Within hours of The Post’s report of a festering junk heap on an Upper West Side side street, the city Sanitation Department showed up with NYPD support to handle the eye-sore. We’re glad we got results, but why did area residents’ complaints go unheeded for weeks?
The hoarder turns out to be a former fashion designer who admits he has “no aspirations for sanity whatsoever,” so this is yet another failure of the city’s mental-health system, too. That he’s not homeless is no excuse for the city allowing him to mound up chairs, books, baby toys, bedspreads and other of trash over the course of months.
Leaving property unattended on a public sidewalk is against the law, and the makeshift flea market (he occasional got some gentle soul to buy some of his junk) was beginning to butt up against a nearby school.
“We’re trying to do the best we can. We’re trying to help him,” said a Department of Homeless Services rep. But what about the garbage?
Manhattan Borough President Gale Brewer says she wrote city officials in November to complain about the junk pile, and neighbors had complained to police for weeks and saw cops speaking with the man.
A neighborhood group featured it on social media, too. But nothing happened. Nor does the belated cleanup mean the man is getting the help he so clearly needs. Where’s Chirlane McCray’s ThriveNYC?
Such is #DeBlasio’s New York, where public problems fester until it bad publicity threatens.