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Q&A: Norman "The Mad Overkiller" Oder
Norman Oder, the blogger behind the Atlantic Yards Report, recently had two scoops that were widely picked up by the dailies. In December, he reported that the state had reduced its estimate for net tax revenues from the project by $465 million. In January, he discovered that the Mayor's proposed 2008 budget directs an additional $105 million toward the Brooklyn arena.
The Real Estate's Matthew Schuerman recently had coffee with the guy who is showing how this project is costing the public more and giving it less.
The Real Estate: Daily News columnist Errol Louis once called you "The Mad Overkiller," and NoLandGrab calls you that, too, albeit tongue-in-cheek. What do you think about being called that?Norman Oder: I think it is sort of amusing and encouraging, because it implies that I care about this enough to look really, really carefully. I think that I would be less of a mad overkiller if we lived in a city with a daily devoted to Brooklyn. Can you imagine that a project of this size received just one op-ed in the Times? So, if I write versions of op-eds, does that make me the mad overkiller or does that mean I am filling a vacuum that should be filled? read more »
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New Orleans: A Thousand Points of Blight
Where's the government? This isn't a question of Big government, this is a question of No government. A disaster blights one of our greatest cities, halving its population, and six months on nobody's home and the most basic recovery services are being marketed by private vendors. It's a national shame (and where's the outrage?).
We treat dogs better. No doubt about that, the evidence is before your eyes. Everywhere you go there are still signs spray painted on houses and fences: Two Tan Dogs Here. 4 Dogs Here. 0 Cats Here. The animal lovers of America, and I'm one, mobilized bigtime around the hurricane. They canvassed the city for animals. And though too many dogs died atop air conditioners (that's where they landed when they were swimming helplessly around in the floodwaters) a great number were saved. We can't do the same for people. Something chokes the generous impulse when it's poor blacks, or poor whites, or people who lack the wherewithal to do for themselves.
OK I'm a bleeding heart. But even the hardhearted should be ashamed of the fact that six months on there are still 20,000 to 30,000 abandoned vehicles on the streets of New Orleans, jammed under overpasses, and the city is floundering to get them cleared away. Or mountains of garbage and wreckage down every other street. This is America? Where's the pride and can-do spirit? What do we pay taxes for? The only motion of grace or spirit in the Lower 9th ward are the college kids on spring break zipping up haz-mat suits to do a little volunteer cleanup. There should be some massive federal undertaking here, to clean up this gem, this great and strangled source of culture. But there's nothing. (The bulldozers are in Iraq.)
(P.S. The dull murmur here, the conspiratorial whisper, louder when Mayor Nagin says it, is that New Orleans is being remade as a boutique city, a Charleston on the bayou, with red beans and rice for $17.95, the shotgun houses all neatly painted, and the poor blacks and their problems exported to Houston. "It's never been safer here," a guy from Fairhope, Ala., says at my hotel. The place has been, er, cleansed. That's another story, of racism and urban planning and gentrification. Again, the federal government could rewrite the narrative here, could dedicate itself to restoring New Orleans's former scale. But again, we see a vacuum of vision or even understanding...)







