We’ve had many discussions on OIB this year about an increase in crime impacting all neighborhoods. The East Side and West Side have been hard hit by violent crime. A collective community roar will occur if neighborhoods such as Black Rock, Brooklawn and the North End continue to experience the horror of what the cousin of Gabrielle Parisi suffered leaving a Black Rock bar and grill on Fairfield Avenue. Parisi shares this commentary with OIB.
Okay, so we have a pesky little crime problem in Bridgeport. Okay, so we have a treacherous crime problem in Bridgeport. Never has this fact been more apparent to me than at 12:15 AM this morning, September 23, 2012, when I experienced the rudest of awakenings. My young cousin, housemate, and very best friend, woke me up from what was a pretty decent dream, to invite me into the nightmare of her evening. After a fun night out with her besties at Brennan’s Shebeen, she was held up by a thug brandishing a big, shiny, silver semi-automatic weapon.
The thug proceeded to knock one of the women to the ground (a recent cancer survivor, I might add, still limping from the surgery on her bone-cancer stricken knee), and relieve her of her valuables. Cursing and manhandling the three women involved, this sicko conducted himself as if he was entitled to their hard-earned dough, their smart phones and their handbags. After all, this is Bridgeport, right?
Day after day I read about shootings, murders, robberies and other various and sundry sordid and violent Bridgeport events, but now it’s PERSONAL.
How wretched it is one has to expect to be violated if one chooses to live here and patronize the small businesses in this city. We pay a ton of taxes, we are active in the community, we care about our neighbors, we keep our yards neat and groomed, and we can’t even use the City we pay so dearly to live in.
This, for me, as a VERY frustrated citizen, begs the question: What are we going to do about it? And when?
I am of course grateful she was not hurt, but I feel responsible because it’s MY house she lives in, and I chose Bridgeport. I am beginning to think this choice may have been a monumental lapse in judgment. I hope someday someone will convince me otherwise.
Gabrielle A. Parisi