, a deliveryman at Sushi Tatsu, was shot in the abdomen at approximately 9:00 p.m. Thursday [editor's. note: some reports place the shooting closer to 7pm]. He was at the payphone outside the restaurant patio. Police at the scene believe the four rounds fired were meant for others. Jun ran inside the restaurant and collapsed on the floor bleeding. The manager of the restaurant said she waited 15 minutes for the ambulance, while an off-duty paramedic performed CPR on Jun. An officer said the victim was taken to KCH in critical condition. [Officers at the scene around 10pm said they were getting reports that the victim had stabilized and would survive the incident].
Now, see, I've tried to make my posts about these unfortunate events as straightforward and news-y as possible, out of respect for the gravity of the situation and the victims. But this one hit a little closer to home, for two reasons: my lady was walking a block away when the gun went off around 7:30 pm, and the victim was a delivery guy from Sushi Tatsu II on the corner of Franklin and Dean. It's not hard to put two and two together here: if the 4 train had run a minute earlier, it could have been her. No excuses, none of this "most violent crime takes place between people who know each other" stuff, nothing to gloss it over or treat it as a part of the scenery: this could have been the end of my world as I know it. It's knocked me on my ass in more ways than one, forcing me to realize how cavalier I've become about shootings that I don't think involve or really affect me and how shockingly quickly this little life I'm trying to build could get blasted into oblivion.
So seriously, what on earth is going on? Who sprays a gun around in broad daylight, with a Skywatch visible up the street? More importantly, what do we do to keep people from doing this? I realize I'm a gentrifier and I've got a laundry list of various guilt complexes about claiming this neighborhood as my own (though I do, and I'm proud to), but I think avoiding death on your sidewalk transcends social, cultural, and economic status. I'll partner with almost anybody and do almost anything if it will guarantee (hell, statistically reduce the chances) that I'm going to find a stray bullet in my skull.
I was proud of my earlier post about the spice guys (even hoped Brownstoner would pick it up for their blogwrap and I'd get a spike on the ol' Google analytics page). I'm out for the weekend, and I was going to let that one lead the page for a few days. Now it's this, and I added the "F-ing" only because the text-remembering function of Firefox recognized the subject line "Another Shooting on Franklin Ave" and this furthered my impotent frustration. People, put the damn guns away!
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