Local pantry asks pols for funds

By Lee Landor

[Note: This article and its accompanying photos originally appeared in the Queens Chronicle on Jan. 24, 2008. This content is the rightful property of the Queens Chronicle.]

Despite the biting cold, more than 200 people stood in a line that spilled down the driveway and onto Lefferts Boulevard on Saturday morning.

They were waiting for their weekly “pantry bags,” provided by the River Fund, a nonprofit direct care service organization and food pantry that has been operating quietly for the last five years at 89-11 Lefferts Blvd. in Richmond Hill.

Now, Executive Director Durga Das is making some noise.

“We’re putting a business plan together,” Das said, “and writing grants for the councilmen and the senators.”

A true product of the 1960’s peace movement, Das said he never wanted to be “part of the system.” But he has been forced to venture into it as need has increased and funding has remained stagnant.
“It’s a frustrating and difficult time,” Das said. “I think it’s completely that the need is getting crazy. That’s why we’re putting out a business plan to get something larger, but still in the same area.”

The River Fund provides services for the Richmond Hill and South Ozone Park communities, as well as parts of Forest Hills, Jamaica and Brooklyn.

“It’s staggering to me how many new people are coming in [for food],” Das said, putting the number at about 150 since November. “I think it’s food insufficiency or people’s bills and their rent and jobs.”

Because of the growing need, he has reached out for funding assistance to local elected officials, including City Council members Joseph Addabbo Jr. (D-Howard Beach) and Tom White Jr. (D-South Ozone Park), state Sen. Malcolm Smith (D-St. Albans) and Congressman Gregory Meeks (D-Jamaica).

“We’re very grassroots. We’re all volunteer based,” Das said, laughing about his new fund-seeking endeavor. But the goal — moving into a 10,000 to 15,000 square foot building and creating an after-school program — has kept him focused.

Das vowed never to lose sight of his purpose and the premise of the River Fund’s existence: providing physical, emotional and spiritual support to the hungry, homeless and poor, to low-income seniors and to children and adults living with HIV/AIDS.

Last year, the River Fund served 56,563 people in Queens and Brooklyn and has projected that by the end of 2008 it will serve 64,500.

“We get every variety … from grandparents to people who are working to people who just lost their jobs to people who are on public assistance,” Das said.

The River Fund was started by Ma Jaya Sati Bhagavati, a Brooklyn native who lived on the streets during her adolescence until she was taken in and turned her life around, dedicating it to being a spiritual teacher and serving those in need. She has expanded it into a national organization, with chapters all around the country.
The New York chapter has eight programs, including mobile outreach like the once-weekly Street Relief Program at Rufus King Park in Jamaica.

Since opening in 2003, the Richmond Hill location has grown tremendously, with about 50 volunteers, 11 grants and 45 sponsors, including the Children’s Aid Society, the Food Bank for New York City, the Monteforte Italian Bakery and the recently opened Trader Joe’s in Rego Park.

As part of its attempt to start a program dedicated to healthy lifestyles advocacy, the River Fund has also partnered with some health food organizations, such as Natural Organics and Nourish America — which provided more than 400 bottles of vitamins for children.

Das, 59, grew up in South Ozone Park and has lived in Queens his entire life. He said it is his duty to give back to the community, which he began doing in 1990 by baking cookies for those with HIV/AIDS. “I understand the mentality,” Das said. “I think it’s part of my background, my heritage to [be affiliated] with [this] stuff.”

Although Das said he would “never want to qualify why we do this,” he explained that this became his greatest responsibility and duty. As a child, Das watched as his mother stood in food lines and worked to make ends meet. In the 1970s he met Bhagvati, who became and remains his spiritual teacher. During the AIDS epidemic of the mid-1980s, Das, who is gay, lost two partners. He then realized that this was his calling.

The River Fund’s policy of turning no one away has made it a useful resource for fearful or undocumented locals, who have a place to turn to when in need.

The food pantry is open on Saturdays from 9 to 11 a.m. at 89-11 Lefferts Blvd., and at Rufus King Park on Tuesdays from 11 a.m. to noon. For more information visit the Web site, www.riverfund-ny.org.

Sole Vaccarello survivor to fight parole

By Lee Landor

[Note: This article and its accompanying photos originally appeared in the Queens Chronicle on Nov. 20, 2008. This content is the rightful property of the Queens Chronicle.]

For many, the year 1994 seems a distant, vague memory. Most people do not recollect all of the major events that took place that spring 15 years ago — like the May 6 opening of the Channel Tunnel between England and France, or the May 10 inauguration of Nelson Mandela as South Africa’s first black president.

Few remember that on May 10 that year an annular eclipse of the sun cast a shadow across much of North America. But relatives of the Vaccarello family of Bay Ridge, Brooklyn have crisp memories of that spring when they were enshrouded in their own cloud of darkness, cast by an eclipse that suddenly befell their world the night of May 1. For some, the tragic event that occurred that night is a hazy, remote memory. For 28-year-old John Vaccarello it is a vivid and recurring nightmare.

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From left, John Vaccarello with Maria, Giovanni, Caterina and Concetta in a photo taken shortly before the car crash the claimed his mother’s and sisters’ lives, and severely injured his father.

It was the night his parents and sisters were hit by a speeding car that tore down Cross Bay Boulevard at 70 miles per hour with its headlights off and a drunk driver behind its wheel. After it blew a red light at 163rd Avenue, the 1982 Lincoln Continental slammed into Giovanni Vaccarello, then 51, his wife, 45-year-old Caterina, and daughters Maria, 18, and Concetta, 17.

Only John, the family’s youngest child, was spared: the 13-year-old remained in the party room at Russo’s on the Bay in which his relatives had just finished celebrating the 25th wedding anniversary of his aunt and uncle. His parents and sisters exchanged their goodbyes with other relatives and left the catering hall. They were crossing the street when 55-year-old Abraham Meyers, an Ozone Park janitor, plowed into them.

The force of the impact threw Giovanni and Concetta about 60 feet across the divider and into the opposing lane. Meanwhile, the car dragged Caterina and Maria about 200 feet, killing them instantly, before it veered onto and climbed the divider, bashed into a pole and ricocheted back onto the road. Giovanni suffered a heart attack and broke his leg in three places, and Concetta suffered severe head injuries. Both were taken to Jamaica Hospital where Giovanni was listed in critical but stable condition and where Concetta died several hours later.

Some 1,500 mourners filled Our Lady of Guadalupe Roman Catholic Church in Bay Ridge the morning of May 6, 1994, as Mass was celebrated for Caterina Vaccarello and her daughters. As reported in The New York Times the next day, “They sat in somber silence until, shaken by the sight of 18 pallbearers bringing three white-draped coffins down the aisle, their muffled communal sob rippled toward the altar.”

In stable condition at the hospital, Giovanni Vaccarello did not attend the Mass, but earlier that morning he visited a local funeral home to say his final goodbyes to his wife and daughters.

The day of the funeral, a grand jury indicted Meyers, whose blood-alcohol level that night had been .23 percent — more than twice the legal limit, which in 1994 was .1 percent — on three counts of depraved-indifference murder (today known as second-degree murder), reckless manslaughter and vehicular manslaughter. He pleaded guilty and was sentenced to 15 years to life in prison.

After the sentencing, on Jan. 26 1995, Giovanni Vaccarello told the New York Post, “I wish I could put my hands on him for two minutes. I’d break him in little pieces. I’d make him suffer the way I’ve suffered. I lived for my family. My greatest source of joy came from them.” Shrugging at the penalty Meyers received, Vaccarello said, “It’s better than nothing. But don’t forget, each life of mine cost him only five years.”

Relatives of Vaccarello, who died in 2007 after a year-long battle with cancer, did not forget. His son John, with whom he had been very close, and niece Maria Chieco, 27, have vowed to do everything in their power to keep Meyers in jail for the rest of his life.

The week of Dec. 8, Meyers, who turns 70 on Dec. 3, will meet with a parole board for the first time since he was incarcerated at the Attica Correctional Facility in upstate New York on Feb. 17, 1995. According to the state Department of Correctional Services, the earliest date on which Meyers can be released is April 24, 2009.

But John Vaccarello and other family members will fight to prevent Meyers’ release: they are meeting with an officer from the state Division of Parole on Friday, Nov. 21 to explain why Meyers’ freedom should be denied. According to Chieco, the family has long been counting down to and preparing for this day.

Relatives have written heartfelt letters, gathered newspaper clippings, collected photographs and rallied community support: they managed to obtain 1,300 signatures on a petition calling for the parole board to deny Meyers’ release. Additionally, many relatives will attend the meeting on Friday.

All of that is designed to convey the family’s point: “Is 15 years in jail really a lesson?” Chieco asked, noting Meyers’ long criminal record. Since moving to Queens at the age of 17, the South Carolina native had many run-ins with the law. At the time of his 1994 arrest, Meyers had been without a valid driver’s license for 27 years. Prior to that, the convict had his license suspended 26 times.

According to published reports, Meyers was arrested nine times between 1960 and 1978 for various crimes, including assault, driving while intoxicated, driving without a license, reckless driving, drug possession, grand theft auto, resisting arrest and promoting gambling. It was reported that police said they could not be certain whether Meyers had ever actually gone to jail.

In addition to keeping the repeat offender off the streets, Chieco said denying Meyers parole will spread awareness and send a clear message to the public about drunk driving and its repercussions, just as the Vaccarello family’s tragic loss had, on its own, sent a message to state legislators.

In the March-April 1995 edition of Transportation Alternatives magazine, an article titled “Throwing the Book at Killer Drivers” reported that on May 10, just nine days after the incident, the Assembly Codes Committee met in Albany for a discussion about the Scofflaw Act of 1993.

According to its sponsor, Assemblyman and Codes Committee Chairman Joseph Lentol (D-Brooklyn), the law was created with the express purpose of saving lives by catching reckless drivers before they kill. Starting just six months after it was enacted, the law had already failed to live up to the expectations of its sponsors and the Vaccarello tragedy was further proof that Law 511 just wasn’t working.

Since then, legislators have worked to make the laws more stringent, using deterrents, such as heavy fines and long jail sentences, and more severe punitive action.

If Meyers is denied parole at his December hearing, he will serve an additional two years before becoming eligible for parole again. Each time an inmate is denied parole, he typically becomes eligible again after 24 months — a process that can continue for the duration of his life.

John Vaccarello will also live the rest of his life in a prison of his own: while he has freedoms and rights, and can go and come as he pleases, a part of him will forever be trapped in the memory of that devastating spring night in 1994. But his won’t be an entirely lonely jail cell, according to Chieco, because the entire family will be trapped right there with him.

“To really grasp how the tragedy … changed our lives, you need to understand our family dynamic,” Chieco, whose mother was Giovanni Vaccarello’s sister, wrote in a statement for the parole officer. “We were cousins, best friends, brothers and sisters.”