Murders, 27 percent less than last year; robberies 9 percent less; shooting victims 31 percent less; gunfire incidents 30 percent less; 7,363 fewer killings compared to 11 years prior.
The early ’90s, more than 49 subway felonies daily. Today, fewer than seven. Ridership now hits record highs.
Ray Kelly’s strategies incur racial profiling? Officers doing stop and frisk are mostly minorities. 54 percent of the force. Hispanic 28.9 percent, black 16.7 percent, Asian 6.6 percent. College grads, more than 40 percent. In executives, the department chief’s African-American, first deputy’s Hispanic. Of July’s recruits, 17 percent born in 42 countries speak 27 languages, Albanian to Urdu.
Per Quinnipiac: “Voters approve 64 to 26 percent. Black voters 57 to 39 percent.”
In 2012, 97 percent were black or Hispanic victims. Low-income public housing, for 5 percent of the population, had 20 percent of the killings and maximum suspicious activity.
Our system allows one human in a judge’s robe to risk 8 million citizens? Handcuffs on Kelly’s 12-year success of driving crime down to record lows? Let Scheindlin move to Philly, where murders are four times higher. Or Chicago, where dead people vote. Or, should it soar here next year, stick her in Jersey.
To court votes, Democrats now wheezing for mayor are running against Kelly, not each other. Fortunately, Republican candidate John Catsimatidis, who’s fighting to keep us “safe,” says to get rid of Kelly is a “dumb” idea.
BET on it
Bet, Black Entertainment TV, did a Martha’s Vineyard event. The vacationing White House ordered 17 doorway parking spaces. They got ’em. And yet Obama, Vernon Jordan, Valerie Jarrett, Eric Holder never showed. Salt-N-Pepa performed. Cheryl “Salt” James was on the “1 Pound a Day, The Martha’s Vineyard Diet Detox” book diet. Gayle King said: “Too crowded here” and split.
Win some . . .
Esai Morales ran for president of our largest performers’ union SAG-AFTRA. The winner was re-elected incumbent Ken Howard. But don’t cry for the “La Bamba” star. Esai just finished war movie “Recon” in Bulgaria . . . I heard Betty White’s crazy about pets. As a child she spayed and neutered her animal crackers . . . On Monday, Coldplay releases “Atlas,” the first track from “The Hunger Games.”
On-the-job straining
Ashton Kutcher’s so important in his own mind that his reps interrogated press. What are their questions, what are their credentials, everything but their inseam measurements. And — ta-da! — his Steve Jobs movie tanked . . . Figures this stupid CBS-Time Warner hash — two guys with small whatevers — gets rehashed by next month. TV’s big fall season’s upon us.
All eyes on A-Rod
Yankee Alex-in-Wonderland’s time in the locker room? Not pretty. Players wanting him off the team whisper to one another. No sharing deepest, darkest secrets in case he’s a proven rat. But they want to win. Don’t want him falling apart on the field. So to his two-face they do their duty and are pleasant.
Oddly, this is hyping the gate. Spectators want to watch the National Enquirer play on the field.
Keep the day job
Speaking of baseball, Robin Williams says: “As a kid, I played catcher and got run over by so many opposing players that I suspected my own teammates set me up. I then told the coach I’d only play pinch runner. So my baseball career ended. I turned to cycling, which built up my thighs. Nothing better for your glutes than 60 miles a day cycling.”
From an ample lady: “Never mind Bloomberg. I’m waiting for when 250 pounds will be the new anorexia.”
Only in New York, kids, only in New York.