HARLEM CENTRAL PARK NEW YORK CITY

Continued from my previous post.

That afternoon, I left that restaurant, so frustrated by the way how my own people treated me. I had met some good African Americans too in NYC,for-example, I met a lady on one of the Train Stations, If I recall well it would be Chambers Metro Station. I approached her to seek help on where I should find the right Train to jump on to Midwood. If there are better things in NYC that everyone would applaud, it’s the ground metro Train system. Even though it's extremely loud and noisy as a taking off jet engine. This ground metro networks every single cell of that massive enormous city, actually NYC is three cities in one. That's to say, Manhattan, Brooklyn and another one that ran out of my head, I think its Queens. Some should remind me on this. The special thing about all these cities that form what we know as NYC is the Train connections. You can access every inch of that giant city on your fingertips. As a traveler, I cannot fail to salute the great brains that were behind all these projects. The worst part of this tremendous network is noise, trains must be replaced to combat noise pollution. While I expected that from this 1624 golden city that still controls the global economic life. There's no excuse for not replacing these trains. NYC collects enough tax to afford it. The oxygen that pumps the World economies are here.

Back to my Harlem, I continued walking towards the end of Fredrick Douglas Boulevard whose history I knew nothing about. I met some street fruit vendors, who smiled to me. These were actually African Americans or atleast they were blacks. One may say they were just black people whose category is unknown. I mentally marked their curious faces. This acted as a bait to draw my attention to them. I approached them to ask on which Street James Baldwin was born on. They never heard of him. I was surprised. I asked them if they have watched a movie called "I am not your negroe", they answered with a big no before they walked to their daily routine of life. I met another disabled nice looking man, in his wheel chair trying to sustain life on that busy hot day. I asked him about James Baldwin, he knew nothing about him. At this point, I felt so frustrated for not subscribing to the internet package on my phone, otherwise I would simply have googled him. I continued walking to a point where my cellphone unknowingly fetched a hotspot for internet. My phone picked it quickly, it had no security code thank goodness. I googled out about any possible street where James was born, I was alarmed to learn that actually he wasn't born in Harlem, he lived there when his mum divorced his father and they (him and his Mum) moved to Harlem. Once I read that, the morale of walking in James Baldwin's city left immediately. It was time to look at what else Harlem has to offer. Actually if you want to see what humanity looks like today, unsubscribe from phone internet and travel. You will be surprised the things you learn. You will see how people are so cold, all the no sense you hear them them say "All are welcome, we are inclusive....."you have heard about them, I can stand here and warn you,those are naked lies. You are on your own in the World.

I walked towards the end of Fredrick Douglas Boulevard. On that junction, there was an African American, who was troubled with life, standing in the middle of the road trying to ask for a dollar. There was no doubt he was mentally ill. Drivers struggled not to hit him. My heart went out to him but I did not know how to help him, I choose to ignore a human being whose life actually mattered to me but I was too helpless. Thoughts were running faster than a rocket in my head on what to do so that cars don't knock him. In those deep thoughts, a White woman passing by, stopped at me and asked if I could help the man in the middle of the road. I told the white lady, that even if I walked to him and pulled him by hand, he may misunderstand me hence putting myself in danger. I chose to ignore him and walked away. This is a result of all the bad side of USA that I have witnessed for two years now. USA taught and still does teach people to be cold and closed. So when you try to help, you are rare and you may become a victim of your own kindness especially when there's no other people to observe and be willing to defend you if anything goes wrong as you offer your human kindness.

Behind me, was a proud African American Family that I presumed were walking home. The giant man who was about to hit his 50s, and his wife or girlfriend who looked like she was in her 30s. Their two kids, a ten or less year-old boy and a five year whose identity confused me whether he was a boy or a girl. This family attracted my attention for a while because their boy was aggressively playful on the street with a hand held toy riffle, more like automatic Hcar rifle. His mum, who walked more like someone who is already ...