New
York Diary: Greenwich Village Room With A View
October 26, 2001
by John Bloom
NEW YORK (UPI) -- If you live at 201 Varick Street in
Greenwich Village, you might be able to look out your eastern-
exposure window and see nightclubbers arriving at S.O.B.s. That's
the hot Latin dance club where Astrud Gilberto, "The Girl from
Ipanema," appears once a month. (The initials stand for "Sounds
of Brazil.")
Or if your view is to the northwest, you might be able to
make out sunbathing actors on the roof of The Printing House
fitness center. Look a little to the right and try to spot the
elegant townhome of former Mayor Ed Koch, or the notorious
"Henrietta Hudson" lesbian bar.
To the west, of course, is the Hudson River, and the
converted pier where they film "Law and Order."
To the south are the trendy restaurants of Soho and, beyond
that, the hole in New York's heart where the twin towers once
stood. They're still smoking. You can still see the cloud.
But if you live at 201 Varick, you won't be doing any salsa-
dancing, exercising, dining out or sightseeing. This grey and
brown building, which looks like it might be residential lofts,
or the headquarters of some trendy video production company, is
actually a prison.
They don't call it a prison. Officially it's the Manhattan
Service Processing Center, or, in local parlance, "the detention
center." There's no sign to identify its business--just armed
guards at the main entrance who shoo visitors to a side street.
Every day thousands of people pour out of the Seventh Avenue
subway at Houston Street and walk right past it. They use the
post office on the ground floor, even go to various federal
offices that can be entered by special appointment at an out-of-
the-way entrance--and most of them remain blissfully unaware that
this is where they keep the suspected terrorists.
At last count there were 803 people "detained" after the
World Trade attacks. Not arrested. Not indicted. Not even
identified. Their names are secret and their locations are
secret, but it's a good bet that the most notorious of them are
spending their days in Greenwich Village, most of the time in
solitary confinement when they're not being hauled out for
questioning or secret judicial hearings.
Not that it's anything new to have suspected terrorists at
201 Varick. For years it's been the detention center of choice
for people considered too dangerous to release by the Immigration
and Naturalization Service. In many cases these "unremoveable
detainees" can't be deported back to their original countries
because the country won't take them, and yet they've committed
crimes in this country. If they've already served their prison
time, they end up in a legal limbo that can stretch for months or
years as they try to fight their way out. In other cases--such as
the treasurer for a Palestinian rights organization--they haven't
committed a crime and they've entered the country legally, but
they've gotten themselves onto an "undesireable" list supplied by
their home country--and the home country (usually Israel) doesn't
want them returned.
If you're unlucky enough to be suspected of terrorism--or
even knowing something about a terrorist--there are two ways now
they can hold you indefinitely. One is to get you on an
immigration violation, which can be something as simple as
misspelling your name on a visa application. The other is to be
held as a "material witness." At one time this meant you would be
held until a grand jury could be convened, but now it just means
you'll be held. Period. The government is uncommonly secretive about where they
choose to "detain" people. Before September 11 we know that the
most serious political cases were held at 201 Varick. There's a
second facility in Queens for the "cattle call" cases--mostly
people who show up at JFK Airport seeking asylum--and it's been
cited several times by religious and humanitarian organizations
for breaking up families (often separating children from mothers)
and not providing access to immigration lawyers, as well as being
dirty, overcrowded and unsafe. Then there's yet a third class of
prisoner--long-term detainees who pose no special threat--and
those were usually sent to a facility just across the Hudson in
Elizabeth, N.J.
But the old order may not apply anymore. One thing we know
is that, three days after the attacks, at least eight men were
being held in solitary confinement on the ninth floor of the
Metropolitan Correctional Center, just a few blocks from Ground
Zero. Chief federal judge Michael Mukasey, who put them there,
was quoted by his secretary as saying their records might be
"sealed forever," according to the Washington Post.
The creepy thing to me about 201 Varick is that I've seen
buildings like this in other countries--in Moscow, in Istanbul,
in Mexico City--but I had never before seen an unmarked urban
detention center in the U.S. Grey stone walls, hidden entrances,
tight-lipped officers--these places always have an aura of fear
and foreboding about them, and I'm sure that's part of their
appeal for a cop working a case involving a criminal suspect who
doesn't want to talk.
In 1994, an Ethiopian Jew who had been held at 201 Varick
for four years managed to organize a demonstration about the
conditions in the place that was staged on the street outside.
(He remained inside, of course.) Shortly thereafter, he was taken
from his cell in the middle of the night and removed to another
"Service Processing Center" (actually a World War II prisoner-of-
war camp) in Florence, Ariz. An INS spokesman said the relocation
was made "to accommodate his request for fresh air and outdoor
recreation."
These are the kinds of stories every reporter has collected
in the Third World. They're not the kinds of stories we expect in
Greenwich Village.
Despite gag orders on every case, similar stories are
trickling out about the latest roundup. A man who lives in
Detroit is arrested in Chicago but jailed in a federal prison in
Brooklyn. A prisoner is moved five times in three weeks and
denied access to a phone. A Yemeni French teacher with an
American wife is stopped when the wife reports to duty at her
Army base in Tennessee. Their car is searched, and officers find
box cutters and picture postcards of New York City--because
they've packed moving boxes and just moved from New York. The
woman is advised to seek a discharge from the Army, and the man
is locked up without bond, mostly because of an affidavit from a
man whose title is "Section Chief of International Terrorism
Operations Section, Counter-Terrorism Division, FBI." (What judge
is going to challenge that?)
The legal question to be decided in almost all of these
cases is what the American courts have called "the most sacred
monument of personal freedom." That would be, of course, the writ
of habeas corpus.
Habeas corpus is a Latin phrase that means "You have the
body of . . ." Once the writ is filed--according to the most
ancient principles of British and American law--the government
must either release that body or show why that body is being
held. In the 19th century, Congress passed something called the
Chinese Exclusion Act, which allowed the Collector of Customs at
any port of entry to refuse to admit Chinese to the country for
whatever reason he deemed necessary. The Supreme Court held the
act invalid and said that "any human being, no matter what his
race or color," was entitled to habeas corpus.
Since then the Congress has written into every immigration
act--in 1891, in 1952, in 1961 and especially in 1996--language
that says a foreign national is not entitled to court review of
his immigration case. And every time the courts have said that,
while foreigners might not have the same rights as Americans,
they can't be "deprived of life, liberty, or property without due
process of law." As recently as August of 1997, the Court of
Appeals for the Second Circuit said that Janet Reno's
interpretation of immigration laws--she believed that no court had the power to review her decisions--was not valid for a simple
reason: "The primary historical use of the writ of habeas corpus
was precisely against executive detention."
Executive detention is what the kings of medieval Europe
did, and it's what we're doing. When you stroll by 201 Varick you
can see what it looks like, and it doesn't make me feel safe.
© Copyright 2001
United Press International and Joe Bob Briggs