BY Led Black (@Led_Black) Tonight is the night folks. Please come out to Word Up Books (2113 Amsterdam Ave @ 165th) at 7 pm for a deep dive with local novelist A.J. Sidransky into his latest book, Forgiving Mariela…
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BY Led Black (@Led_Black) Ok folks so this where the rubber meets the road. We have arrived at the place where it is imperative that we put all that Uptown Love we preach about into practice. Forgiving Mariela Camacho,…
BY A J Sidransky (@AJSidransky) Washington Heights, New York May 8, 2015 Pete slept with his cell phone on the night table, the sound off, the flasher on. He was no stranger to middle-of-the-night calls from the precinct. No…
BY AJ Sidransky (@AJSidransky) In May and June of 1944 approximately 424,000 Hungarian Jews were deported to Auschwitz. Most of them were murdered upon arrival. Among them were my great uncle, Zoltan Grunfeld, his wife Pepi Rusznak and their…
BY AJ Sidransky (@AJSidransky) Bistro 209 which opened this past June in the space formerly occupied by the Rusty Mackerel is a welcome addition to the Washington Heights dining scene. The kitchen, though small, covers a lot of ground…
BY A J Sidransky (@AJSidransky) First of all let me say that as a writer, citizen and human being I support Freedom of Expression and Speech unquestionably. No one has the right to tell me or anyone else for…
BY A J Sidransky (@AJSidransky) Tolya Kurchenko shifted his legs under his desk. His large, bulky frame made it difficult to sit in one position at the old desk for very long. He had little choice though as he…
BY A J Sidransky (@AJSidransky) In 1967 NYC schools were desegregated. In those years that meant black kids were bussed to an all white school, not the other way around. One of these kids was assigned to my fourth…
BY A J Sidransky (@AJSidransky) I have had the distinct pleasure to meet and speak with Athelstein Sullivan Parrish known to her friends and family as “Mama T” who will be 100 years old this month and who was…
BY A J Sidransky (@AJSidransky) I was raised not to see color. That’s easy when you live in world where your skin is the same color as the flesh colored crayon in a box of Crayolas. A few years…