We’re accustomed to moving on through thick and thin, and whatever else gets in our way, through the high and low roads of New York City. The various trials and tribulations of big city life, the obstacles and unpleasantness that either impede or litter our path, are to be quickly avoided and even more quickly forgotten. This urbane impassivity, endemic to our urban environment, is acquired (like any other skill) after years of practice; it’s, perhaps, an acquired art of survival.
Homelessness, the unfortunate residue of societal evolution, is invariably at the top of NYC’s trials and tribulations to be certainly avoided and definitely ignored; if we ignore and avoid it long enough it’ll possibly (we imagine) go away. When a homeless person is sprawled out on such as a sidewalk or subway station, not only an obstacle but, what’s more, an unpleasant obstacle presents itself and our moving on mode kicks in. A bum, by any other name, is still a bum…even when that “bum” is a hero.
A heroic homeless man, stabbed after saving a Queens woman from a knife-wielding attacker, lay dying in a pool of blood for more than an hour as nearly 25 people indifferently strolled past him, a shocking surveillance video obtained by The Post reveals.
Some of the passers-by paused to stare at Hugo Alfredo Tale-Yax last Sunday morning and others leaned down to look at his face.
He had jumped to the aid of a woman attacked on 144th Street at 88th Road in Jamaica at 5:40 a.m., and was stabbed several times in the chest and collapsed as he chased his assailant.
Most of us don’t give a second thought to the countless unfortunates we see laid out, alive or dead, along our paths. Where they came from and where they were going to is a matter we’re content to banish to oblivion. After all, we have our own problems–if anything, we have our own plans and concerns—and there are things to do, people and places to see…maybe even churches and synagogues to attend.
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