Dear G.O.P.:
Hi. I hear you’re planning on coming to New York City. I’m seeing ads with Democratic Former Mayor Ed Koch, saying we should welcome you to New York City. People are saying we should be open-minded, take the moral high road and embrace your culture even while your party attempts to destroy ours. Personally, I have been attempting of late to become a more politically fair-minded human being. I have avoided demonizing those with viewpoints different than mine, realizing that while I fundamentally disagree with most if not all of the GOP platform stands, I should nonetheless understand that you’re not actually 1. Satan or 2. out to get me personally. You are entitled to your opinion, and people are entitled to vote for you.
Be that as it may. As a die-hard New Yorker by choice, by, character, by fire, and by Voter Registration Card, I have a few things I’d like to share with you…


First, stop bragging that you’re holding the convention at Madison Square Garden. To most savvy New Yorkers, MSG is a frightening corporate atrocity that stands for one thing alone: the destruction of the elaborately beautiful Pennsylvania Station. Penn was once a soaring majestic central hub for travelers all over the world. It was part of the City and it was torn down mercilessly to make way for the culturally-bereft monstrosity that is Madison Square Garden. Destroying Penn Station is a dark moment in this City’s cultural history, and it gave birth to the movement to protect historical buildings so that corporate-driven crimes like that can’t ever happen again. So while you’ve managed to tame the great city for your gathering, we’re all having a bit of a laugh that you’ve picked one of the ugliest, most soulless places in the world to do it at. Typical.
Second, we all know you’re here to claim September 11th as your own. We know you’re holding the first ever Republican Convention in New York City, site of five Democratic Conventions, because you’re building a campaign of jingoistic fear around the threat of terrorism. Well, your fan base might fall for it, GOP. They might get all teary-eyed watching you broadcast your corporate war-mongering from the platform of this City’s tragedy. But rest assured, we won’t fall for it. We were actually HERE, or have you forgotten? We weren’t in bunkers in Washington, or cozy homes in Maryland, or even watching from the safety of our televisions at any other point in the world. New Yorkers ran, coughed, rescued, struggled, and died on September 11th. It’s not a political platform, no matter how you portray it as such. It was a nightmare, and it was awful, and the more you wrestle it into your own personal vendetta in order to frighten Americans into not changing horses in midstream, the more injustice you do to the very real tragedy that occurred here three years ago.
And third – holding your convention here does not make you more attuned to New Yorkers. It does not make the soul of this city yours. New York was built on freaks and gangsters and daredevils. Sure, it’s a money making machine – but it’s got the soul of a fast-talking homeless transvestite junkie. All the people you rail against – the pro-choice vegetarian anti-guns anti-war gay radicals? They’ve made this city great. And even those of us who wear the cloak of normalcy, even those New Yorkers who work boring industry-churning 9 to 5 jobs, or shuffle their kids from clarinet practice to soccer games in Central Park, or build soaring skyscrapers like Donald Trump – even those New Yorkers that vote Republican – they’ve all got a little bit of the crazy screaming freak in them. We’re all living in the great tradition of Whitman’s barbaric yawp. Otherwise, we’d live somewhere far less complicated. Every real New Yorker is a freak, G.O.P. And damnit, they like it that way.
So go ahead. Come here and parade your nationalistic elephants, close off commuter exits, flood the City with the National Guard. Go ahead. Provide sterilised guided tours for your complacent close-minded delegates, abuse the 9/11 platform. Someone gave you the keys for your little assignation in this town. Our erstwhile Republican Mayor and Governor may have encouraged you to think this dirty liason means something. So pretend like it’s yours, if you want. But remember to wipe your scum off our walls on your way out. This city isn’t yours. The beating heart of bonvivant freakdom, of tough-talking survivors, it’s not for sale and it’s not on display and it’s not yours to abuse.
So enjoy your stay. But don’t get too comfortable.
Love,
Krissa

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