This blog is my perspective on dwelling in our small village nestled among beautiful forests, farms and open landscapes. Educated in Israel and the US, I have an MS in Computer Science. My viewpoint has been shaped by world travel, friends and benefactors both strangers and people I know.
Youth everywhere are feeling tremendous anger at previous generations for destroying our planet. Just this morning I heard a kid complaining that going to school is a waste of time because the world is going to end anyway. Joining the chorus of defeatist chants are some scientists who say we cannot fix the weather.
Fight destructive actions. Solve problems. While climate change disasters and destruction caused by reprehensible humans are daily occurrences all over the planet, amazing discoveries and technological advancements are happing all the time.
Right now there is a race to colonize Mars and the Moon. Neither have an atmosphere we can breathe or gravity that humans can tolerate long-term. On the moon, temperatures range from -280 F to 260 F. On Mars, they range from -220 F to + 70 F. Very thin atmosphere enables space debris to hit the surface with high impact because there’s no resistance.
Is it really easier to survive in space than on Earth? Despite major obstacles, NASA’s 2021 space budget is 23.3 billion. This year NASA awarded $2.9 Billion to SpaceX to build a Moon Lander. The Space Foundation reported that the nearly half a trillion-dollar global space economy grew by 4.4% in 2020. This kind of investment shows strong confidence that humans can live elsewhere in our solar system and beyond. We should have equal faith in life on Earth!
Can we fix our climate? You bet we can! On Earth, we have all the basics that we need for survival. These include oxygen, water, and the mineral base life on our planet evolved with. There is limitless energy potential. We can stop our planet from burning by reducing the amount of sun that reaches our atmosphere. We can protect our communities from wind and flood with intelligent building technologies.
Saying and doing are not the same things. Hope and plans must be accompanied by action! No matter what your age, find a way to contribute. Learn as much as you can and create your own team of activists to help your community whether global or local.
Be the inventors, investors, and contributors you need to be to save your future and the future of all life on our planet!
Climate Change DEMOGRAPHICS will transform herkimer
The Herkimer Post’s recent review of Herkimer’s soaring home sales strongly hints that retirees who might once have moved South are relocating to Central New York, and especially to conveniently-located Herkimer. Given increasingly refined and alarming climate change figures, this migration trend’s likely to accelerate.
There’s little residential construction in Herkimer and the supply of available housing is small. Competition for existing homes will become brisk. Buyers of vacation homes may also be turning their eyes from the sandy but imperiled Atlantic and Gulf beach communities north to the Mohawk Valley and Southern Adirondacks.
A critical mass of middle and upper-middle-class home buyers inevitably transform a community. Landlords either sell out or renovate properties to appeal to affluent newcomers. Empty storefronts become shops again. The police become responsive and the streets safe as criminals move on, no longer tolerated and unable to make a living. We saw this transformation happen in Boston’s Roxbury and Charlestown, and we’re seeing it begin here in Herkimer.
Promising new technologies can reduce greenhouse gas
Climate change becomes more erratic and costly every year. Yet there are many technologies that will help combat this devastating process. As our president continues to deny climate change, some technology innovators are filling the gap left by ineffectual governance.
Bill Gates is heading a $1 billion venture fund supporting development of clean energy technology, Breakthrough Energy Ventures. Co-founders include Jeff Bezos and Richard Brandon. The goal of the fund is to build companies that will provide affordable emissions-free energy. Gates is personally investing $1 billion in startups and companies starting this year.
Reducing greenhouse gases is essential to the planet’s survival, but blocking the sun may buy some time. Today there are over 375 operational nanosatellites in space, which may help us to find and improve climate change solutions.
As the earth grows ever hotter, it makes sense to consider moving to those green places on the map which are the most sustainable to live in, places like Herkimer, NY.
My wife Linda Kaidan delights in Herkimer’s abundant wildlife. Birds of all feathers and bold bushy squirrels have especially grown plump from her devotion. She feeds them daily from our driveway, our backyard sometimes being unsafe from nighttime poison gas attacks. The squirrels are very fond of black oiled sunflower seeds, the birds go for the good quality white bread.
Linda’s morning feeding time is well known–the unfriendly eyes of neighbors we’ve called out for drug and child trafficking surround us. The body dumped in our driveway from a passing car the other morning shouldn’t have surprised us:
The victim was a handsome gray squirrel with just a hint of red to his fur, his body still warm. He’d been killed by a perfect shot to the head at close range from a pellet gun. Knowing Herkimer’s warped gang scum, he may have been lured close by his killer with treat for ease of execution and enjoyment of betrayal.
As intended, Linda was upset and buried Rocky, as we named him, in the backyard, which is covered by surveillance cameras.
Herkimer’s drug and child traffickers have a rich history of animal cruelty. It’s a pastime they’ve cultivated both for sadistic pleasure and as a means to intimidate those who call them out. When we moved to Herkimer eight years ago, someone shot several birds in our backyard, also with a pellet gun. After we buried them, someone dug up the bodies at night and left them on our back stairs. (And people wonder why we have all those cameras, lights and mics. )
At night, Bear was blasted in her porous basement den by waves of volatilized pesticide from hand foggers, a standard regional gang weapon. (“Ya can’t prove nothin’!” Yeah, but the drones can. )
Bear is gone, casualty to years of our war to knife with Herkimer’s entrenched criminals. We were of an age, Bear and I. We used to hang out, share Subway Melts (extra extra bacon) and good Dutch beer. I miss Bear.
Who Killed Rocky Squirrel? Boris and Natasha?
I suspect Boris and Natasha may have had a hand in Rocky’s murder. The pair are legendary squirrel haters to whom we’ve given unwelcomed publicity.
Somangshu Mukherji Loses His Job is the latest in the ongoing series A Herkimer Kidnapping, which chronicles the illegal taking of our five-year-old grandson Avram from his mother by her Green Card husband, former University of Michigan assistant professor Somangshu Mukherji, and Mukherji’s continuing outrages against our family. (Mukherji isn’t Avram’s birth father.) The series is a cautionary tale of how an unscrupulous foreign national can exploit a mentally ill American to obtain a Green Card and through it, a fine job at a prestigious institution.
As of May of this year, our daughter Alexandra hadn’t seen her son for over two years and only spoken with him twice. Mukherji, in violation of multiple family court orders, had quietly stashed Avram out of state, returning to Ann Arbor to await his anticipated tenure appointment. Last August, Mukherji invited Avram’s mother to visit with her son in Michigan, only to laughingly announcing when she arrived that the kid wasn’t there. I wrote of his despicable actions and those that followed in Somangshu Mukherji And The Little Boy Who Wasn’t There.
Suddenly in May, to our surprise and suspicion, Mukherji invited Alex to visit with her son in Ann Arbor. Although he wouldn’t let her speak with Avram on the phone, she heard him in the background. Astoundingly, Mukherji even offered to pay for her train ticket. He was aware that she’d reported him for tax fraud and identity theft to the IRS and the State of Michigan and yet sounded cordial and welcoming. Alex was gravely concerned for the welfare of the child Mukherji sometimes called “the little bastard,” and seized the possibility of seeing him. Given our son-in-law’s long history of deceit and cruelty and with his American family, we weren’t optimistic but agreed with her that she should go. Understandably, she went with great trepidation.
She was walking into a carefully laid trap.
On May 15th, after an exhausting 12-hour journey, Alex reached Mukherji’s professorial townhouse condo. Little Avram was overjoyed to see her. Mukherji at first kept it together. Over takeout–which Avram wasn’t allowed to share, subsisting on his usual fare of reheated chicken nuggets–Mukherji suggested that he and Alex could get back together. Not wanting to set him off, she was noncommittal. Then began his familiar micromanagement, Mukherji telling Alex she couldn’t call her family or take pictures of her son. Wanting to be with Avram for as long as possible, she reluctantly agreed.
Somangshu Mukherji Gives His Orders To His Wife
Mukherji then ordered her to sign an online document in the virtual presence of a notary in Texas, which he’d carefully prearranged. He wouldn’t allow her to read the document but said it granted him permission to work with the Ann Arbor Family Court on her behalf to set up psychiatric services for her in Michigan, so she could have visitation rights with her son.
Obviously written by Mukherji and given legal form by his lawyers, the affidavit attests to the infinite selfless kindness and goodness of Somangshu Mukherji, the hapless victim of the evil machinations of Alex’s dad, who tirelessly strives for the innocent Mukherji’s destruction. And of course, as would any affidant, Alex attests to being a violent, psychotic basket case, a danger to herself and others, incapable of independent judgment, her life blessed solely by the ongoing sacrifices of her husband Somangshu. “No one sane would sign that,” she said disbelievingly, safely back home, as she sat reading Mukherji’s rambling delusional fabrication. Worrisomely, this large man, who has sole custody of our small grandson, may actually believe it to be true because he wrote it.
The Delusional Fabrication Somangshu Mukherji Coerced His Wife Into Signing Sight Unseen
Mukherji’s defamation legal team at Minc Law used the feloniously obtained affidavit in petitioning the New York Supreme Court to grant him a quick bench trial. (The document’s true worth would be as part of a case study of malignant narcissism.) He’s been trying to get out of the jury trial he initially demanded. Jury trial representation is pricey. Mukherji is unemployed. And changing to a bench trial requires my consent.
Safely home, Alex filed another fraud complaint with IRS, reporting the coerced endorsement of her stimulus check and describing the assault. She also submitted an affidavit to the New York Supreme Court disavowing the coerced affidavit. My trial defamation is still scheduled for November.
His Wife’s Affidavit of Somangshu Mukherji’s Coercion, Beating Of Her And Theft Of Her Money
Serendipitously, while Alex was at Mukherji’s–after he coerced her for the first signature and before he beat her for the second one–she overheard Mukherji being fired. A University of Michigan official called him and told him his academic contract was not being renewed for the next school year. “Serious discrepancies in your work,” was what she overheard. Then came the beating.
Mukherji forged Alex’s signature on his 2019-20 Federal and state tax returns and falsely claimed her as a dependent while she was living with us. He pocketed her 2019 Federal stimulus payments, laundering them through a joint checking account Alex had never been allowed to use and had mostly forgotten.
Her husband’s duplicity revealed to her during a meeting with an IRS agent, Alex froze that joint account in time to torpedo the direct deposit payment of both hers and Mukerji’s 2021 Economic Stimulus payments. That money’s in the wind. However, the now-former assistant professor had kept a 2019 $900 paper Stimulus check that arrived for Alex. With the joint account frozen, he couldn’t just mark it for deposit–getting her money required her signature, which he apparently didn’t dare forge with IRS audits looming. (I don’t know if Mukherji desperately needed the money or if stealing from our family has become a vital part of his psyche after so many years of thievery.)
Beats His Wife, Steals Her Money
Shortly after his call with the university official, Mukherji presented Alex with her IRS check and ordered her to sign it over to him. When she refused, he flew into one of his rages, twice slamming her over the head with a baby gate as she defended herself with raised arms and a swift kick.
Fearing even more for her safety and that of Avram, she signed the check over to Mukherji and fled into the night. On the street, she at last called her mother, who sent the Ann Arbor police to meet with her outside. They were as always unsympathetic, refused to investigate her complaint, and went on their way, to further serve and protect. (Both Alex and her husband are well known to the Ann Arbor police. They were unaware that he was no longer a professor and so no longer a member of a protected class in the city of Ann Arbor.)
Having nowhere else to stay, Alex returned to Mukherji’s, saying she’d been out for a walk.
Dumps Her In A Brothel
Any premises where prostitution commonly takes place qualifies as a brothel. Wikipedia
Waiting until her son was asleep, Mukherji announced that the child custody order made it unlawful for her to visit with Avram, with whom she was visiting, and that she would have to stay in a motel for the rest of her visit. He’d reserved a room for her.
He told Alex he’d bring Avram by the next day so they could visit, and he’d also bring her some food. She hasn’t seen him since. Trying later to call him, she found he’d blocked her number as he often does. Fortunately, she had some of the money left that we’d given her. The next day we wired her more, so she was able to eat.
The following morning, on a hunt for toilet tissue, Alex went to the motel’s front desk and blurted–she blurts–“Am I the only one in this motel who’s not a hooker?” They promptly threw her out, backed up by a very large, “scary looking” guy.
Going to the Amtrak station, Alex spent the night on the passenger platform. The next day she began making her way back to us in New York via bus and train.
The Waiting Game
This is now a waiting game. Will Somangshu Mukherji find a job for the next school year? If so, where? Time’s growing short for 2021-22 academic hiring.
“…no employer is going to grant you a sinecure, no matter how prestigious the colleges you graduated. People expect you to eventually produce work in exchange for your pay.
Mukherji’s a cashiered assistant professor with no credible body of work and an unsavory social media presence. According to his wife, he was frequently warned over the years at U.Mich of the need to indeed publish or perish. No employer is going to grant you a sinecure, no matter how prestigious the colleges from which you graduated. People expect you to eventually produce work in exchange for your pay. Somangshu didn’t, so he was fired, despite years of warnings and feigning ignorance to colleagues as to why he was on the skids. It’s been my sad experience of many years that along with all his other debilitating issues, my son-in-law is one of the laziest creatures on God’s green earth. And that’s what got him fired.
Doing What We Can For Our Neglected Grandson From Afar
Despite Mukerhji’s orders, Alex snapped a hurried picture of her son while Mukerhji was in the bathroom. The contrast between Avram now and when he was last with us, his blood relatives, in 2019, is appalling. Here he was happy, well-fed, and not underweight. He was especially delighted to explore the out-of-doors for the first time.
We’ve been sending clothes, toys and small treats to our grandson. We’re appalled by the condition in which Alex found him in May (2021): ill-clothed, ill-fed, dirty, thin, still not toilet trained.
Avram will be 5 years old in August. The only clothes or toys of his that Alex could find during her visit were a few that we’d recently sent him. Most of the nice outfits we’d sent were missing. (Historically, Mukerji is an active online seller.) Avram dresses and changes his own pullups. And didn’t think it odd that “Daddy” ordered takeout while feeding him reheated chicken nuggets. (“Don’t give him any,” Mukherji ordered Alex, before polishing off the order himself. “Bones.” Must have been a limited TakeOutTaxi selection.)
Michigan Child Protective Services haven’t reported back on any of our requests for a welfare check.
7/2/21 Somangshu Mukerjhi Breaks His Silence
Until the other day, Mukherji had ignored all attempts at communication. He responded to Avram’s mother’s latest query of concern with his usual sneering cruelty. (Mohan is Avram Mohan; egrace is Alex.)
Mukherji’s University of Michigan email account is still active. Seems the university is graciously letting him use it while looking for work, and to continue harassing his American family, despite my many complaints. Go Wolverines.
The olive branch has been extended. We await.
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What is Herkimer’s Hydraulic Canal? How does it impact FEMA flood designations which influence both property values and the cost of flood insurance?
In the 1830’s Herkimer, NY was home to several major industries including furniture manufacturing and a paper mill. Local companies made use of hydraulic energy to power their production enabled by the construction of the Herkimer Hydraulic Canal. The canal’s water originated in West Canada Creek.
Eventually, the canal was no longer used and became a dumping site and a flood hazard. By 2021, a remediation project succeeded in making the hydraulic canal area much safer. The former Herkimer Hydraulic Canal is now cleaned, filled in, and flood safe. It is now a lovely green space. Newer parts are fenced off and hopefully will become a village park that leads to the banks of the Mohawk River.
If you think your property has incorrect FEMA flood zoning you can submit a zoning change to FEMA!
It appears that remediation has not yet become part of the FEMA flood risk map commonly used by realtor.com. FEMA still shows this area as a dangerous flood zone (FEMA flood map-featured image-top). It continues to adversely impact local property values and gives potential home buyers concern.
If you are selling a home along the former hydraulic canal please contact FEMA to change your flood zone rating using this link. If you are planning on getting flood insurance, you should also consider examining your FEMA designation and make an effort to correct it where applicable. It can save you from higher premiums!
Herkimer’s 339 Eureka Ave Pickaxe Gang struck again on D-Day, invading vacant vandalized 337 Eureka, their leader wielding his signature pickaxe as he further ravaged a portion of the rear border fence we share with 337. We’re wondering if Boris and Natasha sent them.
The shaggy-haired blond middle schooler first attacked the old wooden fence on 5/12, kicking out a few panels, then watched from next door at 339 Eureka as Linda Kaidan mended the damage with materials on hand, sharing a few fence repair tips with him as she worked. He said nothing, but judging from his method of attack on 6/6, he listened well, carefully deconstructing her repair by first removing the key vertical iron fence posts before ripping and bashing the weakened horizontal sticks.
Job well done, he gave our surveillance camera a defiant two-handed finger salute and turned away with a scowl. He and his three cohorts, one his younger clone, hung out in 337’s thoroughly vandalized backyard for a while. Here’s the video:
0:01 5/11/21 Both boys at home at 339 Eureka. Younger one retrieves ball from our yard.
1:05 5/12/21 Both boys in yard of 337 Eureka.
1:52 Older boy kicks out fence slats.
2:42 Neighbor mends fence as older boy watches from 339 Eureka.
3:22 6/6/21 Both boys in yard of 339 with two others. Older boy knocks out more slats.
4:12 Older boy begins demolishing mend to fence made on 5/12 by L. Kaidan.
6:49 Older boy finishes job with pickaxe. Salutes our camera with two fingers.
We first sighted a Pickaxe Gang boy on 5/11, when their youngest member came chasing a ball into our yard. Slipping through our gang-ravaged fence from the child trafficking lot side, the kid reclaimed the ball and skillfully kicked it over both fences and back into the yard of 339 Eureka, giving our closest camera a glance.
339 Eureka Avenue Long A Suspect Property
We’ve long marked 339 Eureka as associated with local gang chief Stanley Sykes and associate Carrie Ann Bass, the most recent gang to have trafficked kids and drugs out of adjacent 341 Eureka. Sykes, Bass’ putative father-in-law, had access to 339 during his years at 341 Eureka. Bass still may—she has but to walk next down Eureka Avenue to be off of our cameras. (I suspect Bass serves as the gang Airbnb host for 339 Eureka.)
The only times 339 Eureka has shown any signs of life is when kids, fleetingly seen, quickly come and go from there.
We’re in the midst of a national housing shortage–Herkimer properties are becoming gold, yet 339 Eureka is still vacant most of the time.
Amir and Selma Covic – Owners of 339 Eureka Avenue
339 Eureka has been owned by Amir and Selma Covic since 2014. They also own 330 Eureka Avenue. We overlook the backyard and deck of 339 and have for almost eight years, but we’ve never seen the Covics, either in the flesh or on our surveillance cameras. We’ve taken to keeping their photo, marked “Boris and Natasha,” on the wall beside our surveillance cameras’ monitor. Smart money says we’ll see Boris and Natasha at 339 long before we see Amir and Selma.
339 Eureka Avenue – A Child Trafficking Hold House?
We’ve been including 339 Eureka Ave on our Child Trafficking Hub maps for years –we call it a Hold House: a house kept empty and held for use at need by traffickers, but not occupied by them. We’ve also been suspicious of equally vacant 337 Eureka, its owners concealed through ownership by a New York corporation.
7/20/2017 Mystery Woman with Sykes Gang and at 339 Eureka
…nighttime backyard poisonings grew to a frenzy the closer our trimming came to 337 and 339 Eureka.
Poison gas has been blasted into our front and backyards over the years. The backyard gassing, we now believe, was to keep us from looking too hard at 339 and equally empty 337 Eureka. It’s had the opposite effect–it attracted our attention. So, this year we finally had the time to do something about it. We blasted back with lights, trimmed the vegetation and plastered the yard with cameras.
The nighttime backyard poisonings grew to a frenzy the closer our trimming came to 337 and 339 Eureka. We awoke some mornings to a yard saturated with a gaseous, flesh-searing caustic redolent of a meth bake. (It’s Herkimer–we know the smell.) Our backyard was a World War I battlefield. We broke out the gas masks again.
Only when we cleared the last of the undergrowth and overhanging limbs obscuring the 337-339 border fence did the attacks slacken. Then came Pickaxe Boy.
Did Boris and Natasha send him? Or did he and his co-vandals just slip off the reservation? The afternoon of 6/15/21 Carrie Ann Bass unwittingly told us.
Carrie Ann Bass – Herkimer Child Trafficking’s Airbnb Host?
Early that afternoon, Carrie Ann was overheard on her cellphone being reamed out by someone for her failure to prevent the Pickaxe Gang from vandalizing 337 Eureka. And just as I was finishing this article.
Phone Call Proves Suppositions
Carrie Ann Bass is the gang’s short stays hostess for 339 Eureka.
She let the lads of the Pickaxe Gang slip off the reservation.
Her client is very displeased.
Vandalism reported to the Herkimer Police, with videos. (Officer Carbone.)
Hostess Bass enjoyed a good turnout, with about 30 guests at its nighttime peak. Unlike previous gang parties in the child trafficking lot, this one lacked drug-addled mindwipes howling at the moon and the booming of obscene misogynistic music shaking nearby houses, mostly just the happy shrieking of kids permeating our living room into the wee hours. And some occasionally loud but not totally vile music emanating from parked cars, the volume carefully nuanced to drop just as we were calling the police. Some fireworks, but all legal and an illegal but modest fire bowl crackling away over on the Eureka Avenue side of the parking lot.
Harvey is older now and seemingly into other things—this year he didn’t vandalize our fence or wave parts of his anatomy at our cameras. Boy’s growing up. Great things soon await.
Guests included gang members and neighbors. (But I repeat myself.) Among the attendees was Kyle (“I’m gonna sell crack until I die”) Stone, who now seems to live at Bass’ 341 Eureka Avenue, and a busy few drug runners arriving late, obvious by their bulging backpacks. Given that we weren’t blasted with volatilized pesticides the next morning, some of our resident poison gassers were also probably among the guests and partied late. Can’t say if anyone from drug thug Kim Vargas’ krew at 328 Pleasant Avenue or from the Joyce Barton’s granny-beating gang at 333 Pleasant Ave were in attendance, though Bass, Vargas and Barton have been seen socializing.
Still worrisomely absent again this year was Utica gang chief Stanley Sykes, a self-proclaimed member of the Crips, memorable for offering us $1,200 for our house in the midst of a massive 2017-18 campaign of poison gas attacks on us. (Stanley is hard to miss.) And also Kyle Stone’s crack-selling chum, Xavier Rowe of 326 Pleasant Ave, both Herkimer native sons. Xavier might have been there—didn’t review all the 14 hours of footage.
The three houses of Herkimer’s Historic Child Trafficking Hub—332 and 334 Pleasant Avenue and Bass’ 341 Eureka Avenue, are a traffickers’ sanctuary, owned by landlord Jay Smith. His trafficking hub tenants appear to enjoy the worry-free status of a protected class within Herkimer. Smith’s long been rumored to be selling those three beauties through a land contract. If so, they haven’t closed yet and remain his malignant huckleberries.
Loyal viewers of our herkimerpost.com videos will note we filmed Carrie’s party on a new camera. We’re testing several streaming 4k HD POE cameras at various resolutions. The new generation of surveillance cameras are easily installed, record in MP4, require no decryption and can be monitored on any device from anywhere. And of keen interest to our neighbors, all have great audio. The winning camera model will supplement our hardwired CCTV cameras.
As a courtesy to our neighbors, I’ve posted a few hi-def pixs of the party, suitable for downloading and framing. Enjoy.
Herkimer’s soaring into a brave new world, as people migrating from our coasts to climate and pandemic safety zones such as upstate New York move here, contending briskly for homes. A house in our cute conveniently located village seems to sell every 90 seconds, even as prices continue ever upward. The sharp-eyed will have spotted license plates from as far away as Alaska and Washington state, California and Texas, with the Carolinas and Florida well-represented.
There are a phenomenal number of people scoping out our once forgotten area. Linda Kaidan’s photos of the Mohawk Valley, centered on Herkimer, have had over 4 million views. In the last 30 days, The Herkimer Post has enjoyed almost 15,000 page views, 90% of them from new visitors. We have a well-earned reputation for telling it as it is. And you do want to know how it is there before you commit to someplace new. (“We Publish What They Won’t” proclaims our masthead. We are not “The Herkimer Happy Hour.”)
When the eviction moratorium ends, we’ll probably see more houses for sale here as nonpaying tenants are moved on and battered owners decide to wash their hands of what was once a safe, reliable investment. Even then there won’t be enough housing stock to meet the press of the demand.
Historically in boom times, undeveloped land is the next to go. Given the rapid growth of chip manufacturing in Upstate, notably Cree in Utica, this region may become the new Silicon Valley. Hopefully, New York will impose strict controls on growth. I hope we won’t see our magnificent countryside crammed with houses and choked by traffic.
Somangshu Mukherji’s Brazen Lawlessness and Treachery is the latest in the ongoing series A Herkimer Kidnapping, which chronicles the illegal taking of our four-year-old grandson Avram from his mother by her Green Card husband, U. Mich assistant professor Somangshu Mukherji, and Mukherji’s continuing outrages against our family. Our daughter Alexandra hasn’t seen her son for two years and only spoken with him twice.
Somangshu Mukherji And The Little Boy Who Wasn’t There exposed the cruel hoax Mukherji perpetrated on his mentally ill American wife, inviting her to visit with her young son in Ann Arbor, only to find after a grueling trip that Mukerji had left the four-year-old with a couple in Rhode Island. (Mukherji’s not his birth father.) Mukherji succeeded in making her return train trip to us here in New York harrowing.
Somangshu Mukherji Violates Custody Order – Stealthily Exiles His “Beloved Son” To Rhode Island
During his custody hearing testimony, Mukherji complained that the presence of his “beloved son” interfered with his academic duties and research..
By exiling little Avram, Mukherji, the sole custodial parent, flagrantly violated multiple Michigan family court orders–the child was not to be with anyone other than Mukhjeri and not to be removed from Michigan. Yet Mukerhji placed him without court approval with a couple over 700 miles away, exposing his true feelings for the unfortunate boy his wife alleged he often called “the little bastard.”
Somangshu Mukherji Impedes Parenting Time For Avram’s Mother
In violation of a May 2020 Ann Arbor Family Court order, Mukherji has impeded parenting time for Alexandra: he refuses to speak with her about scheduling and told Alex that he’d called the court-appointed parenting time coordinator, Catholic Charities Social Services of Ann Arbor, to advise he would not participate in parenting time, and that talking with her son would jeopardize Avram’s safety. (Per a three-way phonecon on 3/17/21 between Alex, her mother, and Catholic Charities.)
Somangshu Mukherji’s Identity Theft And Tax Fraud
Alex has lived in upstate New York with us since January of 2019. She was eagerly looking forward to receiving her Federal Stimulus payments so she could retain a Michigan attorney to pursue enforcement of her visitation rights. Those payments never came. Mukherji stole the first two and tried to get the third one.
In February, Alex met with an IRS agent in the Utica IRS office. According to the tax transcript IRS gave her, Mukherji filed his tax year 2019 return as a joint return, fraudulently signing Alex’s name. Based on that identity theft, he was paid her portion of Stimulus Payments 1 and 2, totaling $1,800, laundering her payments through the medium of an old joint bank she’d forgotten. As he’s historically done, Mukherji moved her money to his own account.
Alex found and closed that account. And seemingly in just time for Mukherji’s combined electronic “family” stimulus payment of $4,200 to bounce, $1,400 of which was our daughter’s money. Given her identity theft and fraud reports to IRS, Mujkherji may never see any of that money or the new child tax credit. Then there are his fraudulent tax filings with the State of Michigan.
Although he does not seem to have a job for the coming academic year, Mukherji appears to have used some of his more recent ill-gotten gains to finance his defamation suit against me. It would have amused him.
In January, I was deposed for six hours by Mukherji’s two attorneys regarding my allegedly defamatory postings about him, albeit in the comfort of my home and underwear. (Mukherji was present as a muted observer. Perhaps he thought it was a trial.)
Somangshu Mukherji’s Income Doesn’t Support His Serial Litigation Passion
Somangshu Mukherji clears about $2,000 bimonthly, according to the joint checking account statement Alex obtained while shutting down his money laundering account. He rents an upscale condo townhouse at 2767 Barclay Way, Ann Arbor, close to where he teaches. Similar condos rent for $2,000 a month.
Somamgshu’s defamation suit is but the latest expression of his passion for expensive paper. His child custody litigation, order of protection, avoidance of divorce and spousal support for his mentally ill American wife, the source of his Green Card, have so far generated about another 6 inches of paper above that shown in the 16-pound mound above. He must have surely spent in the middle to high five-figures in legal expenses these past three years.
“How does Somangshu Mukherji, on his modest income, afford his lifestyle even while bettering the lives of so many attorneys? Not by teaching music theory.”
Somangshu Mukherji – A History of Abuse and Treachery
How does Somagnshu Mukherji, on his modest income, afford his lifestyle even while bettering the lives of so many attorneys? Not by teaching music theory.
Alex, back with us after an absence of many years, and stable on her meds, has some insight: Her husband Somangshu is a big saver, she reports. Of his and others’ money.
A few years later, when Mukherji was a lecturer at Princeton, I cosigned a Federal student loan for Alex so she could, at his insistence, resume her art studies Queen’s College in NYC. Faster than summer lightning, she says, he stealthily moved the cash payout portion of her loan from their joint account into his own account. That money was for her educational expenses She never saw a penny of it. She was very ill at the time with the untreated bipolarism Mukerhji ignored. She dropped out of college. I am still paying on that loan.
And of course, Somagnshu is very frugal. In her custody case filings, Alex attested to his never buying anything for Avram but diapers, formula and Ovaltine, denying our grandson decent clothes, shoes and toys. “Never a dime,” she said. Alex he kept in rags and ill-fitting shoes. For years. Us he kept out of her life, she attested, confiscating the phones and clothes and toys we sent her, restricting and monitoring her Internet activities, and imposing a regime of forced social isolation.
Avram was overjoyed with his first toys ever when Alex and he fled here in February of 2019:
Somangshu Mukherji’s relationship with his American family has been one of endless treachery.”
Somangshu Mukherji – A Purpose For Writing
Writing this, I struggled for the right word to describe our son-in-law’s 17-year relationship with our family. Conning. grifting, knavery? They don’t jibe, and they don’t speak to the depth of his perfidy. He’s repaid kindness with abuse, warmth with cruelty and open-heartedness with thievery.
I finally hit on it: treachery. Somangshu Mukherji’s relationship with his American family has been one of endless treachery.
At my deposition, one of Somagnshu’s attorneys intimated that my postings are impacting my son-in-law’s ability to find employment, and reminded me that Somangshu is the sole breadwinner for our grandson. I said if Somangshu wanted to see why he couldn’t find a job, he had but to look into a mirror. And of course, one doesn’t negotiate with a faithless hostage-taker.
I’m not young. I’ve written this series not solely out of a duty to warn about my smooth-talking son-in-law, but also in the hope that someday our grandson will read it and know that, no matter what he’s been told, his true family fought for him and loves him and always will.
Fair winds and following seas to you always, Avram.
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