csi:ny fic: depression era au
Apr. 8th, 2007 08:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardOkay, homework is done or at least as done as it's going to get before I get crossword answers off the other AP History kids.
Tiny piece of a Great Depression-era scene that's been stuck in my head all weekend (where am I in American history? You guess):
"Hey, Danny, come'n see this," Flack says, standing at the window with a cigarette in his hand.
Danny heaves himself up from his desk, limping badly, and makes his way over to the window. Flack stands aside slightly, offering up the cigarette, and Danny takes it, leaning against the window frame to take the pressure off his bad leg. "Glad we're not out there," he says, noting the NYPD blues and the mounted officers trying to work crowd control on the protestors. They got their promotions just in time; Danny still remembers the mess in late '29, the disbelief and the suicides he got hauled out for every couple hours -- and those were just the rich ones, the brokers up on Wall Street; the NYPD didn't get bothered for the men and women who hung themselves down in the Kitchen.
Flack takes the cigarette back from him. "I know a badge who nearly got himself trampled to death," he says. "Last week, ya know? That mess. He got hauled up by a couple of mounted officers; he's workin' a desk until his leg heals up."
Tiny piece of a Great Depression-era scene that's been stuck in my head all weekend (where am I in American history? You guess):
"Hey, Danny, come'n see this," Flack says, standing at the window with a cigarette in his hand.
Danny heaves himself up from his desk, limping badly, and makes his way over to the window. Flack stands aside slightly, offering up the cigarette, and Danny takes it, leaning against the window frame to take the pressure off his bad leg. "Glad we're not out there," he says, noting the NYPD blues and the mounted officers trying to work crowd control on the protestors. They got their promotions just in time; Danny still remembers the mess in late '29, the disbelief and the suicides he got hauled out for every couple hours -- and those were just the rich ones, the brokers up on Wall Street; the NYPD didn't get bothered for the men and women who hung themselves down in the Kitchen.
Flack takes the cigarette back from him. "I know a badge who nearly got himself trampled to death," he says. "Last week, ya know? That mess. He got hauled up by a couple of mounted officers; he's workin' a desk until his leg heals up."
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Date: 2007-04-09 03:50 am (UTC)How do you manage to leave me totally dead every time you write something?
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Date: 2007-04-09 05:03 am (UTC)It's a new superpower, didn't you know? I'm one of the X-Men!
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Date: 2007-04-09 05:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-09 11:29 pm (UTC)Oh my God, I'm not even going to write this thing.
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Date: 2007-04-09 11:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-10 12:08 am (UTC)Also, we're just finishing up the Depression. That would explain the sudden surge of Flack and Danny as cops in Depression-era New York.
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Date: 2007-04-10 12:16 am (UTC)BrainwashingHistory, and then promptly forgot it.(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-10 12:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-10 12:20 am (UTC)I'm a Medieval Studies minor, so that shows you were my area of history is :D
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Date: 2007-04-10 12:34 am (UTC)I think this takes place in New York City of about 1932, before the '32 presidential election, when Roosevelt and Hoover are campaigning hard against each other. This isn't the Dust Bowl era of Grapes of Wrath (yeah, read that too) just yet; that was in '35, I think.
Stella? So totally running a female labor union.
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Date: 2007-04-10 12:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-10 12:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-10 12:50 am (UTC)