Ashira's Asshole Cops Haiku, and other writings

Ashira and pink fixie - click for more of her photos

Wherever there's an urban street-fix scene, Ashira and her pink fixie are a familiar site. In fact, her email name is "pinkfixie@yahoo.com"

In early Spring 2006 she was in Hollyweird and got harrassed by cops. The L.A. area is like that - I once got a jaywalking ticket in downtown L.A.! Ashira turned the experience into a cool haiku, which I hope won't be the last!    Her upcoming site will be www.redridinghoodproductions.com

You can check out more of Ashira's writing and photography here:

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Memorial to Bronx Jon, beloved NYC messenger (1974-2006)


Ashira's haiku series about asshole cops

Last night 8PM
about to see B.I.K.E. movie
at the Egyptian.

Flashed their lights at me
on Hollywood Blvd.
They ripped cross traffic.

Four lanes later, they
jumped out their unmarked car and
swarmed up around me.

Four big pigs in blue.
My tax money in action.
Couldn't believe it.

GET AGAINST THE WALL!
HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK! cop yelled
GIVE ME YOUR I.D.!

Told me not to run.
KNIFE IN YOUR POCKET? no sir.
I SHOULD ARREST YOU!

ANSWER MY QUESTIONS!
THINK YOU CAN WALK WHERE YOU PLEASE??
WHENEVER YOU WANT??

ALL YOU PEOPLE AND
BIKES THINK YOU OWN THE ROAD AND
CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT!!

Shocked, I looked at them
shaking my head cuz all I
did was cross the street.

Dumbfounded I asked
"is this a training lesson??"
trainee cop said "yes."

you're detaining me?
threatening me with handcuffs
and arrest for that???

YOU STOP ARGUEING!
WANNA SPEND THE NIGHT IN JAIL??
asshole cop shouted.

Dickheads! Don't you know??
There's WAY more important things
to do with your time.

Threatened me with jail
for jaywalking last night. They
gave me a ticket.

Never in my life
have I been so amazed at
dumb cop behavior.




                 






Bronx Jon 1974-2006 RIP, Photo from nybma dot com website

Bronx Jon
In Memoriam 1974 - 2006

Excerpted from the www.nybma.com pages:

Bronx John has passed away

On the morning of Saturday August 12th, John Neese - more well known as "Bronx John" - was pronounced dead and taken off of the life support that had been keeping him alive since his accident on Wednesday night. ... John was a beloved, long time member of the messenger community, and will be greatly missed. ... He was in an accident with a car approaching the Williamsburg Bridge at South 4th & Roebling on Wednesday night. Witnesses described the accident as "violent", and said that the car was moving very fast. His injuries were very extensive..."




Ashira's memorial words

"Bronx Jon is in the hospital in critical condition" The instant message came in on my computer screen from Ken in NYC just after 11am this past Thursday. "He had a real bad accident last night at S4th and Roebling." My heart skipped up into my throat. This didn't sound good. "What's the deal??" I typed back as fast as I could. "I haven't heard anything since this morning but he's not in good shape whatsoever." The words flashed on my screen and my breakfast suddenly felt like a ton of dead weight in the pit of my stomach. "Is he gonna pull through???"

"We don't know" Ken wrote. Those were not the words I wanted to see. Bronx Jon was one of the old school messengers. He'd been around since long before I ever was and he was always present on the streets of New York and in the community. He'd been working as a messenger on his bike for over 10 years and was truly one of a kind.

I got Squid on the Nextel radio. "What's the word on Bronx Jon?" I asked. Squid radioed back right away. "Not sure - I gotta call the doctor back at five. We gotta find his family" Weird how you can know someone for so long and not know how to reach their family. I guess no one really thinks of it until they have to.

I spoke to Squid again a few hours later. "They're going to do another scan tomorrow." He told me. I wasn't sure what that meant but it sounded bad. Still, I was sure he'd eventually be OK, even if it took a while. Other people got into bad accidents and pulled through OK and in my mind Bronx Jon was one of the invincibles. He was the type of person you thought could probably sleep through a nuclear attack and wake up looking for the beer he left by the side of his bed. Except in Bronx Jon's case he would probably be looking for a can of Sparks.

My head raced back to the last time I saw Bronx Jon. I can't remember when it was, maybe at Monster Track 7 cuz that's the last time I was in New York. I remember thinking he looked really good. Better than usual. His face looked clear and he seemed as relaxed and grounded as I'd ever seen him. He gave me a gross sweaty hug and a signature cracked-lip grin and called me 'Shakira' on purpose, like he always did, just to see me smile. His energy was high. I was happy to see him like that. He looked light.

I called Mike Dee on Friday. He was at the hospital visiting Jon. He was still unconscious and in a coma. "Lemme call you right back." Mike said. "I'm about to go in." Mike Dee had just had a bad accident himself a couple weeks ago and cracked his scull open. He called me a few minutes later. "He looks broken." That's not what I wanted to hear. "Like he took the windshield out with his body." I was trying to remember to breath. "You're so fucking lucky you didn't fuck yourself up worse than you did." I told him. "You know, I didn't feel lucky about my accident until I saw Jon just now." His tone was quieter than usual. "Listen." He told me "People have pulled through worse."

I used to see Bronx Jon all the time when I delivered food to the hipster-yuppies in Manhattan's trendy meat packing district. He'd always shout me out from across the street or down the block on 9th Ave or around 14th St. Sometimes he was smiling, sometimes he wasn't. But whatever his expression was, it was always from his heart. He'd cryptically fill me in on blips of his life but never with much detail. It was always about the now. He didn't want to talk about the past.

Jon once told me that he was raised orthodox Jewish but he wouldn't tell me much more than that. I'm not religious anymore but my Dad is. I gave him Jon's name and asked him to say a prayer at the synagogue for him. He did. I asked the friends I was camping with all this past weekend to stand together in a moment of prayer for Jon on Saturday morning. We did. When I left the woods on Sunday and got service back on my phone I had six messages. Before I had a chance to pick them up my phone rang. It was Chris Kim. His voice broke and my heart sank. "Bronx Jon is gone... they took him off life support yesterday." Chris told me that they finally found his Mom, that the doctors said he hadn't improved since they brought him in Wed night, that he'd have been a vegetable even if he did ever wake up from the coma, that his Mom had no idea of the extent of his messenger family or that he was loved by so many.

The shock of losing someone so vibrant, in such a sudden manner, is hard anywhere. But to lose someone like this while living across the country in LA with no one who knew him to share this grief with is harder. Doesn't everybody know Bronx Jon? I wish I could curl up on the couch in Mike Dee's apartment and cry into his shoulder. I wish I could join the memorial ride tonight for him and the other bike messenger who was killed last week, Darren Lewis. I wish I could hug all the members of my messenger family who have been there over the years and whose hearts I know are so heavy right now.

I spoke to Amy Bolger last night. I was grateful just to talk to her. She told me Jon's Mom said they'll give him a Catholic burial. This confused me because I thought Jon was Jewish. Amy said that there were a couple things that Jon said that didn't seem to match up. I found myself laughing when I heard that. For some reason it struck me as funny and not out of character for Jon. "It's Jon." I heard myself say. "It doesn't even matter."

In truth, it's not like I can say Bronx Jon was all that good a friend of mine. In all the years I knew him, I never took down his phone number. If I didn't see him for a while, I didn't stress it because I knew I'd see him again sooner or later. Bronx Jon may not have been my best friend but he was my buddy and I loved him. Bronx Jon was like the crazy cousin who you thought would always just be there. Everyone knew he didn't fuck with alleycats or racing, but he'd always be at the after-race parties drinking Sparks or beer or whatever. If he was feeling playful, his curly black wig would make an appearance and it suited him fantastically. Bronx Jon would let out a freestyle flow of words on a whim, and I'm glad we have a glimpse of that to keep in the movie "Red Light Go". Bronx Jon would sometimes make people mad but usually he would make people laugh. Most importantly of all though, Bronx Jon was family, and I'm going to miss him terribly.



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