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Kathryn Krase

The Way of the Dogs

April 29, 2025 By Kathryn Krase Filed Under: Park Slope Life

Longtime friends are coming to stay with us soon. They don’t have a lot of time to spare while in Brooklyn, but their 10-year-old daughter wants to fit in one of their favorite Brooklyn pastimes: visiting Prospect Park’s off leash hours for dogs.  If you haven’t had the chance to witness this spectacle, it’s amazing, terrifying, or a little bit of both, depending on your feelings about dogs, and people.

Every morning in Prospect Park before 9am you can find hundreds of dogs and their associated people gallivanting around the Long Meadow. Rain or shine, sleet or snow, no matter the weather, Brookynites bring their dogs to the park to let loose.

You can find all sorts of people and dogs there. There are those who walk up and down the Long Meadow. Sometimes they walk in small groups; sometimes it’s just one person with one dog; sometimes there are professional dog walkers with a few dogs or tons of dogs (you know who I’m talking about- Hi Linda!).  Some people and dogs choose to congregate in bunches throughout the Long Meadow. These bunches tend to be collections of people with similar interests similar dogs, or both.  

Whether a walker or part of a bunch, there are regulars who are there any day of the week. The regulars (people and their dogs) have routines. Some of the regulars have to leave the park earlier than others in order to get to work on time, or bring kids to school. Other regulars show up after sending kids off to school. Then there are the regulars with the flexible schedules, who meander in and out. Regulars recognize the dogs before recognizing the person attached to the dog. Regulars are more likely to know the dog’s name than the person’s name.

The weekenders and visitors don’t always adhere to the expectations and patterns of the regulars, and neither do their dogs. Many visiting dogs, for instance, have never been off leash in this kind of environment before.  They often lack experience with so many people and dogs. Visiting dogs might make a run for it. Off-leash hours in Prospect Park are different from your local neighborhood dog park with fences. Dogs can just keep running. That happened to a dog-visiting a friend a few years back. The dog seemed comfortable off leash, but all of the sudden they were gone. We couldn’t find them. While frantically searching for the dog across the Long Meadow, we got word that the dog had found its way back to the house it was visiting, crossing lanes of traffic to get there safely. It was a miracle. Though that dog still comes to visit, it will never enjoy freedom during off leash hours again.

Visiting dogs aren’t just more likely to run, they are also more likely to be confused by the doggie politics and complicated clique dynamics. Visiting dogs are most likely to get into a fight with other dogs. That’s what happened the other day to a friend; a dog visiting family from out of town was overwhelmed by the off leash scene, broke off their leash and randomly bit our dog friend. The person with the visiting dog was very apologetic, and likely won’t be back with that dog, or any other dog, in the future. Off leash hours are not for everyone, especially the non-dog people.

“Why would non-dog people come to off leash hours in Prospect Park?” Good question. These people are often seeking a shortcut from one side of the park to the other. On certain weekend mornings, the non-dog people in the Long Meadow include runners participating in 5ks and half-marathons, as well as their spectators. They are so focused on their own reasons for being in the park, they have no idea what they’re walking into. When non-dog people realize they have to get through a hoard of dogs to get where they’re going, they panic; and dogs can smell panic. Some dogs respond unkindly to that panic. My dog, MarVell, can be one of those dogs. 

I’ve been a regular in the park with our 6 year old mixed breed, MarVell, since September 2018. When MarVell was a puppy, we stayed on the fringes, and took dog socialization slowly. That’s how we met other puppy friends who now make up our crew of besties. 

You can find our crew most days of the week on the lawn between the Picnic House and “the pools” by dog beach. The people in our crew talk about the news, movies, our lives, and of course, our dogs. While the people jabber away, our dogs run around with each other, they chase balls, they harass people and dogs they don’t like, and also beg for snacks. 

The dogs in our crew, and most dog regulars, can quickly discern the people in the Long Meadow who have snacks. Some people always have snacks. Our dogs recognize those people from hundreds of yards away. These snack purveyors have silhouettes in the distance that change by the season, based on the clothing they are wearing according to the weather. Our dogs can recognize the regular snack sources by their gait, even before the dogs can hear their voices or smell the contents of their pockets. Our dogs express disappointment when they realize those people are not in the park on a given day.

Newcomers sometimes have snacks, and they often don’t know what they’re in for. These newcomers are usually there on the weekend with a new puppy. These newcomers have their own snacks because they are training their puppy to stay near them while off leash. MarVell can pick these people out from the crowd by the inflection of their voice. Just the way these people call their puppy’s name, MarVell can tell the person has snacks, and they’re usually good snacks. 

There were a lot of newcomers to the Prospect Park dog scene in 2020 and 2021. They came with their “pandemic puppies” while people shifted to work from home. Not everyone should have gotten a puppy during the pandemic. Not everyone should have a dog. And not everyone should interact with others, including people or dogs. While most of the people at off leash hours are perfectly fine and well-intentioned people, some can be concerningly unpredictable.

A friend had an interaction with such a person. This friend has a beautiful Goldendoodle who loves to chase a ball. We take turns throwing the ball using the Chuckit stick. One morning, this friend threw the ball pretty far. Their dog was chasing the ball but lost sight of it in the tall grass. The ball rolled near a man and woman who were walking with their own dog. My friend watched as the woman noticed the ball, bent down to pick up the ball, and promptly put it in her own coat pocket. She didn’t look around to see where the ball was coming from. She didn’t ask the people nearby if the ball was theirs. She just scooped it up, and took it. My friend was already walking in the direction of the ball to retrieve it, and eventually caught up with the couple. The friend politely got their attention and asked for the ball back. The woman turned and simply asked “what ball?” and walked away. My friend was so shocked at this response, that they just turned and walked away, too. My friend was not going to start a conflict with someone who is so unpredictable. 

Unpredictable things are bound to happen when hundreds of dogs and people are left to their own devices in the company of each other on a daily basis. That’s why there are rules.

The formal rules provided by Prospect Park are simple: 

-“Off leash hours are permitted from 6 am–9 am and 9 pm – 1 am at the Long Meadow (except ballfields), Nethermead and Peninsula Meadow (except woodlands). Dogs must be leashed at all other times and all other areas of the Park.

-To protect wildlife habitats, dogs must always be leashed and stay on paths in wooded areas.

-At Dog Beach, dogs must be leashed except during off leash hours. Caution: the water becomes deep very fast.

-Dogs are never allowed in playgrounds, on bridle paths, ballfields, or other designated sports areas.

-Dogs are allowed on paths surrounding the ballfields and at the Parade Ground, but must be leashed at all times.

-Owners must always be in control of their dogs and leashes must be six feet or shorter.

-Please dispose of dog waste properly.

-Do not allow dogs to dig; holes create trip hazards.”

The rules are simple and clear, but so many people don’t follow the rules. Sometimes it’s because they don’t know the rules. Sometimes it’s because they think the rule is stupid. Sometimes it’s because they think they’re above the rules. It’s hard to formally enforce the rules, especially with dwindling funding for our City Parks. So, we largely rely on systems of informal rule enforcement. 

If your dog poops on the Long Meadow during off leash hours and you don’t pick it up, there are many regulars happy to track you down while loudly shaming you. Next time, you’ll keep a closer eye on your dog. Through these informal enforcement methods, it is a rare occurrence for someone to step in a load of dog poop in the Long Meadow. 

If you choose to walk with your dog off leash on the internal paths off the Long Meadow you run the risk of not just being shamed by fellow park-goers, but you also can get ticketed. The Parks Department is sometimes lurking behind the bend. Your dog turns the corner first, free from leashed restraint. Then you come around, and bam. You’ve walked yourself into a ticket. The signs are clear: no dogs should be off leash in these areas. The reasons are important: dogs off leash are a danger to the birds and other wildlife in these areas. Recently, a call went out on local social media reminding dog owners to keep their dogs on the leash in these spaces because one of Prospect Park’s resident swans was ailing. Luckily, the swan was rescued and is receiving care offsite. Dogs have plenty of space and time in Prospect Park to enjoy off  leash. Stick to the rules. 

Which brings me to my biggest pet-peeve of off leash rule breaking: NO PETS ARE EVER ALLOWED ON THE PROSPECT PARK BALLFIELDS. 

The pet prohibition does not just apply to the obvious ball fields delineated by the dirt infields of the baseball and softball fields. The pet prohibition applies to the entire grassed area between the baseball/softball infields. For those in the know, these grassed areas are actually active ball fields. These areas are the outfields for baseball and softball players throughout the spring, summer and fall. These areas are the soccer pitches, and flag football gridirons that thousands of kids play on in the fall and where groups congregate to play ultimate frisbee throughout the year. 

These areas are off limits to dogs whether there are people playing on the fields or not. Every year during baseball, flag football, soccer, softball seasons, kids step into piles of poop that were missed by owners, or twist their ankles in holes that dogs dug up. When dogs pee on the grass, this kills the grass plant, causing the surrounding dirt to recede becoming dusty, and creating divots. In an effort to preserve the fields and give them a rest, they are fenced off between Thanksgiving and the first weekend of April, when youth baseball and softball return to Prospect Park. 

Even with the potential challenges of the experience, off leash in Prospect Park’s Long Meadow is my happy place. The days I don’t make it to the park with MarVell can be a real slog for both of us. Many of us need more happy places right now. Consider this an open invitation to join us any day of the week. Bring some good dog treats with you, and I’m (mostly) confident MarVell will not scare you away.

Filed Under: Park Slope Life

On Bowling and Bubbles

January 21, 2025 By Kathryn Krase Filed Under: Park Slope Life

I’m not gonna lie: it’s been rough processing the results of the 2024 presidential election. I know I’m not alone. Many people are having all sorts of feelings and reactions. But I also know that I have it relatively easy since I’m rather insulated in my comfortable “bubble”. 

As an upper middle class, cis-gendered, straight, highly educated, non-religious Christian, White woman in Brownstone Brooklyn what consequences will I directly face due to the crap a Trump presidency is going to spew at America?

My taxes might go up or down, but I’ll be able to pay them. The goods that I consume on a regular basis will likely get more expensive, but I can afford it. I don’t face a threat of deportation. My marriage to a man is legally secure.  My kid is practically an adult, having received all of his appropriate immunizations while attending public schools where everyone else was required to have the same vaccinations. Nobody’s challenging my choice of which bathroom I feel comfortable peeing in. I can play a sport on a women’s team and nobody questions if I should be there. I’ll probably feel some of the accelerated damage to the environment that will be expected, but the truly devastating results will not be experienced by this world until I am gone from it.

Though I’m relatively protected, I’m still concerned. I am concerned for those who can’t afford higher taxes. I am concerned for those who will suffer the impact of tariffs as prices increase and American jobs are lost. I am concerned about those who are at risk of deportation, and for everyone who is safe from deportation but likely to experience racialized interrogations of their citizenship status. I am concerned for the kids who are likely to catch a debilitating disease and suffer the consequences because their parents took medical advice from a misinformed, conspiracy-theory-peddling, nepo baby. I am concerned for the mental and physical health of those who identify as LGBTQ+, but especially for anyone who identifies as trans. I am concerned for the generations after me that won’t have a bubble of privilege to protect them from what is coming. Ultimately, I am concerned for the fate of our democracy and our planet. 

While the election results surprised me, I wouldn’t say they shocked me. My strongest emotion is shame for my naivete. I feel like I should have seen it coming. I sensed that the presidential race was going to be close, and I was right. But the ultimate outcome felt like a punch to the gut. 

There are many theories to explain why Trump won this election. The theories you consider valid usually depend on your feelings about the result.  Misinformation confused voters: I find merit in this one. Harris didn’t have enough time to campaign: I’m not sure more time would have made a difference. Some people just wouldn’t vote for a Black woman (because of racism and sexism): I believe this one, though it is hard to support by evidence. The Democratic message fails to resonate with the majority of voters: that’s obvious. The Republican message fails to resonate with the majority of voters: that’s obvious, too.

American political polarization is not new. Since 1988, five candidates have been elected president without receiving the majority of votes (Clinton ‘92 43%, Clinton ‘96 49%, Bush ‘00 48%, Trump ‘16 46%, Trump ‘24 49%) and only four have received the majority of votes (Bush ‘04 51%, Obama ‘08 53%, Obama ‘12 51%, Biden ‘20 51%). As Trump won the presidency without securing a majority of the votes, again, it is clear that our society is more polarized than ever.

The 2000 book “Bowling Alone” by Robert Putnam offered pre-TikTok theories to explain polarization that I’ve found myself revisiting in my post-election contemplations. The premise of “Bowling Alone” is that there has been a significant decrease in all forms of in-person social interchange in America since the 1960s. We don’t attend religious services as much; we don’t participate in local community and civic groups like we used to. The title of the book relates to the fact that Americans don’t participate in bowling leagues like we used to; instead, we “bowl alone.” Research suggests these trends are largely due to increased time focused on employment including longer commutes, and the proliferation of entertainment technologies, like the television and internet. 

As a result of these significant shifts, American society has become less collective and more focused on individual interests. We have less that unites us, and much that drives us apart. Nowhere is this more obvious than in Americans’ feelings about Donald Trump. About a third of the American public think that Trump is god. About a third of the American public think that Trump is the devil. The other third of the American public really don’t really have the time or energy to care. They’re trying to get through the day, week, month, or year. 

Many Americans thought that the high level of voter turnout that elected Biden in 2020 was clear evidence of our country’s disdain for Trump. The Democrats seemed to be depending on that theory in their messaging during this election cycle. That theory was tragically wrong. A study published in the peer-reviewed journal, Political Behavior, in April 2024 provides a more plausible explanation for this year’s turnout. The researchers examined voter engagement surveys after the 2018 and 2020 elections. The research found that people generally don’t vote when they’re experiencing individual personal hardships. Those who lost their job recently were less likely to vote. Those who recently were divorced were less likely to vote. Those who had a close family member who was sick, dying, or recently had died were less likely to vote. But when an individual is impacted by a crisis that is highly politicized and shared by many others, they actually are more likely to vote. This theory explains why the 2020 COVID pandemic era turnout was the highest since 1968. People didn’t vote in droves in 2020 because they hated Trump. We voted in droves because we were collectively struggling, and we collectively wanted change.

I could spend pages spouting more theory and research to explain why Trump won. Such an exhaustive effort won’t change what’s coming next. What can I actually do to thwart the upcoming consequences of this election?  I know that my individual actions won’t be effective in preventing Trump’s antics, or turning out the 2026 and 2028 vote towards redemption. Engagement towards change has to be a collective experience. This change won’t come by focusing within my bubble.

Since young adulthood I have been more politically engaged than the average citizen. As a result of this particular election, I’m trying to get more involved in organized, progressive action groups. But I’m struggling. Ideologically, I share the values and concerns of most of those I share space with in these groups. However, I’m finding many people in these spaces touting our own conspiracy theories and hateful rhetoric. There seems to be a lack of understanding that the desired outcomes progressives seek are NOT shared by the majority of Americans. If progressives want to get what we strongly feel is right and just, we need to convince others that we’re right. And clearly, we’re not there yet. 

More than half of American voters DID NOT want Trump to be President. But even fewer Americans wanted Harris to be President. Those who determined the outcome of this election fall into neither of those groups. Those who determined the outcome of this election were those who did not engage. Maybe they didn’t engage because they are racist and/or sexist. Maybe they didn’t engage because they are misinformed. Maybe they didn’t engage because they are facing a personal crisis.  

In order to turn the tide and hold that momentum, those of us who live in privileged bubbles need to seek and find common ground with those who are not protected. The economy of the past four years served my retirement fund and property value well. But many have seen their food prices double while their income has remained stagnant. Complaining about an uninformed electorate, insulting our neighbors, and debating in social media showdowns isn’t going to get the desired effect. 

I’m looking for better options. Maybe I’ll join a bowling league. Who’s with me?

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Making the Tough Call

October 17, 2024 By Kathryn Krase Filed Under: Uncategorized

And Learning from the Experience

I made a tough call. I had no idea what I was doing. How could I? It was 2001. I was 26 years old. I had recently graduated with my law and social work degrees, and I was working as an attorney for children. I mostly represented children in custody and visitation cases in Manhattan Family Court. At one of their parent’s insistence, my teenage child client told me their other parent threw a shoe at them, and showed me a mark on their leg.I wasn’t worried for the child’s safety. I consulted with my supervisor, and made a report to the child protective services (CPS) hotline because I thought I was required to. I didn’t know better. Now, I do.

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or almost 60 years, professionals, like me, throughout New York City, New York State and the United States, have been making reports to CPS like our livelihoods depended on it. Over 4 million reports were made in the US last year, with 51,000 of those reports right here in New York City. Few of these reports relate to families in Park Slope, but not because Park Slope parents are perfect. We’re far from perfect, but very much protected by privilege.

Most reports come from professionals who are trained to believe that if they don’t make these reports they will lose their license, get sued, and go to jail (which hardly ever happens). What I didn’t realize when I made that tough call in 2001, is that these reports are more likely to cause harm than good to the families and communities professionals think they’re protecting.

The policy of mandated reporting was adopted across the country in the 1960s. The original policy was championed by pediatricians who sought the opportunity to identify child physical abuse and urge responsive government response that would protect children from further harm. The expectation in those days was that parents would get a talking to; they would learn the error of their ways; kids would be safer. If the parents didn’t “get it”, children would be removed from their care until they “got it”. In 1965 there were about 250,000 children in “foster care”. Then, things got out of control.

In the early 1970s, against the advice of lawyers, social workers, judges and other experts, the United States Congress passed into law the Child Abuse Prevention and Treatment Act (“CAPTA”) with problematic language. CAPTA required as a condition of federal funding that states adopt laws that required a multitude of professionals, not just 

doctors, to report a whole litany of concerns to child protective services, not just physical abuse. Most notably, CAPTA includes a requirement that mandated reporting laws include the reporting of “neglect”. The definition of neglect is closely associated with the conditions of living in poverty. Within 5 years of passing CAPTA, and requiring reports of neglect, there were over 500,000 children in foster care.

Many saw this rise in children in foster care as a success; more children would seem to be getting protection. But, the families impacted from these policies knew better, as did the professionals working in these systems. The most esteemed of these professionals called for the exclusion of neglect cases from the mandate to report. They explained: “[a]s a result of the often vague definitions of neglect and the consequent discretion granted reporters, it is probable that cultural, racial and economic distinctions between the reporter and the reported will influence and unfairly bias the reporting of certain groups of children” (Sussman, & Cohen, 1974). These experts explained that most professional reporters are white and middle/upper class; most families reported are poor and from cultural and racial minority groups. These experts argued that a law that required professionals to report neglect would hurt poor families, especially of families of color. They were right. Recent research finds that more than half of all Black families in America will be investigated by CPS before their children reach adulthood; only ⅓ of White families will have the same experience. Research suggests implicit and explicit racial bias factor into this disproportionality, as does the confluence of neglect and poverty.

Shortly after adding neglect to the mandate, reports of neglect made up the vast majority of reports to child protective services hotlines. Even today, neglect reports make up 60-70% of cases investigated by New York City’s Administration of Children’s Services (“ACS”). People without direct experience don’t realize that neglect is what CPS is most likely responding to, because the media focuses on high profile cases of extreme physical and sexual abuse, which happen to be really rare.

Substantiation rates of all reports are abysmal. Nationally, only about 1 in 5, or 20% of all reports are substantiated after investigation. In NYC, that rate in 2023 was 29%. The substantiation rates of neglect are even lower. Mandated reporting policies have been creating problems for a long time.

In 2004, I co-chaired a committee on mandated reporting sponsored by Fordham University. This group met monthly to discuss policy and training initiatives that would improve the practice of mandated reporting, so that the associated harms to low-income families and families of color could be minimized. We talked about statistics and training protocols; we analyzed statutory and regulatory language; we debated the best courses of action towards change. The dominant voices in the room were that of attorneys; the social workers were more reserved; the systems-impacted parent members of this committee were generally the least engaged, except for one particular voice. This voice made waves.

As a co-chair of this committee, I had an agenda to follow. I had tasks that needed to be addressed during and between meetings. I used my facilitation skills to get consensus, so we could make decisions and move on. The voice that made waves had other goals, namely to not sit idly by while the “experts” made recommendations that would impact others, not themselves.

This voice was of a system-impacted parent. They had been reported to ACS by their child’s schools multiple times. Most reports against them were unfounded. The allegations were never of physical or sexual abuse. The school officials were frustrated that the parent insisted they knew better than school personnel about the needs and ability of their own child. The school personnel wanted this parent to simply do whatever they asked of them, but that was clearly not the parent’s style (as I could attest from their participation in our meetings).

No matter what our committee was discussing, this parent would insist that we were missing the point. They insisted that mandated reporting couldn’t be made “better”, but that we needed to eliminate it. We ignored them, but they were not dissuaded. They would tell us that low income families of color, like their own, didn’t trust mandated reporters to help because  reports brought pain, not assistance. They reminded us over and over and over again that the vast majority of reports by mandated reporters were actually unsubstantiated after investigation; every report brought trauma and stress to a family, likely already experiencing stress and trauma. Reports didn’t bring help; they brought hurt. As anyone with significant experience in task oriented meetings can explain, when there is someone in that meeting who doesn’t share the same goal of getting the “task” done, the rest of the group will evidence their disdain. In our group, whenever we would get close to a decision point and received most members’ assent, we would collectively hold our breath, turn to this parent, and collectively roll our eyes when they opened their mouth to remind us we were completely off our rockers. These meetings were exhausting for me, and then I started to listen.

I started to listen to this parent, and then to more system-impacted parents, like Joyce McMillan, of JMAC for Families, a family advocacy organization. The more I listen, the more I learn; the more I learn the more I share the concerns of those impacted. Without listening, I’d never really know. How would I? I am a White, upper-middle class, woman who was never subjected to government investigation of my parenting skills. The professionals I interact with do whatever they can to help me and my family members; they don’t question my judgment, or assume I’m not prioritizing my child.

After a lot of listening and two decades of conducting related research and training, I no longer think mandated reporting can be fixed. I think mandated reporting is a system broken beyond repair. Now, I use my voice and skills to support Joyce’s call for replacing mandated reporting with “Mandated Supporting”. Under “Mandated Supporting”, professionals would be required to offer services and assistance when they are concerned about a child or a family; norequirement to call CPS, but a report to CPS is available if other help won’t address the need. No tough call here.

Moving towards ”Mandated Supporting” is exactly what we’re working towards in a new organization I’m a co-facilitator of: the New York Mandated Reporting Working Group (NYMRWG). We are a group of professionals, practitioners and people who have been directly impacted by CPS. The goal of the NYMRWG is to raise public awareness about the realities of mandated reporting and develop solutions to narrow reporting laws and the invasive investigations they trigger, while refocusing on community-based support services, separate from government intrusion into families.

The NYMRWG wants to protect children from harm, just like the pediatricians of the 1960s who created the original mandated reporting policies. However, we believe that centering this goal on services provided by a government institution with a history of racial and social injustice has been a disaster, and only makes family and community conditions worse.

Twenty-four years ago, I made a mistake. I called the CPS hotline because I thought I had to; because I thought it would help. I didn’t have to, and it didn’t help. I made a tough call, and it was the wrong one. I’m hoping if more people learn about the problems with the current system, and demand responsive changes, there won’t be any tough calls to make, just support to provide.

Reference material available upon request: kathryn@kraseconsulting.com

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Everyone Makes Mistakes

July 18, 2024 By Kathryn Krase Filed Under: Dispatches From Babyville, Park Slope Life

Fields, courts, and stadiums swell with emotions from high-intensity moments, and athletes often crack under the pressure. What if we set our fear aside and embraced inevitable failures on our paths to success? We may be surprised by the opportunities that appear by removing perfection from the playbook of life.

As I write this, it is playoff time for many sports at professional, collegiate, high school and recreational levels across the country. The New York Knicks recently lost to the Indiana Pacers in Game 7 of the NBA Eastern Conference Finals. The New York Rangers are playing in the NHL Eastern Conference Finals Series against the Florida Panthers. Park Slope’s own public high school sports team, the John Jay Jaguars, are representing in the Public School Athletic League (PSAL) playoff tournaments, as well. The Jaguars Girls fencing team took 1st place citywide in Fencing-Foil; Boys volleyball is in the semifinals; baseball and softball are starting their playoff bids. It is exciting to watch playoff games and hope your team succeeds. But so much of the energy around these contests seems to be defined by mistakes, both as they happen and then for stretches of time after. 

There is a lot of pressure on athletes, and the officials that judge them, to be perfect, but perfect is not possible. Any successful, or simply satisfied, sport-involved person understands that mistakes have to happen. Heck. Any successful, or simply satisfied, human being understands that mistakes have to happen.  Albert Einstein said: “[a]nyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.”  Making mistakes is such an important part of the road to success that Billie Jean King told us: “[c]hampions keep playing until they get it right. Then they play more.” Mistakes are inevitable. So, if mistakes are clearly a matter of life, why do so many people act like mistakes are horrible? Maybe it’s because mistakes can be so devastatingly memorable.

I was only 11 years old on a fateful Saturday night for New York Mets fans in October 1986. I was awake, though bleary-eyed, watching the 10th inning action of Game 6 of the World Series between the Mets and Boston Red Sox. With two outs, the Mets battled back from a 3-5 deficit thanks to singles from Gary Carter, Kevin Mitchell and then Ray Knight. But it was the ball hit by Mookie Wilson that rolled right through Bill Buckner’s legs that is still talked about, and even academically studied, almost FORTY YEARS later. Buckner’s error allowed Ray Knight to score the Mets’s winning run. 

The lore is that the Mets won the World Series because of that error. But, that’s not even close to reality. There was still another game to play before the Mets would take the World Series in Boston.  The Mets won the World Series because of a combination of successes and errors. Buckner’s error actually only determined that one play. If he hadn’t made the error, and instead got Mookie out at first, the game would still have been tied at the end of the 10th. Ultimately, it would have been someone else’s fault when the Mets won. 

We are so hard on each other and ourselves when we make mistakes. Boston fans relegated Buckner to pariah status, and he never recovered professionally. In his death, his numerous obituaries highlighted this error over his many successes and achievements. It often seems like people enjoy hating others for their mistakes. All that negative energy is destructive internally, and externally. Over my many years in sport as a player, coach and sports official, I have seen plenty of coaches, players and spectators yell at players and officials of all ages after a mistake, saying things like: “what’s wrong with you?” or “why did you do that?” or “what were you thinking?” and  “are you stupid?” I’m never quite sure why these words are spoken aloud. I don’t see any way that these comments could help anyone process a mistake they just made.

Others take the opportunity to make light of mistakes, by laughing or imitating. These attempts are often intended, or received, as belittling to the one whose error is being highlighted. The one who made the mistake will often be the first to make fun of the error. My son often makes such humorous efforts on the volleyball court. If he misses a clear opportunity, he will roll on the floor unnecessarily and shake his head as if he doesn’t know what went wrong… then smile and laugh. I usually see these responses in my son and others as a coping mechanism, to shield themselves from the potential humiliation offered by others that often comes after their mistakes. These self-deprecating expressions are also easiest to offer when the stakes are low.

I can almost understand needing to groan and moan, or even laugh, when professionals in an athletic environment disappoint you by not being perfect. However, when you think it’s appropriate to similarly protest a kid who isn’t living up to your expectations, it’s time to reevaluate your expectations, and truly accept the reality of mistakes.

There are significant consequences when we make a big deal out of mistakes. One of the main reasons kids leave sports is because of how grown ups (and their friends) react to their mistakes, even at a young age. All the research tells us that children develop best in environments where they are not afraid to make mistakes. When kids are encouraged to try, and supported when they fail, they learn that mistakes are necessary for growth. The cool thing is, once a child gets the kind of support that acknowledges mistakes as part of the process, they actually make FEWER mistakes in the future because they don’t have the added stress on them to perform; they just do it.

Now, I’m not saying that it’s best to ignore mistakes. I think mistakes should be identified, acknowledged, and processed. If the goal of this interaction is to get correction in the future, I would recommend this process be done with kindness and grace. 

As I started my role as a baseball/softball umpire and volleyball referee, I was worried about making a mistake. I knew mistakes would come; I’ve seen enough sports officials make errors, and had no expectation that I would break the mold and be perfect. My fear about mistakes had to do with how others would respond to them. Would people still respect me? Would they argue with me? Would they consider hurting me? I processed these concerns with anyone who wanted to hear me. It was during one of these exchanges that someone told me of the experience of a professional sports official they knew. Early in this official’s professional career they acknowledged a mistake they made and had an eye opening interaction with the impacted professional athlete. As they told me this story, I expected the story-telling was designed to make me feel more confident. However, that was not at all the point. It was a warning.

When the professional sports official in question was new to their craft, a very famous player in their sport got upset at the new official for “missing a call”. The new official took this player’s comments to heart and reviewed the recording of that play numerous times over the next few days. The official determined the player was right; the new official HAD missed the call. The next time the official was set to work a game for that player, the official approached the player to make a mea culpa. The official expected the player to thank them for their thoughtfulness and appreciate their retrospection. Instead, the player simply said something to the effect of: “Don’t do it again.” Ouch. 

That professional athlete was being unreasonable. That official has and will continue to make mistakes.  Now, those mistakes are more likely to be reviewed and overturned through replay/challenge structures that are more prominent than ever. But, no matter how many times an official’s call is overturned, they will still make mistakes, because mistakes are inevitable. (Within the decade much of the ado related to the mistakes of sport officials will likely be moot as technology develops to provide ways to make these calls with scientific accuracy.)

Some players play it safe so that they don’t make mistakes, but they still suffer the wrath of others. Think about a baserunner ignoring the coach’s steal sign, a center driving with the ball down the lane passing the basketball back to the perimeter, or an outside hitter tipping a tightly set volleyball, to name a few. Some coaches challenge these players for not “playing it hard” on every play. In these moments, these players will tell you that they have made a calculated decision to not go hard because they believe going hard would lead to an error. They also believe that if they go hard and make that error, they will be further penalized by the coach, and/or the crowd. So, they make a calculated decision to avoid the error, but also potentially miss an opportunity. Having watched, and made, these kinds of decisions in real-time, these players are usually making the best decision they can. Coaches, fellow players and spectators should support players to make the decisions they are most comfortable with.

Other athletes seem to give it their all on every play, even when the chance of success from their effort is slim. In these moments, it looks like the player just wants to get the mistake out of the way. I see these kinds of kids all the time in baseball and softball games with the under 12 year olds in Prospect Park. These players get to the plate, settle in quickly, and then swing at the first 3 pitches they see. I observed one such player this past weekend. Before each pitch was thrown, the player uttered loud enough for me and the catcher to hear: “Hit me. Come on. Hit me.” When I first heard it, I wondered what the kid was thinking. But I quickly realized that as the player swung at each incoming pitch no matter where it was, the player wanted out of that pressure filled role as soon as possible. They welcomed a potentially painful hit-by-pitch to avoid the stress of the inevitable personal mistake.

If you’re like me, you are likely to watch a few hundred mistakes happen in real time in athletic contests in the next few days, weeks or months. Do everyone a favor: emotionally prepare for these mistakes and then accept their eventuality. Some mistakes will benefit the team you’re rooting for, others will sting as they relegate your team to the status of “loser.” Instead of focusing on the mistakes, save your energy to celebrate a success, however broadly you need to define it. 

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The Power of Huddles

April 19, 2024 By Kathryn Krase Filed Under: Dispatches From Babyville, Park Slope Life

When you watch or play team sports you will undoubtedly experience “the huddle”. These are the times when groups of athletes on the same team come together, with or without their coach, often during time outs or other breaks in the action. If you’ve never played a team sport you might have no idea what happens during these huddles. And, if you’ve played tons of sports you might take huddles for granted. Huddles are vital in sport, and in life.

Huddles serve multiple purposes, sometimes simultaneously. Huddles are used to plan and convey strategy, as well as provide encouragement. Teams “huddle up” to share information. Teams “huddle up” to comfort each other. Teams “huddle up” to energize each other. Teams “huddle up” to teach each other. No matter the specific reason at the given time, the huddle makes the team a team, for better or for worse. Huddles are vital for honesty and communication. 

I’ve been playing team sports since I was 9. I can still remember the feeling, if not the content, of some of the first team huddles I participated in. My local St. Savior’s softball coach, Jim Cohen, would bring together the group of girls into a huddle before games, in between innings and at the end of the game. He’d use the huddle to motivate us, while instructing us. He would give us corrective guidance, with a little bit of gruff. In those moments, we knew he was our leader, but he was also our biggest cheerleader. He brought a rag-tag group of girls together, who hadn’t won a single game the previous season, and made us a championship team the next year. That kind of transformation doesn’t just happen on the field, through play, but can be largely attributed to the power of huddles.

Since September 1997, I have played volleyball weekly with an amazing group of women. We huddle before the game starts, during time outs, and then sometimes after the game at a bar or restaurant. These huddles are largely “leaderless”. There is no coach in this group, but we turn to each other as leaders in many ways. Through these huddles we have made a family of sorts. We’ve gotten each other through births, illnesses and deaths. The huddle is powerful with this crew.

As a team sports player of 40 years (ouch…), coach of almost 20 years (omg…) and an official of just about a year (woo hoo…), I’ve seen my fair share of huddles, good and bad. Huddles can make or break a team. Huddles can propel singular and collective athletes to the greatest accomplishments of their lives, or they can fail miserably. 

Bad huddles are usually those where the coach just talks the whole time, oftentimes with mostly negative emotion. In bad huddles, you see athletes struggling to stay connected. They stare off, or down at the ground. If you’ve lost the athlete in the huddle, you can’t expect them to put it back together on the court, field, pitch, etc.  If there’s no significant engagement or positivity, the huddle hurts, instead of helping.

This past year, the huddle has been vital to me in life, even more than sport. Around this time last year I was given shocking news: I was diagnosed with a brain aneurysm. A brain aneurysm is a bulge or ballooning of an artery in your brain; it suggests a weakening of the blood vessel. Aneurysms in any part of the body, but especially the brain, are dangerous, but do not always require treatment. It is estimated that about 1 in 50 people walking around have brain aneurysms, and 90% of them will never cause problems. But, when aneurysms burst, especially brain aneurysms, people often die. Each year, about 30,000 Americans have a ruptured brain aneurysm and about 500,000 people die from them around the world. Half the victims of brain aneurysms are under 50. I was 47 when they found my aneurysm.

I didn’t have symptoms. It was what they call an “incidental finding”. They found the aneurysm through a head MRI for another condition. That other condition is not life threatening, but requires medication management and regular imaging. You can imagine my shock when I was reading the lab report on my MRI less than a day after having the test, but before I heard from my doctor. The condition I was being treated for was continuing to improve (great news). And then… 

“Possible 1 to 2 mm aneurysm of the supraclinoid left internal carotid artery.” I was reading this report on my phone in the passenger seat of our car, my husband in the driver’s seat, while on the way to our son’s first high school volleyball game of the spring 2023 season. I started bemoaning how irresponsible the radiologist was who authored this report and erroneously suggested I had a brain aneurysm. I was in complete denial, complaining to my husband, and then my phone rang. It was my doctor. Recognition of reality clicked as I picked up her call. I didn’t say hello. Just: “I have an aneurysm?”. She told me that it looked like it. She had already shown the images to the best neurosurgeon at NYU. He said “don’t worry too much. Small aneurysms are common. Let’s get more imaging ASAP”.  We set up an appointment with him just days later. The most important huddling of my life, thus far, was about to get started.

As we entered the gym to watch the volleyball game, I was still on the phone with the doctor. When I got off the phone, my initial team huddle was already in place. My husband and sister were there. A few quick calls, and my mother and other sister were in place. The key to a good huddle when things aren’t looking good is to NOT freak out. Negative energy begets negative energy. My initial huddle acknowledged the stress and fear, but highlighted the words of the expert: “small aneurysms are common”, etc. Unfortunately, the subsequent images and multiple appointments with experts from the best hospitals in the world confirmed that I would need surgery. I was going to need a lot of huddling.

When you know you need a huddle, it also matters who is called into the huddle. Sometimes the whole team comes together; sometimes the coach pulls one player aside, while the rest of the team circles up. Sometimes, like in American football, the different “teams” (offense, defense, special, etc.) huddle separately. The choices around huddles should be deliberate. I made choices over the course of weeks and months about who to huddle with, and which huddles were for which purposes. 

I quickly summoned the local moms huddle. I let them all know what I was facing, and that I didn’t know what support I needed, but hoped they would be there to provide it when I figured it out. They helped me meet my needs, and ensured that my son’s needs were covered. They stepped up for me, and I am forever grateful. 

There is the daily huddle with college friends, thanks to the Marco Polo video messaging app. This crew is vital for the spontaneous huddle. Wherever I was, whatever time of day or night, they were there to listen, and respond. Through this huddle, I could privately cry, but not be alone in that moment. 

My mom is key to the doctor’s appointment huddle.  It’s important to have the right combination of experience for these particular kinds of huddles. Doctor’s appointment huddles don’t always feel like the patient is on the same team with the medical care providers. It can sometimes feel like us against them. That’s not the vibe you want for life threatening medical events. My mom was my co-captain in these huddles. She and I planned our questions for the doctors beforehand, executed them in the moment, and regrouped afterwards to process. While I ultimately made a decision that she struggled to support, delaying treatment when the doctor said it was ok, she did not leave the huddle. Huddles can be challenging. 

And then there is the family huddle, with unconditional group hugs and vital honest reflection with and from my husband and son. The morning after I read that life-changing report my husband asked me how I was doing. My response: “I’m alive, so I guess I’m good”. Our teenage son was always willing to give a hug when asked, but preferred to avoid too much huddling. For huddles to be most effective, participant preferences should be identified and respected. Then, when the huddles happen, they’re most meaningful.

Huddles are also important tools for identifying strengths and challenges for the various team members. Some people shine in the huddle; others fade away. My husband, for instance, really stepped up. He’s used to waiting in the wings in our family huddles, and unlikely to be called into service in a “major league” kinda way. Over the 4+ months from my diagnosis, through eventual surgery, and past my recovery, he was on pointe.  When all was said and done though, he needed some time to himself, to recuperate and recharge. Being on a team, especially in a high stress environment, can be exhausting.  

In August 2023 I had surgery to insert a pipeline embolization stent to support my left carotid artery just past the ophthalmic branch. The procedure was done through angiogram technology, which thankfully meant no need to open my skull. The stent was snaked into my wrist, through my chest, and up into my brain.  Recovery was minor, by comparison to other surgeries, but not without lingering effects. 

I’ve been on blood thinning medication since surgery. I can’t play volleyball while on this medication. There is considerable risk of minor head injury while playing volleyball. And while on blood thinners there is no such thing as ”minor” head injury. I hope that some test I’m having in the next few weeks will mean that I can stop the medication later this month. At that time, I’ll be cleared to play volleyball again.

It’s been just over 6 months since I’ve played volleyball. This limitation has caused me considerable sadness. You could say I’ve been “sidelined” but not completely been off the court. I’ve coached and officiated since the surgery, and watched plenty of my son’s games, but not yet played. Returning to the volleyball court to play will be a momentous occasion that I will be sure to celebrate. But it’s not just action on the court that I’ll be thankful for. I may have been part of thousands of team huddles over my 48 years on this planet, but I will never take another huddle for granted. They’re just too important to sport, and life.

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The Big Picture: Whose Vision for a Community Should Be Realized?

January 25, 2024 By Kathryn Krase Filed Under: Uncategorized

Unlike Chicago, NYC’s waterfront and waterways were never adequately protected by anyone’s vision, but instead, abused. Living close to the “Superfund”ed, and still sewage-infested, Gowanus Canal, I am acutely aware of this reality. At the same time, I am awestruck at the rate at which dozens of buildings, with thousands of luxury rental units, are literally popping up before our eyes on the banks of a still contaminated industrial waterway. 

In early November, I flew into Chicago with my family. We were on our way to a volleyball tournament for my son. My husband had never been to Chicago before, but I had. Approaching at night, the clarity of Chicago’s skyline was awesome. Over the central business district, we saw the grid of the city streets.  My husband remarked: “the streets are so straight!”. And they are. There’s a lot about Chicago that is remarkable: the clean streets, the multi-leveled central business district that separates pedestrian movements from truck traffic, and the amazing waterfront park spaces.

he next day, after watching some tournament play, my husband and I boarded a river boat for the “best boat tour of Chicago”, offered through the Chicago Architecture Center. We learned about the buildings abutting the Chicago river, the waterfront spaces, and the history of the development and protection of this well planned city with very straight streets. We also came to realize, by stark contrast, how our home city of New York, and specifically Brooklyn, has not been as well planned, or protected.

If you haven’t been to Chicago, it’s like a smaller and cleaner New York. It’s got some hustle and bustle, but plenty of space to spread out if mayhem is not your thing. One of the most impressive characteristics of Chicago is the beautiful lakefront. The frontage of the Great Lake Michigan within the Chicago city limits has largely been protected from industrial and commercial development. The effort to protect the lakefront started in the early 1800s with the creation of a “public ground” proviso to protect a mile stretch of the lakefront around where the Chicago River meets Lake Michigan. Decades later, the aftermath of the Great Chicago Fire of 1871 led to the dumping of debris along the banks of the lake, creating landfill. Chicago’s leaders planned to use this newly made land to create a civic center, along with a power plant and stables for wagons and horses. The Chicago-based industrialist and “catalog king”, Montgomery Ward, had another vision. He spent 20 years and a small fortune fighting the municipal and private efforts to develop this land for commercial and municipal use. His work ultimately preserved miles of lakefront for public parkland, and inspired efforts to preserve many miles more. 

In 1909, Montgomery Ward reflected on his efforts:

Had I known in 1890 how long it would take me to preserve a park for the people against their will, I doubt I would have undertaken it. I think there is not another man in Chicago who would have spent the money I have spent in this fight with certainty that gratitude would be denied as interest… I fought for the poor people of Chicago… not the millionaires. Here is park frontage on the lake… which city officials would crowd with buildings, transforming the breathing spot for the poor into a showground of the educated rich. I do not think it is right.

I have been considering, and then contrasting, Ward’s vision and efforts with those underway in New York City, and Brooklyn more specifically, to “develop”. This reflection has me wondering: whose vision should matter when it comes to decisions about community development and preservation? 

Unlike Chicago, NYC’s waterfront and waterways were never adequately protected by anyone’s vision, but instead, abused. Living close to the “Superfund”ed, and still sewage-infested, Gowanus Canal, I am acutely aware of this reality. At the same time, I am awestruck at the rate at which dozens of buildings, with thousands of luxury rental units, are literally popping up before our eyes on the banks of a still contaminated industrial waterway. The news coverage of these efforts focus on how important these efforts are to bring more “affordable housing” to our area. However, the definition of “affordable” is questionable to me. 

The housingconnect.nyc.gov website lists opportunities to rent privately developed “affordable” housing units across New York City. Viewing this list on 11/23/2023, I saw an upcoming lottery for 4 studio units in a building at 100 Flatbush/ 505 State Street in Downtown Brooklyn. These studios are only available for 1 or 2 person households making an income between $29,109 to $39,560 and $45,200, respectively. The rent for the unit would be $763. Seems like a steal for a studio in that location. But that’s $9,156 in rent annually, NOT including electric (and the units have electric stoves). How can someone making $30,000 per year, and bringing home less, afford that?  There are 8 one-bedroom units in that same building being held for 1-3 person households making between $73,886 to $98,900, 113,000 and 127,100 per year, respectively. The rent is $2,155 per month, or $25,860 per year. That’s a home mortgage in most of the rest of the country, but as rent in Brooklyn it has no benefit of tax deductibility. There will be 441 total units in that building, with 45 of them protected by these “affordability” requirements.  The other 396 units will be market rate, with most renting for $6000-$10,000 per month! The one major benefit of the “affordable” unit leases is that they are rent-stabilized. The renters, however, must stay within the income limitations, or else forfeit their rent protections. 

The vision for the 2021 rezoning of a large swath of Gowanus was to bring 8500 new dwelling units to the area, along with high hopes for containing housing costs.  The 3000 “affordable” new units from the plan make up about 35% of the units coming to Gowanus. About 425 of those “affordable units” will be reserved for households 

with incomes at or below 50% of the “Average Median Income” (or about $51,000 for a family of 3). These MOST affordable units in the Gowanus Rezoning are almost all being built on and adjacent to the site of the former Citzen’s Manufactured Gas Plant, amid significant concerns for the thoroughness of the environmental remediation effort and long term health consequences. 

The other 5500 new units coming to Gowanus through the vision of the larger rezoning will be offered at “market rate”. Perusing streeteasy.com, you find current “market rate” for recently built luxury rentals in Gowanus range from $2800- $6600 per month for an apartment with 1 bedroom and 1 bathroom. As these units have come online, they have driven the average rent of non-stabilized area apartments up, as well. Area rents have increased 20-30% over the past year. 

Gowanus has yet to realize the vision of affordable housing touted by politicians, and celebrated across the newspapers and other media coverage. And now, a new vision for a significant portion of Windsor Terrace was recently unveiled. If you haven’t heard, the owners of the Arrow Linen Supply commercial laundry business on Prospect Avenue between 8th and 9th Avenues have a plan to “upzone” most of the block where they’ve grown their business for over half a century. Arrow Linen has not identified a developer for the project they propose in their rezoning application; they probably don’t have the means to develop the property themselves.  So, it’s more likely their vision for this rezoning is to make their own property more valuable to sell to real estate developers. 

Under the current R5B zoning of the lots in the Arrow Linen proposal, around 80 brand new residential units could be developed on the site. Instead, the Arrow Linen application for rezoning to R7-1, would allow for the building of two 13-story towers, two 7-story towers, and five 4-story buildings on the site. The envisioned project would develop 244-352 new residential units, 61-88 of which would be “affordable” by similar standards to the 100 Flatbush/505 State Street offerings; that is, IF the eventual developer complies with certain mandatory inclusionary housing programs (which aren’t so mandatory). The other 183-264 units on the site would be “market rate”, likely resulting in RAISING the already high market rate for rentals in Windsor Terrace. The plans offered by Arrow Linen in their rezoning plan are NOT necessarily the plans for the eventual development of the site. After a zoning change were to take effect, there are plenty of other options that could be built, with many variables at play. For instance, there are a significant number of lots that would be rezoned by the plan that are not owned by Arrow Linen, and therefore, not included in their vision. 

Arrow Linen’s vision is not consistent with the vision of their neighbors, or the larger community. A large proportion of the Windsor Terrace community is organizing a response to this rezoning proposal through a group called “Arrow Action” (www.arrowaction.org). Arrow Action’s rally cry is: “Housing not Highrises”. The organized coalition stands for “more housing that works in our neighborhood”, and “a thoughtful, comprehensive approach to zoning”. Others within the community have a different vision; they flat out oppose any change in zoning. Both have concerns about the impact that the proposed plan would have on the density of the population in the area, the loss of sunlight to surrounding lots, and environmental impacts, specifically related to existing sewer and water main issues on that block. And yes. There are concerns about traffic and parking.

Concerns about scale and scope are not unanimously held in the community. A seemingly small minority of current community members welcome Arrow Linen’s vision for Windsor Terrace. They seem open to any number of new housing units, under the mis-guided assumption that more rental units of housing will mean reduction in area market rents. 

In addition to the visions of community members, there are the visions of outsiders, like Open New York, a new-to-the-scene policy advocacy organization. The self-proclaimed YIMBY (“Yes In My Back Yard”) group, founded by real estate investors and brokers with deep pockets, not surprisingly supports the Arrow Linen vision. They have an online petition in support of the project that has garnered 182 signatures over four weeks; more than 800 short of their goal of 1000. Largely funded by a million dollar grant from Open Philanthropy, a California based foundation supported by the private wealth of Facebook co-founder Dustin Moskovitz and his wife Cari, Open New York works to mobilize communities to say “Yes” to residential and commercial development; but they don’t seem to actually work in, or with, the actual communities they’re trying to mobilize. Open New York recruits members to their organization who share their vision of “market-based” solutions to NYC’s housing crisis without offering support for their theory through evidence. Open New York member voices are called to action to speak in support of development in almost any form at community board and city council hearings, even if the members have little or no connection with the community impacted by proposed change. Wouldn’t it be great if, instead, this level of wealth and organization focused on mobilizing existing community members towards a shared vision for their own future. Visions of change could be offered, evaluated and debated, and not forced down people’s throats.

I sat in a recent meeting of the “Arrow Action” group just hours after returning from Chicago, While the Windsor Terrace community meeting allowed the sharing of various perspectives on the current rezoning plan, one reality became clear: the community does not have ultimate control over the vision of zoning in Windsor Terrace; policymakers do. 

At this meeting, New York State Assemblymember Robert “Bobby” Carroll, who has no power in New York City level zoning policy, laid it out: expect a rezoning to happen on this site. Period. But, he offered, the community has an opportunity to collaborate with Community Board 7 and District 39 Councilmember Shahana Hanif to come to an informed compromise. A vocal group of community members were not happy with Assemblymember Carroll for “giving up” so easily. But Assemblymember Carroll’s important point was that he believes the community should have a role in shaping the vision for its own future, even if they don’t get the final word.

Last year, I personally worked tirelessly to bring community voice to the vision for a rezoning of Gowanus’s 9th Street corridor, separate from the larger previous Gowanus rezoning plan. We collaborated across constituencies from different perspectives, towards a shared goal. The local businesses, renters and property owners did not agree on everything, but we were united under the shared vision that the community at large, and not just a single property owner, should participate in decisions about our collective future. We were called NIMBY’s, directly challenged by Open New York members in zoom meeting chats and on social media, and painted in the (real estate industry dominated) press as selfish people, resistant to change. 

Luckily, Councilmember Hanif shared a vision for community involvement in shaping the future of our community. We met a compromise that satisfied all local players, including the single property owner seeking to line their own pockets through the rezoning application, much like Arrow Linen. But community power and compromise dismayed the powerful real estate industry. In the aftermath of this community success, I was lied to and misquoted by so-called journalists, and then raked over the coals on Twitter (now “X”) by trolls. Councilmember Hanif continues to be blasted for her role in the compromise. It’s hard to find an article about rezoning in New York City that doesn’t take an unfair and untrue swipe at her for “missed opportunities”. 

There are some significant differences between the Arrow Linen proposal and the 9th Street rezoning proposal. The 9th Street proposal came on the heels of the larger 2021 Gowanus rezoning. The only recent nearby rezoning comparable to the Arrow Linen proposal is the International Baptist Park Church site on Park Circle, by the Parade Grounds. Construction there is almost completed, resulting in the addition of 278 apartments, including 70 “affordable units”. The Park Circle rezoning, like the 9th Street rezoning, involved a change to residential zoning from another zoning classification. The International Baptist Park Church could have built a tall hotel or storage facility without a zoning change. A hotel or large storage facility was not part of then-Councilmember Brad Lander’s vision for the area. As a result, he supported the Park Circle rezoning after securing a commitment from the identified developer to a higher level of affordability. Much of the local community was dismayed. They expressed significant concerns including that the scale of the project was out of character with the neighborhood, the addition of hundreds of luxury units would lead to gentrification in the area, and there would be increased pressure on the already taxed transportation, sewer and sanitation systems.

 

Unlike the 9th Street and Park Circle rezoning proposals, the Arrow Linen site is already zoned residential. Without a change in zoning, 80+ residential units could be developed on the existing Arrow Linen lots. There’s got to be some entity interested in doing just that, without a zoning change. But that’s not Arrow Linen’s vision. Arrow Linen’s vision is not about the future of Windsor Terrace; it’s about the future of their bank account. Changing the zoning classification would allow the property owners to sell the property for significantly more money. The vision of a single property owner seeking to personally enrich themselves will alter the entire character of a well-established community under the guise of improving the community, even against significant, and even overwhelming opposition from the community itself. I’m not particularly comfortable with this. Are you? 

I think about whose vision for the future of a community should be realized. Should it be the vision of local business owners, like Montgomery Ward or Arrow Linen? Should community outsiders, like Open New York, determine a community’s fate? What priority should be given to the vision of the people who live in that community?  Should the vision of elected officials who represent a community be different from the majority of those who live in the community? Should access to resources, like money and media control, give one vision more power over another?

Beneficent intentions are touted by all visions presented in these current Brooklyn neighborhood development debates.  Simultaneously, all sides claim malicious intentions from their opposition. There is no trusted arbiter to resolve these conflicts. These debates will always result in winners and losers, and ultimately disrupt community cohesion, unless there is compromise and conciliation. 

I implore everyone to take a position on this, or any, issue that will impact their community. But, I beg of everyone to work towards a shared vision. That vision might not be perfect, or meet everyone’s goals. But, maybe. Just maybe, 100+ years from now, someone flying over Brooklyn will find beauty in what they see. 

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The Big Picture

November 9, 2023 By Kathryn Krase Filed Under: Park Slope Life, Sports

The nice view of the Umpire.

In the past few months, I’ve had some pretty significant realizations about perspective. I don’t often consider subjective interpretations of observable phenomena. However, I’ve come to accept that your physical and emotional perspective can significantly impact WHAT you literally see. Your perspective doesn’t impact what is actually there, or what objectively happens. But, your perspective can influence what you’re looking for, and ultimately can make you sure that you saw something that didn’t even happen.

I, honestly, didn’t realize just how much what I saw could differ so drastically from what others saw, when looking at the same thing. If someone saw something differently from what I saw, I figured they were either wrong, or at least physically seeing things differently. However, my experiences as a new baseball/softball umpire this past spring highlighted how what one sees is influenced by both what they think they’re supposed to see, and also what they want to see. I’ve played and coached these sports for decades, and I’ve witnessed and been a part of my fair share of plays. I assumed that my experienced perspective would help me be a better sports official. I’ve since realized that my coaching and player experience is very different from my perspective as an official, literally and figuratively.

When you’re coaching baseball, softball, or any other sport for that matter, you’re watching the game from one particular perspective, that of a coach. As a baseball or softball coach, in particular, you want to see something specific, especially with a pitch. As a coach, you want to see that pitch within the strike zone without a swing when that pitcher on the mound is your own player. But when the pitcher is not your own player and it’s YOUR batter up at plate, you want to see that pitch out of the strike zone. So, as a coach, you moan or groan at calls you disagree with only when they don’t favor the outcome you seek, and not whether they’re the right or wrong call. Let’s be serious: coaches don’t have any view on a pitched ball to see if it’s actually in the strike zone. Coaches in the dugout or coaching base runners at 1st or 3rd base have absolutely NO perspective to allow for a determination as to whether a pitch has fallen within the approximately 1.4- 2 square foot zone that extends from the batter’s knee caps to their armpits, depending on the rules any particular league is following. When a coach moans and groans about a called pitch, it’s because they didn’t get the outcome they wanted: a called strike if the pitcher is their player, or a called ball if the batter is their player. The coach’s reaction to an umpire’s call is not necessarily related to the reality of where that ball traveled through the air as it reached home plate. 

The person with the best perspective on the location of that pitch is the plate umpire, the official behind home plate. The plate umpire is right there. They’ve set themselves up in exactly the right position so that they can see if that pitch crosses the plate or not, and whether the height of the pitch is appropriate to the height and stance of the batter. 

You might argue that the batter has a valuable perspective to make a determination about balls and strikes, but they don’t. The batter can’t accurately see if that pitch is a strike or not because the batter’s looking at the ball; they’re not looking at the plate.They actually don’t even see the plate if they’re doing what they’re supposed to do, which is “keeping their eye on the ball”. The batter makes educated guesses about when they should swing and where they should swing based on what they see about the pitcher’s motion and the trajectory of the ball as it comes at them. The batter’s not even really sure of where that ball is in space, unless and until they hit it.

You could argue the pitcher can make a pretty good call on their own pitch. They’ve got an unobstructed view of the plate, after all. But, the pitcher’s perspective has two problems: they’re up to 60.5 feet away from where the ball ultimately ends, and… they have “skin in the game”. That connection to the outcome of the call skews your perspective more than most people will admit. 

You might think that the catcher would be the person in the best position to see the pitch and whether it’s a strike or not. They’ve got an unobstructed view of the pitch coming towards them, and are far enough away to see all the contours of home plate. Their head is generally at the level of the strike zone, too. But there are some major concerns circling the mind of the catcher that make them less likely than the umpire to make the right call. The catcher isn’t just observing the pitch, they are working the pitch. The catcher is making rapid decisions on their own effort as the ball is coming at them. They are not just thinking “where is the ball? Did it come in over the plate? To the right or the left? High or low?” The catcher is thinking: “Am I gonna catch this? Am I gonna stop this ball? Am I gonna get hit in the head by a desperate batter swinging their bat with no limited awareness of where the ball is? Am I gonna allow that runner from 3rd base to score if the wildly pitched ball gets past me? And you. Runner on first base. I see you taking a big lead. Take an extra step and I’ll get you out before you can dive back to first.” So, although the catcher is in a great physical location to consider whether or not that pitch is a strike, the catcher is not mentally prepared to make a decision about whether or not that pitch was in the zone. They are pre-occupied by their actual role in the ball game, and their perspective is not objective.

The plate umpire is in the best position, physically and mentally, to make the determination on that pitch, regardless of what the parents in left field foul territory are screaming, or even the parents behind the backstop. Those backstop parents can be the worst. They think because they’re behind the umpire they have the same view. But they don’t. They can’t even see the entire plate from that angle. The umpire, catcher AND batter are all obscuring their view. But, that doesn’t stop them from opening up their mouths and loudly complaining. 

When anyone moans or groans about an umpire’s call, it’s usually not because they didn’t didn’t get the call that should have been made based on what they saw; it’s because they didn’t get the call they wanted. And what they think they saw is related to what they wanted, even if it wasn’t actually what happened.

The umpire is in the best position to objectively see that pitch. If the teams have played their cards right the umpire really doesn’t care if the pitch is a strike or a ball because the umpire shouldn’t care who wins or loses. However, when coaches, players and spectators loudly question the umpire’s ability, or visual acumen, the umpire might not feel particularly objective. Umpires are human, and what we see can also be skewed by what we hope to see. So, when people moan and groan at umpires, they’re actually making it less likely that an umpire will be objective on a future call. How’s that for a great reason to shut the heck up?

Umpires don’t just make calls on pitches. They also make calls on plays in the field. Did the ball get caught by a fielder making contact with the base before the runner came in contact with that base? Did the baserunner get tagged? These are usually simple calls, but sometimes they are more difficult than observers would think. Oftentimes, other parties to a play, including baserunners, fielders and even some coaches (but rarely spectators), are in a better position than a plate or field umpire to view the important components of a play. But, just because these players and coaches might have a better literal perspective on the play, they might not actually have the objectivity to see the play clearly.

Fielders, runners and base coaches sometimes might be in a better position than the umpire making the call, because umpires have physical and space limitations. In major league baseball games there are FOUR umpires on the field at any given time, each with a specific role. The umpires work together as a team, but their individual roles are distinct. And, yes, even the most experienced and highly regarded umpires get overruled by video replay technology and appeal processes every once in a while. In almost all of the games I have umpired, I was the only umpire on the field. No team of experts. Just me. A single umpire in that position has to do the job that otherwise takes four people to competently perform. 

As the only umpire covering a game, I have to be prepared for many different roles. I position myself behind the plate for most of the game, because that’s where most of my work will be done: calling balls and strikes. When a ball is hit onto the field, or a runner attempts a steal, I have to quickly jump up, remove my mask and find a physical space where I ensure that I have the clearest view on the play that I anticipate I’m going to need to call. 

With only one set of eyes, I use my knowledge and experience of the game, along with my expectations of the ability of the players on the field, to determine where I should look. First, I have to look at the trajectory of the batted ball. I have to make a determination of whether the ball was caught, or not, and where in relation to the dimensions of the field the ball contacted a fielder or the ground. At that point, if the ball is still live and in play I have more decisions to make about what to look at. 

Should I look at whether the runner who just hit the ball reaches first base before a play is made there? Or, based on where the ball was hit, and the skill of which fielder receives it, should I look at another runner who’s running from 1st, 2nd or 3rd base. I might need to determine whether one or multiple baserunners successfully make it to their next base. Luckily, there’s only one ball on play at any given time, so there is no need to make simultaneous calls on how a ball is played. However, the umpire has to pay attention to other happenings on that field that don’t relate to the ball, at all. 

For instance, baserunners are required to touch bases, and the umpire is responsible for observing such contact in case the opposing team appeals that a runner missed a base. Fielders are not allowed to obstruct baserunners in their progress around the bases, and umpires are responsible for recognizing such, and awarding baserunners the appropriate base as a penalty. Sometimes the umpire has to make assumptions about something that has happened on the field, because they can’t possibly witness simultaneous occurrences too far apart to physically observe in the same view. There is a lot going on in the field, and the umpire is expected to know what to look at, and have an objective perspective on everything they see. 

In situations when all of the meaningful attention is on one particular interaction on the field involving the ball, a fielder, and a baserunner, the umpire is in the best position, literally and figuratively, to make a call on a close play than any other actors, on and off the field. Players, coaches and fans are likely to be looking at that play subjectively: they are looking for what they want to happen, and, therefore, might see what might not have actually occurred. Umpires are most likely to be looking at what needs to be seen, and to see what actually happens. 

In one particular softball game this past spring, all of this crystallized for me. There was a close play on a runner advancing from 2nd to 3rd base on a ground ball. There was no one running from 1st to 2nd base, so there was no force on the play at 3rd base. The fielder could not simply touch the base after securing the ball before the runner arrived to make an out; the runner would need to be tagged by the fielder with the ball in their possession in order to make an out. From the position I took in front of home plate, between the catcher and the pitcher, after the ball passed the pitcher, I had a great view of the runner as they progressed to 3rd base. I could clearly see both relevant fielders: I looked at the shortstop as they received the ground ball, then turned towards 3rd base and threw the ball; I watched as the 3rd base player stepped on the base and outstretched their gloved hand to receive the throw; I watched the 3rd base player’s glove as the ball entered the pocket, and they brought their glove down to block the runner’s path to the base; I saw the runner attempt to avoid the tag by sliding in the dirt. It was close. The closest play I had to call all game, but not all season. I called the runner out. 

The fielders were thrilled. The runner accepted their fate and stood up and walked back towards their team’s dugout behind the first base line. I heard the moans and groans from the runner’s team in the first base dugout, and that team’s parents behind it. And I heard the coaches. Boy did I hear the coaches. One coach came out of the dugout with his arms over his head yelling at me. “Anyone watching that play saw that she was safe. THERE WAS NO WAY YOU SAW HER OUT.” He clearly saw the play differently than I did (or he was lying about what he saw in the hopes it would change my mind, but does that really work on an umpire? Please tell me “no”.) 

Based on his reaction, and the reactions of those around him, I believe he genuinely saw something completely different than I did. But what the coach and others saw is likely based on what they were looking for, and hoped to see. The coaches, players, and parents for the runner’s team were probably focused on the runner in the play. They saw their runner doing everything right. The coaches, players and parents for the runner’s team were probably not looking at the details of the fielders’ work. They were probably so focused on watching their player attempt the first slide of the game, that they didn’t see the third base player catch the ball and tag the runner before she made contact with 3rd base. They weren’t looking at it, or for it, and therefore didn’t see it, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.

Though short on experience umpiring, I am long on experience coaching. I was not going to argue with the coach. I knew I had looked at all the right parts of the play. I called what I saw. There was no way I was overturning my own call. So, I simply turned to him, looked him in the eye, smiled and said “ok”. I was not agreeing with him and I was not going to change my call, either. I then looked past the coach into the dugout as I called for their next batter. The game went on. 

The runner’s team eventually won the game. It wasn’t even close. That call didn’t impact the outcome of the game. They were looking for the win, and they ultimately got what they were looking for, even if they didn’t get the call. 

Filed Under: Park Slope Life, Sports

You Don’t Mess with the Ump

June 22, 2023 By Kathryn Krase Filed Under: Sports

Any parent with a child involved in sports these days knows there is a shortage of officials, referees, umpires, etc. School, recreational, and travel/club leagues across the country are canceling games and shrinking tournaments because they cannot find the officials the need. Demand is high, and growing, after the COVID19 pandemic “sidelined” most sports. But, established officials are also leaving the game, and new blood is reluctant to step in. Why? Because there’s a serious problem with harassment and assault of officials.

We’ve all seen the news headlines: “Harassment causing umpires to quit in droves”; “NJ umpire, 72, with broken jaw, concussion sues coach over assault at youth game”; “Stalked into a dark parking lot: Umpires reveal their biggest fear”. Or how about this one: “[f]ormer NHL referee Tim Peel has been accused of berating two teenage referees following a youth hockey game in Missouri”. Seriously? This guy, in particular, should know better.

Over my 15 years of coaching, I have seen my fair share of harassment of officials, though nothing got violent. As a coach, I’ve stepped in between an umpire and a middle aged male coach, 50 pounds larger than me, to make clear the coach was out of line, and needed to step down; Luckily, he did. I’ve also had to remind parents to abide by the Prospect Park Baseball Association’s Rules, including a “Code of Conduct”. The Rules and Code prohibit “heckling”, “distracting & destructive comments”, and threats of any kind. The punishments include ejection, and bans from spectating. 

On a beautiful spring day a few years back, I had an uncomfortable interaction with a step-parent of a new player on our team. A long-time parent from my team let me know this new player’s parent was screaming unkind things at the umpire from their seat a few yards away from home plate. The offending parent was drinking alcohol, which might have contributed to their inappropriate behavior. In between innings, I told the parent that I hadn’t heard what they said, but I was told it was inappropriate. They told me they had the right to say whatever they wanted to; it was a public space. I reminded them they had agreed to the rules when they registered their child. I told them if they continued to harass the umpire, I would require them to leave, or the game would not continue. If their behavior continued beyond that, I would report them to the league, and ask that they be banned from spectating. That parent never returned to watch their child play; the child played with another team in subsequent seasons. I’m fine with that. My team doesn’t need that kind of energy.

Some leagues have responded to these problems with creative anti-harassment policies. The Little League of Deptford Township in New Jersey established a rule that requires any spectator found to be harassing a baseball umpire to serve as a volunteer umpire for three subsequent games before they’d be allowed to return as a spectator. So far, it seems the new rule is making a difference. I’m all for creativity, and I’m also all for stepping up to the plate to help kids. I heeded the call and became both a certified volleyball official and a baseball/softball umpire this past year. 

First up was attending a training for new volleyball officials. I have been playing volleyball competitively since I turned 14 years old. After 4 years of varsity Midwood High School play, I competed through intramurals in college. Since 1997, I have played on a women’s indoor team. I have lived through significant rules changes. I remember the days when you won a set by earning 15 points, not 25, and you could only earn a point on your own team’s serve. I played for years before there was a “Libero” (no matter which way you pronounce it). And, back in my day, you couldn’t touch the ball with your foot, or your head. After thousands of games, I know a “carry” and a “double” when I see it. So, I was pretty confident taking on this new role. 

My confidence only increased when sitting in that new officials training. Of the 20 or so people starting this new role, I was one of 5, maximum, that had ever played volleyball with an official in place. There were only 3 women in the room. We were all middle-aged moms, with experience as players at various levels. We all have teenage players, ourselves. The 2 other volleyball players were men at least a decade younger than the moms. The other 15 new officials in the room were middle-aged men, and older, with experience as basketball and/or baseball/softball officials. One such participant explained that after decades of work in basketball his knees were shot, and he heard that “retiring” to volleyball was the way to “stay in the game”. You see, basketball referees have to run up and down the court, and baseball/softball umpires need to bend & croutch, as well as move with a bunch of equipment on, even in the hot sun. Volleyball officials, on the other hand, just stand there. Literally.

For years, I scratched my head wondering why there were so many male volleyball referees, when the sport is dominated by players who identify as girls & women. Now I know the answer. The lack of experience playing the game also explained how so many volleyball officials struggled to appropriately identify a carry or a double; they probably never committed one for themself.

After completing 10 hours of online training, and participation in a four-hour in person meeting, I felt more than capable of serving in this new role. Then I tried it. In order to get certified, I needed to be observed by a seasoned official in a real tournament. I was assigned to serve as an official at a girls regional tournament for 15 year olds. I would be serving with another new official. We would take turns in the role of the “first referee” (the person who stands on the platform, and uses their whistle to initiate and end each point) and the “second referee” (who stands opposite the first referee on the ground, and keeps track of adherence to certain rules, and manages flow of substitutions and time-outs). My partner was not new to officiating volleyball, though he had no volleyball playing experience; he had just finished a season officiating for a local girls high school league. 

We agreed that my partner would serve as first referee in the first set of the match, with me as second referee; we’d switch roles in the second set. My partner was a decent first referee, and I learned the ropes as a second referee. It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be but I understood that I would get better with time. Then it was my chance to serve as first referee. I was confident, and excited. Until I wasn’t.

I second guessed myself right away. I was constantly overthinking each contact of a player’s hands with the ball. I let a “double” call go that I knew I should have made. And then I let another “double” call go because I felt it evened things out for the teams. I let the next “double” call go, and saw the coaches express frustration towards me. I understood their feelings; I was NOT doing my job. And then, it got worse.

There was one particular point when I watched four different girls make consecutive touches to the ball before finally sending it over the net. I was shocked that these players, at this level, thought that was ok. The rule was you had a maximum of THREE contacts before the ball crossed the net. Why were they still playing the point? The coaches for both teams were jumping up and down and pointing at me. I then realized why the ball was still in play. I NEVER BLEW MY WHISTLE TO STOP THE PLAY. I wasn’t doing my job. I was failing in a role that I thought for sure I would succeed at.

After I finished my set, I sat for feedback from the experienced official observer. He gave me thoughtful and kind feedback, which lasted through my lunch break and into the time for my next assignment. He assured me that I would get better each time out. He said that everyone makes a mistake, or two, every game. You just get over it, and move on. He encouraged me to own my authority. He told me that coaches, players and parents will respect me, when I exude confidence, even if they don’t like my calls. 

The powers-that-be let me officiate another game that day, because they were likely desperate, and I was much better. Still not perfect. But better. I’ve officiated dozens of volleyball sets since then, and none have been perfect. I get better each time, and I worry less about my performance each time, too. I was confident I would feel the same as I took to the baseball and softball fields in Prospect Park, earlier this spring, as this long time coach became an umpire.

I haven’t played competitive softball since I was a young teenager. I have never played competitive baseball. But, I’ve been coaching recreational teams in the Prospect Park Baseball Association for more than 15 years. I am known for my solid understanding of the rules. I felt ready for this role, and for the most part, I’ve been up to the task. 

The hardest part, in general, is becoming consistent in calling a strike zone. Pitchers at the levels that I’m umpiring are very inconsistent. We are encouraged, as umpires, to define a strike zone that provides clarity and consistency to both pitchers and batters. My calls are for the players, not their coaches and parents.

I’ve gotten great feedback from coaches, so far this season, for the most part. And then there was last night…

Last night, I umpired a softball game for 11 and 12 year olds. The teams were unevenly matched. One team had depth in pitching, catching, hitting and fielding; the other team did not. By the bottom of the 2nd inning, it was 10-0. So, when I made a call that had never been made against the team that had not yet scored a run, it got a little heated.

At this particular level of softball in Prospect Park, base runners are allowed to lead and attempt to steal the next base. However, they have to wait until the catcher has control of the ball before leaving the bag. Last night, with a runner on first base, a pitch got past the catcher from the team that had the lead in score. The catcher scurried to get the ball, and as she picked up the ball, the runner on first attempted to steal 2nd base. The catcher took a strong step towards 2nd, and was about to throw the ball to allow the 2nd base player to tag out the runner, when she stopped quickly in her tracks; the batter had stepped backwards, out of the batter’s box, and was now directly in line between the catcher and second base. The catcher looked to me for a call. With slight hesitation, because I knew this was not something usually called at this level, I raised my fist, and called the batter out, for interference. 

The batter was confused, as was her coach. “What did she do wrong?” “She was trying to get out of the way.” “She didn’t mean to interfere.” “It’s not fair”. I could hear additional mumblings coming from the dugout, and the parents beyond, in foul territory. The coach claimed the batter was entitled to a warning; it was in the rules. I clarified that I did not believe the rules provided a warning, but if he found where it said in the rules that a warning was expected, I would provide a warning. He started looking through the rules, then said it would take too long to find it. He attempted to seek an agreement with the other coach that the batter should get a warning. I explained that this was not a negotiation: if the rules provided for a warning, I would do so. Otherwise, the batter was out. He relented, and we continued play.

In between innings, the coach challenged me again, telling me that since the batter’s box isn’t delineated with paint or chalk that the batter shouldn’t be held to it. I told him that didn’t matter. It was an out. I suggested he consider this a learning opportunity to his players: his players should be instructed to stay in the batter’s box in such a situation, to avoid an interference call.

The coach questioning me was frustrating, but nothing beyond the norm. I had seen coaches, like this, who did not know the rules, attempt to create rules they wanted to exist, and hope that the umpire would agree that such a rule SHOULD exist, and thus apply it. Unfortunately, this coach’s behavior simultaneously suggested to everyone else around me that they should feel entitled to question my authority, even if they too, had no idea what they were talking about. 

In between the next two innings, I was standing at the backstop fence, when a man approached and asked me if I could tell him the score. I explained that I could, but that if he wanted it authoritatively, he should check with the coaches. He then continued to tell me that the score is so lopsided against his team, that I should not have called the batter out for interference. He said something about me taking things “too seriously”… I quickly told him that he did not have the right to question me, and that he should stop talking to me right away. He continued. I told him to stop talking to me immediately, or I would stop the game. He told me the “game was already over…” I called upon the coach to inform this parent, and all others from his team, that if anyone harasses me again I would stop the game immediately, as per the rules of the organization and the Code of Conduct Policy. No one bothered me for the remainder of the game, and I walked away peacefully. I’ll be back out there again tonight, umping another game.

As a parent, and a coach, I understand the temptation to question an official. They. I mean, “we” sometimes get it wrong. I know I do. I’m assuming most other officials know they do, too. If a coach has a question about the application of a rule, by all means ask the official. If a parent has a question about a rule, by all means… ask the coach. Keep the official out of it. No one should ever question the judgment of the official to their face, or within earshot.

What could possibly benefit a player, coach or parent if they ultimately harass or assault an official? Absolutely nothing. And you know what it gets us? A shortage of fun and games for those that really matter, the kids.

Stop the harassment! And for those of you whose egos can handle the challenge, come on out, and join me. The kids need you, and I do, too.

Filed Under: Sports

I’m Guessing I’m Some Kind of “Nimby”, part 2

April 11, 2023 By Kathryn Krase Filed Under: Park Slope Life

Being called a NIMBY isn’t the worst thing someone can be called. I was part of a group of Gowanus residents called “NIMBY’s” because we challenged the 2021 Gowanus Neighborhood Rezoning Plan. 

We raised concerns that the massive rezoning of 82 blocks in Gowanus was not responsive to local needs, and instead was prioritizing profits for the real estate industry. I outline the context for these concerns in Part 1 of this story, which you can read in the Winter 2023 edition of the Park Slope Reader. 

In this part of the story, I will explore a more personal experience where my own personal NIMBYism was really brought to the surface. While I have been living in Gowanus for almost 20 years, the larger Gowanus rezoning plan I challenged didn’t actually impact my own block. However, more change in Gowanus was soon coming to my own neck of the woods. Even though I was disappointed in the outcome of the larger Gowanus rezoning plan, I was hopeful that the rezoning plan coming to my own block would be better tailored to the unique interests of my area of Gowanus. It’s never that simple, though.

Our block of 8th Street, and the entire swath of Gowanus on the south side of the canal, west of 3rd street, wasn’t included in the larger Gowanus Neighborhood Rezoning Plan. By the start of the recent Gowanus rezoning process, our area was no longer known for rats, sex workers and drugs. Our part of Gowanus was a vibrant community of manufacturers, commercial businesses, and creative spaces, with a handful of residents, like me. The City promised us that the future of our part of Gowanus would be addressed separately, through a process centering on more community engagement. 

The Gowanus Industrial Business Zone (IBZ) Vision Plan, released by NYC in 2021, was the start of that effort. The Gowanus IBZ Vision Plan outlined a plan for increased support for the thriving manufacturing, industrial and creative uses of Gowanus, allowing properties zoned for these uses to expand significantly to meet growing demand largely caused by displacement from Long Island City, Williamsburg, and now, the other side of Gowanus. The Vision Plan also provides for rezoning most of the currently “grandfathered” residential properties; homes like mine would eventually be determined as “conforming use” of the space. Such a change would allow for modest residential development in certain parts of the area, and a commitment to status quo in other parts. 

The promised zoning changes to support local businesses are barely in the infancy stages of development through the City’s bureaucracy. However, in late 2021, just a few months after the larger Gowanus rezoning plan passed the NYC Council, I heard that a neighbor was proposing to rezone 9th Street between 2nd and 3rd Avenues for residential use. That block of 9th Street is much like my block of 8th Street between 2nd and 3rd Avenues, with some significant differences. Both blocks are currently zoned for manufacturing use. Both blocks have a dozen or so “grandfathered”, “non-conforming” houses, largely built over a hundred years ago, all before zoning became the law of NYC. Both blocks also have significant and longstanding industrial businesses in busy operation. Both blocks suffer from a rising water table, the threat of storm surges, and the realities of insufficient and archaic sewers. The main difference: our block is largely inhabited by the owners of 1 & 2 family houses, most 2-3 stories tall. That stretch of 9th Street, however, is largely inhabited by renters, many in multiple family buildings up to 4 stories tall. That block of 9th Street is one of the last strongholds of a diminishing local, multi-generational, Puerto Rican and Dominican community in Gowanus. Also, some of the buildings on 9th Street have residents long protected by rent stabilization laws. 

The plan to rezone 9th Street was prompted by the application of a single landowner: the estate of a long-time neighbor who passed away after a very long life. After the death of our dear neighbor, their estate owned 3 contiguous lots on 9th Street, covering 100+ feet of street frontage, used for the last 50+ years as a dirt and gravel parking lot for cars and trucks. The parking lot, literally, borders my backyard. The estate sought to change the zoning of the parking lot to allow for residential development. Such would make the property more valuable than its current zoning for manufacturing uses. However, the estate couldn’t apply to simply rezone their own lots; small rezoning applications, termed “spot zoning”, are frowned upon. 

“Spot zoning” involves rezoning a particular parcel of land for use different from the surrounding area, and usually benefits a single owner. Spot zoning is discouraged, especially in NYC. Instead, zoning changes are supposed to be well-considered and within a comprehensive plan calculated to serve the general welfare of the community. To avoid the “spot zoning” challenges to their rezoning application, the estate expanded their proposal to include all the properties on 9th Street currently used as “grandfathered” residential, “non-conforming use”. 

When I first heard of a plan to rezone 9th Street to residential use, I was fully on board. I welcome a change in zoning to allow long existing residential buildings to finally conform with their uses. I welcome development of more residential units on that block, especially in spaces currently not meeting community needs; I’m not interested in preserving a parking lot in my backyard. 

As the details of the plan were unveiled, my support wavered. The estate was seeking to rezone the entire block of 9th street to allow for “mixed use” manufacturing/commercial ground floor businesses, with 7 story residential developments added on top. This wasn’t a plan to address the “grandfathered” issues related to “non-conforming” uses; IMHO this was a plan to completely change the neighborhood in one fell swoop, and without community input, to maximize individual property value.

I had MANY concerns on the potential impact such development would have on the area, and I wasn’t alone. This proposal threatened the existing residents, largely renters, on 9th Street. This proposal threatened the thriving manufacturing, industrial and creative communities on the same block, and nearby. This proposal threatened to further strain our insufficient sewer and stormwater infrastructure. This proposal would exacerbate the rising water table issues for neighboring properties, like my own. Disappointed in what I see as an attempted “money grab” by my neighbor’s estate, I remained cautiously optimistic; I expected community concerns to be addressed in the bureaucracy of the approval process, and a better plan to be ultimately found.

The Community Board 6 Land Use Committee, sharing the concerns community members brought to their attention during the initial community hearing, overwhelmingly voted to oppose the 9th Street rezoning plan unless there were significant changes. The larger Community Board 6 shockingly ignored the vote of their own Land Use Committee, voting to support the plan with only minor suggested changes. 

The larger Community Board’s vote was centered on the hope that the rezoning plan would bring to market 13 “affordable” housing units, along with 30+ market rate units, under the City’s “Mandatory Inclusionary Housing” program (aka “MIH”). However, there was no acknowledgement that the rezoning proposal did not guarantee development of ANY affordable units. Through the public review process the estate presented a plan for the kind of building they could develop after the rezoning was finalized. The presentation was completely hypothetical. After the rezoning process is completed, the estate could build a completely different project, and easily avoid any MIH requirements. It was shocking to me that the Community Board members could be so naive. I had greater hope for the next phases of the process.

Next up was the Brooklyn Borough President’s hearing and determination. The spirited hearing brought out dozens of community members expressing concerns in opposition to the initial plan including concerns that long-time residents would be forced out, local business operations would be negatively impacted, and the changes would contribute to flooding and sewer problems. The testimony of those in support of the initial 9th Street rezoning plan largely came from those with limited experience, if any, with Gowanus. Such testimony often started with disclaimers like: “I don’t live or work in Gowanus, but I rode my bike on this block the other day” or “I never lived nearby, but I’d like to.” The Brooklyn Borough President’s eventual conditional approval of the plan recommended a reduction in the scope and scale of the proposal. Borough President Reynoso recommended that a number of lots most at risk of storm related flooding be completely removed from the plan. Borough President Reynoso’s plan also recommended that the resulting density in most other lots be reduced to match existing zoning regulations passed about a decade ago covering 9th Street between 3rd and 4th Avenues, with a max height of 5-6 stories; the estate’s parking lot, however, would still be allowed to build to the original plan of 9 stories. While the Borough President’s plan didn’t completely make sense to me, I valued how he showed policymakers can hear various constituent concerns and seek to find common ground that advances competing, yet compelling, interests. 

Next up was consideration from the NYC Department of City Planning (DCP). While awaiting an announcement of the scheduling of the public DCP hearing, community members looking to provide input at all stages of this process, like myself, found out the DCP hearing went forward without appropriate notice to the community or our Councilmember. Therefore, the DCP hearing proceeded without opposition testimony. The real estate developers, however, had inside knowledge of the hearing, and mobilized a handful of their operatives to testify in favor of the proposal. I helped organize the community opposition to provide written testimony to the DCP. Our written testimony included signatures from an online petition of 300 community members. Contrary to Borough President Reynoso’s conditional approval, nor the conditions recommended by the Community Board, the DCP approved the initial proposal, without ANY conditions. 

The NYC DCP was ready to allow the entire stretch of 9th Street to be rezoned to allow 9 story luxury residential development, with no real promise of affordable housing development; they were ready to ignore the environmental impacts of adding hundreds of new units to the overburdened, and under-resourced sewer system; they were ready to ignore the impact the potential displacement of my Puerto-Rican and Dominican neighbors; they were ready to ignore the impact of growing the residential population of a block 10 fold would have on the viability of the local industrial and creative communities. 

Luckily, the DCP is not the final word on rezoning decisions: the NY City Council is. On matters of local rezoning efforts, the City Council largely defers to the position of the City Councilmember from the impacted district. The local community had been working with City Councilmember Shahana Hanif to help her understand our complex concerns. At this point in the process, Councilmember Hanif brought the community members to the table with the rezoning applicant to discuss our concerns and proposed modifications. I was able to explain my concern that the enormous concrete foundation required to build a 9 story building next to my backyard would protect that new structure from the rising groundwater, but that their protection would divert groundwater onto my property threatening the integrity of my less protected stone foundation walls. My business neighbors were able to explain that longtime Gowanus businesses, like moving companies, building contractors, and commercial carting companies work loudly and at odd hours; if the neighborhood suddenly was populated by more residents than businesses, they feared being forced out of the area by complaints and restrictions. And, my other neighbors were able to explain their concern for displacement of local, long-time renters. The applicant was able to explain their interests in developing a long underutilized area property for the benefit of the community.

At the end of this process, Councilmember Hanif was able to successfully negotiate a modification to the original proposal. The final proposal, passed by the New York City Council in October 2022 allows for significant growth in residential development, but a scale less threatening to the environment, local businesses, and current residents. No one is getting everything they wanted, but all of us are satisfied by the outcome. Well, not “everyone”. Real estate developers are not happy; they were already busy buying up other properties on 9th Street, and surrounding blocks, in hopes that another big change in zoning would provide them a financial windfall.

As a result of not getting all they hoped for, the powerful NYC real estate developer community prompted negative news coverage, akin to a hissy fit, with headlines like: ”City Council Moves Forward With Gowanus Rezoning After Slashing Affordable Housing” and “Another Rezoning Gets through, but Housing is Shrunk”. The coverage largely hinges on the claims that the original rezoning proposal would have guaranteed development of affordable housing units under the NYC MIH program. What the coverage neglects to flesh out for the reader are the realities of MIH “requirements”. MIH requirements do not apply to new developments with fewer than 10 units. Under MIH requirements, developers of projects with 11-25 units can choose to pay into a fund, instead of building any “affordable” units. In other words, the original proposal to rezone 9th Street would not have guaranteed any new affordable units to the neighborhood, but would have likely displaced all existing community members, and been disastrous to local businesses and the environment. 

Trying to explain the complicated context of community concern while celebrating the modified plan’s successful passage through the NYC Council, I met with, and talked to, a number of journalists. They all were exposed to the information I share in this piece.The resulting news coverage, and responsive tweeting, paint a very different picture than reality. The coverage portrays me, personally, as a rich, White, NIMBY who doesn’t want affordable housing and/or big buildings in my backyard. Only one journalist, a CUNY student named Rachel Goldman, actually published a piece with integrity. 

Regardless of what the developer-funded papers say, or what their editors tweet about me under pseudonyms, the reality is that I welcome the development of real affordable housing in Gowanus, even in the lot behind my backyard. I also welcome community informed and environmentally responsible development. Bring it all! I’d be happy to be called a YIMBY for a change. 

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I’m Guessing I’m Some Kind of “NIMBY” Pt.1

January 12, 2023 By Kathryn Krase Filed Under: Park Slope Life

In case you’re wondering what a “NIMBY” is: “NIMBY” stands for “Not In My Back Yard”. The characterization of a NIMBY is someone who opposes a proposed development in their local area, that they would likely support if built somewhere else. Calling someone a NIMBY is usually intended to be an insult; calling someone on their hypocrisy. That’s definitely how it’s been used against me on Twitter. You see, I was recently an active and vocal opponent of a rezoning application that, literally, impacted my own backyard. However, there is a lot more to NIMBYism than internet trolls have time or context to appreciate. It’s actually a long story, so this is the first of two parts. The second part will be in the next installment of Park Slope Reader in Spring 2023.


I’m a lifelong Brooklynite. I’ve been a homeowner in Gowanus since before it was trendy. The area has changed a lot in my lifetime. Change is inevitable, and often beneficial. But not all change is good. And, therefore, concern for change can be reasonable, even if characterized as NIMBYism.

When my Brooklyn-born/bred husband and I purchased our small Gowanus home in 2003, our Brooklyn-born/bred real estate attorney made sure we knew that a 11215 zip code on 8th Street between 2nd and 3rd Avenues was NOT Park Slope. We knew it wasn’t Park Slope; we couldn’t afford Park Slope. 

Many Brooklyn born/bred family members doubted our decision to buy in Gowanus, and for good reason. Gowanus was best known for its contaminated waterway, as well as rats, drugs and sex workers. Gowanus was not known for its quality housing. Gowanus is not flush with gorgeous Brownstones, coffee shops, or real estate offices. Our particular block in Gowanus has 12 understated houses, along with 50 lots involving significant manufacturing and business activity. Industry on our block includes a commercial carting company that does NOT smell good in the summer, a woodworking shop that is very noisy, and lots of truck traffic. 

Our block, and much of Gowanus, has been zoned for manufacturing purposes since the early 20th century. Our own house, built shortly after the Civil War, is the oldest structure on the block. Since our house was built before zoning rules even existed in NYC, it is considered “grandfathered” for “non-conforming use” as a residential property; the other 11 houses on the block are similarly characterized. While we are allowed to live in these existing structures as homes, we cannot add residential square footage on our properties. Living in houses built a long time ago, to meet different needs, can be difficult. As a result, many of us have considered building small extensions, or even taking down the structure that exists, and rebuilding a better home. We’re not allowed to do either. We are only allowed to expand, or rebuild, for manufacturing, or related non-residential, uses.

Our brick house was originally built 17 feet wide, 25 feet deep and 3 stories tall around 1866 without plumbing or electricity. When the local municipality built the first brick sewer in the middle of the street (still in use today), they couldn’t place the sewer underground, because Gowanus is topographically a swamp. So, in around 1880, the City built the sewer on top of the existing ground, and built the street on top of the sewer. As a result, the 3 story existing structure became a 2 story structure, with a full “English basement”. Around 1910, the owner built a wood-frame extension on the side of the house, literally leaning it on the wood-frame house recently built next door. The street-facing brick facade of the extension on our house makes it look like one contiguous, brick home, 25 feet wide; it is not. Three (3) of the homes on our block are built out of brick. The other 8 are wooden frame structures, some with a first floor framed in brick. Most, like ours, have old stone foundations.

Much of the rest of our block is made up of 1-4 story brick factory-type buildings. In 2003, the largest factory buildings on our block were operating, sometimes 7 days a week, making sweaters. Around 2005, a line of tractor trailers and large cranes brought enormous machines, some 30 feet long, out through deconstructed windows onto flatbed trucks. The machines were destined to continue their useful lifespan in Mexico. The machines and factory workers were largely replaced by artist studios and small businesses. In 2008, The Bell House bar and performance space opened up around the corner. Things were changing in Gowanus.

By 2010, nobody was doubting our real estate choices. Growth in local feral cat colonies largely diminished the localized rat population. More active streets at night pushed out the sex workers. Drugs remain a perennial issue, but not significantly impacting the local quality of life. And, after centuries of problematic industrial use, the Gowanus Canal is being “cleaned” up. Change can be great.

Smack dab in the middle of some of the most expensive residential neighborhoods in the country EVERYONE wished they could own a piece of Gowanus. Running out of space to build in Downtown Brooklyn, and limited by the landmarking restrictions of Boerum Hill, Cobble Hill, Carroll Gardens and Park Slope, real estate developers drooled at the opportunity to buy and build along the banks of an EPA defined “Super Fund Site”. Add to the pressures NYC’s housing affordability crisis, and residential development in Gowanus seems like a win-win situation. But, there are many potential losers, including some outside of our control, like topography and the environment.

There is a VERY GOOD reason why Gowanus was never a residential stronghold: Gowanus, ecologically speaking, is not a good place for housing. It’s better suited for other uses.

The area was ideal for use by the early manufacturing industry since the Gowanus canal provides an easy route to move supplies and products to and from New York Harbor. The canal also provided the early manufacturing industry access to the water they needed to clean and cool their equipment. The canal and the area surrounding it were also deemed great places to dump dangerous industrial byproducts. After 150 years of industry in Gowanus, there is a lot of contaminated water and land. 

For the manufacturing industry, Gowanus was ideal. For housing, not so much. Gowanus is located at the bottom of two hills, only about 10 feet above sea level. Urban planners have long avoided locating housing in low-lying areas close to water. As NYC developed, the most valuable residential properties in Brooklyn, like those in Park Slope, Boerum Hill, Cobble Hill, and Brooklyn Heights were high above the water; the names of these neighborhoods actually reflect their altitude. 

When the government finally chose to invest in affordable housing development, they found the cheapest land with the lowest demand, in Red Hook, Gowanus, the Lower East Side, and South Bronx. These areas are all close to the shore line, and prone to flooding like the devastation suffered 10 years ago in the aftermath of Super Storm Sandy. These areas are not just vulnerable to storm surge from the shoreline, but endangered by the rising water table, as well. 

The old Gowanus swamp exists as the current water table, fewer than 10 feet under the foundation of our 8th Street home. In the summer, when the water table is highest, some of our neighbors have water coming up through cracks in their basement floors. As the water table is expected to rise with continued impacts of climate change, there is little to be done to protect our properties from this threat. The old stone foundation of our own home is endangered from below. Storm surge and water tables aren’t our only issues, though; we also have to tackle sewer backflow and overflow.

Soon after we purchased our home in 2003, we learned from a NYC Department of Environmental Preservation (DEP) official that the brick sewer on our block was “really old”, and insufficient. Gowanus residents and businesses have long known these inadequacies. We have “check valves” on our sewer lines so that sewage doesn’t invade our basements when rain overwhelms our sewer system that combines household waste with stormwater. We also have submersible (aka sump) pumps that push out waste water when it penetrates our property even with our best efforts against it. We lend each other wet/dry vacuums as needed. The DEP official, way back when, told us we needed a new sewer… It’s been almost 20 years since that DEP visit, and still no new sewer.

Every year, at least one neighbor suffers catastrophic property loss due to sewer backflow after a storm. Last year, a new non-residential neighbor just completed renovation of a beautiful performance rehearsal space when the sewer overflow from Tropical Storm Ida ruined their efforts, and set them back months on their project. In big storms, like Sandy and Ida, sewer and utility manhole covers are known to fly up 20 feet in the air under pressure, as geysers of stormwater mixed with sewage flood the streets and sidewalks of Gowanus. For these reasons, many in the area know to avoid 9th Street and 2nd Avenue after storms. It can take hours before the street is passable to foot and car traffic.

Even with these concerns, I understand the need for change, and know Gowanus presents an opportunity. In 2013, I participated in a series of community forums called “Bridging Gowanus”. Through this Pratt Institute moderated initiative, residents and businesses came together with our elected officials, and envisioned a better Gowanus. We aimed for moderate residential development with a focus on affordable and accessible housing, thriving business and creative communities, and increased green space and playscapes. Most importantly, we held high hopes for long-overdue significant investment in infrastructure. We got very little of what we worked hard to envision. 

What we got was the “Gowanus Neighborhood Rezoning Plan”, passed by the New York City Council in 2021. This plan will bring 8200 new residential units to an 82 block stretch of the area. More than 5000 of these units will be luxury rentals and condos; not at all what the Bridging Gowanus initiative envisioned. About 3000 units will be “affordable”. Around 2000 of the “affordable” units will have rents ranging from $2000-4000 per month, for households making between $70,000-200,000 per year. Fewer than 1000 of the affordable units will be accessible to low-income families. The influx of luxury units will threaten existing affordable units in and around Gowanus, especially those in nearby rent stabilized buildings. As has happened in other areas of the City, private landlords often push out tenants paying below-market rent when the local average rents substantially increase.

NYC needs to meet the demands of our growing population by building more housing. We also need MORE than housing. The Gowanus rezoning plan lacks adequate investment in schools, green spaces, transportation, and other community services. Additionally, the plan completely ignores the fact that almost all of the 8200 housing units being added to Gowanus are being built in a floodplain, with a grim climate outlook, next to a toxic Superfund site.

I actively challenged the Gowanus Neighborhood Rezoning Plan. I worked with, and supported, community groups that yearned for the rezoning process to heed their concerns. We were all called NIMBY’s. We were called the “greatest threat” to the project. But the negative media coverage we received rarely acknowledged our real concerns. We weren’t saying no to any and all development; we weren’t saying no to new housing; and we DEFINITELY weren’t saying no to affordable housing. We were saying “hold up”. We were saying “there are better options than what you’re proposing”. We were saying “there are people living and working here with little power, who are going to be impacted in really bad ways”. But, we were largely ignored, and the plan was passed. 

In May 2022, Gowanus community members raised concerns about the impact of pile driving at some local construction sites, as developers raced to start construction to take advantage of a sunsetting real estate tax abatement program. Neighbors brought attention to how the pile driving wasn’t just continuously loud throughout the day, but it was also shaking the ground for blocks. Even more concerning, the work was causing strange odors in the area. You see, the site once held a natural gas plant, and the land was known to be contaminated with coal tar, a carcinogenic, industrial waste. Even though many elected officials insisted on quick action to respond to community concerns, there was no assurance that the construction was adequately protecting the site, or the community, from dangerous contamination of toxic vapors.

Two months later, kids playing in a nearby playground, again, complained about a disgusting smell. At this point, the New York State Department of Environmental Conservation confirmed that instrument readings at a particular site found volatile organic compounds exceeding acceptable levels. The work was temporarily halted, but later restarted. If it wasn’t for the complaints, would the community even know there was a problem?

Sometimes NIMBY’s are privileged people who don’t want change. But, I bet more times than not, NIMBY’s are people with important experience whose concerns should be heeded. In part 2 of this piece, available in the next edition of the Park Slope reader, I explore a more recent, and more personal, experience where my own NIMBYism was really brought to the surface. 

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