NEW YORK (AP) — Five people have been injured, one critically, after a shooting on Coney Island’s iconic boardwalk.
The shooting occurred early Sunday when a gunman opened fire at about 2 a.m. at the Brooklyn landmark.
According to police, a 31-year-old man was hospitalized in critical condition after being shot in the back. Three others — a 19-year-old man and two women aged 26 and 27 — were shot in the leg.
A 36-year-old man was shot in the chin and was in stable condition, police said.
Police hadn’t named a suspect or released a possible motive in the shooting.
Greetings Amsterdam News (Josh Barker,)
Not surprised! Considering weekend of the Ancestors Tribute and Libations Ceremony only within walking distance perhaps were a big dance/concert party in an enclosed covered fenced gated lot a ticketed event. At first I thought a beach party, but as I made my way through trying to get to the tribute. I immediately discovered it wasn’t a beach party.
The most women were skimpy clad wearing thongs/ G strings/ sheer panty leggings/ almost naked. The men dressed in regular casual street wear. It seemed the event was standing room only as partying goers stood in line waiting to be admitted. Yet a dance party was happening on the outside of the fenced ticketed concert. A stark vividncontrast to the Celebrants for the Ancestors Tribute dressed in African colorful fabrics and white wear. Flying in the air the Nationalists colors red, black and green and sounds of the demjebe drum and the electronic beat from Bob Marley singing… “Stand up, stand up for your Right….” I just walked through one world grappling with the notions of questioning “ Black Lives Matter” as I’m and entering midst of world for the answers.
The Ancestral Tribute concluded at sundown 8:30 pm and I stayed a bit longer to feel the sea breeze and reflect. I left Coney Island 10:00 pm as it cooled. The street I used to pass through the party goers, by then was closed and I had to go around to the next street. The enclosed concert dance and party was still ramping loud in sounds. All I could do was to just imagine the interior scene of skimpy clad women and men in regular street clothes in an enclosed affair, dancing to the repetitious lyrics of (get it, get it, get it) to music as I hurriedly pass by to the D train platform. So glad to call it a day, as I know why I do one-day-a-year, and it’s pilgrimage day to the Ancestors and their Black Lives Matters are not forgotten