Herkimer New York’s a picturesque crime-ridden village along the Mohawk. It’s cursed by a booming drug trade abetted by a rich history of failed governance. Our video-enhanced posts document a vivid public rape threat, drug trafficking, malicious trespass, child abuse, drug abuse, public drunkenness and brawling, harassment, public menacing, and crime coddling police responses.
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.
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.
The author of this work hereby waives all claim of copyright (economic and moral) in this work and immediately places it in the public domain; it may be used, distorted or destroyed in any manner whatsoever without further attribution or notice to the creator.
Last Wednesday our neighbor, Herkimer drug thug Kim Vargas, demonstrated skills acquired through decades of deadbeatism. Called on to surrender her unpaid for rented TV and laundry equipment, Vargas, tenant of Ft. Plain landlord Joe Handy, flawlessly demonstrated the aerodynamic potential of a flatscreen TV, sending it soaring gracefully from the driveway of her 328 Pleasant Avenue driveway to land beside the Great Rentals pickup van. Vargas then delivered the coup de gras to the machine, chucking it into the van as the Great Rentals guys stood clear.
Not pressing their luck, the rental recovery crew called the Herkimer Police to aid in the recovery of their laundry equipment from mighty mini Vargas. After some off-camera discussion with officers, Vargas again showed off her well-honed vandalism skills, scoring a perfect ten-point washer drop onto the sidewalk. A neighbor kindly delivered an unharmed dryer to the van (not shown), ending that day’s performance. Rest assured, there will be more. Vargas is an unending source of entertainment.
Thursday, 3/18, gave a brief glimpse of the simmering conflict between Herkimer’s entrenched gang families, their combat-seasoned neighbors, and the Herkimer community’s desire to see drug and child trafficking gone. Its focal point was the angry departure of Thug Vargas from 328 Pleasant Ave. Thug is the brother-in-law of our immediate neighbor Kim Vargas, who we’ve outed for drug trafficking and neighbor harassment. Don’t know his first name, but Thug is appropriate. (Surely there’s a warrant out somewhere on this guy?)
At 12:24 pm we heard enraged males shouting incoherently, off-camera, from the direction of the Vargas’ driveway. It’s next to landlord Jay Smith’s 326 1/2 Pleasant Avenue, aka The Drunks’ House. The loudest voice sounded like Kim Vargas’ brother-in-law, Thug Vargas—we know his voice from the Vargases’ threats and harassment. (“Kick your teeth down your throat.” I was trimming my yard.)
“We waited, but no pitchforks-and-torches mob descended on us…
Our indefatigable resident Jew popped outside for a moment as the angry shouting continued. “Some guy screamed ‘…Jews telling people what to do!” she reported. I pulled the audio feed. Couldn’t distinguish much from amid the berserk male voices. I may have heard “scum” repeated a few times. We waited, but no pitchforks-and-torches mob descended on us, for which we thank the well-known synergy between our surveillance cameras and law enforcement.
12:26 pm (0.01-0.17) Thug Vargas gets into U-Haul and drives off. Haven’t seen him since.
12:29 – 12:32 pm (0.18-1:10) Two Herkimer Police officers visit with the Vargases. (We didn’t call them. Our thanks to whoever did.)
With the weather turning nice we expect some of our murderous band of neighbors will try to resume their traditional Spring harassment and poisoning offensive. (Year eight.) In the past, we’ve overheard that our child trafficking and drug trafficking videos “hurt a lot of families”.
Herkimer Folks Not A Pack of Rabid Bigots
Note to new readers: We’ve been getting thousands of views per month from ip addresses across the US. Except for our child trafficking series, this is unusual for us. We assume many are from people looking to relocate. Underway now seems to be the start of the largest mass migration since the fall of the Roman Empire. Certainly, any decent real estate in our village is sold almost the instant its listed. License plates from coastal states and as far way as Alaska, California,and Nevada have been spotted in the Walmart parking lot.
About those Devolved Humans In Our Videos
The devolved humans on our street and in our videos aren’t reflective of Herkimer as a whole. Pleasant Avenue has long a gang street, and we’re ringed by the several houses still occupied by gang members, dug in like ticks.
It’s become obvious that the wholesale drug and child trafficking reported here has sharply declined. Regional and federal law enforcement have eyes in the skies and boots on the ground, and we quickly post about evildoing. Backed by the state police, the Herkimer PD has stepped up and respond speedily and effectively. Herkimer and all of Upstate New York are an area in transition.
Much of the property here in south Herkimer village is in sound shape, with spacious, sturdy 19th-century homes built by the master carpenters of the vanished Herkimer Standard Desk Company. They’re underpriced and in the most flood-safe part of the village, neighborhoods protected by a network of well-maintained dykes.
Those properties will come on the market once their owners are convinced that housing traffickers is no longer profitable.
The area around Herkimer’s gorgeous, sitting as it does at the confluence of the Mohawk River and West German Creek., an easy fifteen-minute walk from our home:
After winning sole custody of our 4-year-old grandson, University of Michigan Professor Somangshu Mukherji had Avram’s mother stripped of visitation rights. Stealthily depositing Avram 740 miles away, Mukherji returned to his solitary life in Ann Arbor.
He’d successfully shucked himself of his mentally ill American wife–the ticket to his green card–and of her son, who was not his blood relative. Free of the double-edged threat of child and spousal support, Somangshu Mukherji lay back to enjoy the prospect of lifetime tenure and a six-figure income. The good life was at hand.
Alas! The best-laid plans…
In April of 2019, our grandson Avram was taken from his mother here in our home in Herkimer, New York. He was taken by Herkimer County Sheriff’s deputies without a New York court order, at the behest of our wife’s husband, University of Michigan music professor Somangshu Mukherji, an Indian national.
Spiriting Avram back to Ann Arbor, Mukerji quickly oversaw the crafting and rubber-stamping of a court order essentially preventing our daughter Alex from seeing her son again. The order freshly in hand, Mukherji sent our daughter an obscene and sadistic email, vowing “you will never see your son again!” Based on that email, she was granted an order of protection (restraining order) to stop Mukherji’s cyberstalking.
True to his word, Mukherji prevented our daughter or anyone in our family from speaking with or seeing Avram. Mukherji wouldn’t answer Alex’s phone calls, or immediately hang up, sometimes with a terse “Go see a psychiatrist!” No photos of Avram were sent or offered. Somangshu Mukherji’s only interaction with his American family was to retain a “reputation protection” law firm to sue me for defamation by documenting his treatment of our daughter and grandson. His child custody and defamation litigation against us measures 6 inches and weighs 14.1 lbs and growing. Our failed attempts to have him pay spousal support and accept service for a New York order of protection are as light as they were futile.
Somangshu Mukherji’s actions made a mockery of his glib custody testimony. Our daughter had no lawyer.
Somangshu Mukherji's, love, redux: Mother must be part of son's life, Mukherji testifies
Absent from his email was the deep and abiding love of her that Somangshu swore to during Avram’s custody hearing:
Somangshu Mukherji Relents
Suddenly, on August 12th, 2020 Mukherji called our daughter. It was Avram’s 4th birthday. Mukherji was civil–my son-in-law can be winsome when he wants something. He let Alex speak with her son, who was overjoyed to talk with his mother for the first time in 16 months. Mukherji told Alex how much he and Avram missed her. He shared with her that Avram had made a dance video entitled “Where’s My Mommy?” and invited her to return to them in Ann Arbor, to see how things went, and offered her a train ticket.
Avram’s Mom Goes to Ann Arbor with Hope, Fear And Trepidation
Somangshu told Alex that his mother, who’d allegedly been Avram’s principal caregiver since he’d taken Avram from Herkimer, was returning to India on August 18th, 2020 and he couldn’t care for Avram alone. With much hesitancy and great trepidation, given Mukherji’s alleged long abusive treatment of her, Alex agreed. Only after four tries and four changes of schedule was she able to overcome her fears and board the train from Utica to Ann Arbor. Her mother Linda argued that she really had to go, as her son needed her. If it didn’t work out, she was welcome to return to us in New York.
I’ve know Somangshu Mukherji since 2003. Skeptical that he’d had an epiphany, I waited for the other shoe to drop.
Somangshu Springs A Surprise
On September 6th, after an exhausting eight-hour train and bus ride, Alex arrived via local bus at Somangshu’s capacious upscale Ann Arbor townhouse condo, eager to be reunited with her son. “He’s not here,” said Somangshu, opening the door. “I just took him to Rhode Island.” As he surely anticipated, she was crushed.
Watch For the Flying Pig!
Somangshu had left our grandson with my sister-in-law, Alex’s mother’s estranged sister, and her husband in Providence. “But he says he’s going to pick him up on Friday,” Alex told her mother on the phone, still hopeful. That call from Somangshu to Alex on Avram’s birthday must have come from Providence, we surmised.
I thought there was a better chance of a flying pig returning the kid to Ann Arbor than Somangshu. In her custody hearing Answer, (page 9) Alex alleged Somangshu often called Avram “the little bastard” which would belie his honeyed “my beloved son” custody testimony:
Love of His Son -Somangshu Mukherji's Custody Testimony
And of course, he loves his wife:
Somangshu testifying to his love for his wife.
That evening, Somangshu ordered takeout. He even shared it with Alex. In a touching attempt at reconciliation, she gave Somangshu her new tablet.
Somangshu Mukherji Judges And Diagnoses
A few days later, Somangshu allegedly told her it would be a few more days–he hadn’t completed his judgment of her mental fitness to be near her son. Somangshu has a doctorate in music theory and worked with primates at Harvard. Disagree with him, oppose his will, you risk being diagnosed:
Wife's wanting to divorce him symptomatic of delusion, testifies Somangshu Mukherji
Father-in-law's dislike of him symptomatic of self-destructive personality, testifies Somangshu Mukherji.
Although he wouldn’t let her speak with Avram on the phone, he did supposedly play Alex an audio of Avram speaking with Somangshu at her aunt’s in Providence. Alex tried calling her aunt directly, but her Aunt Janice didn’t pick up or respond to a voicemail.
Alex told her mother that Somangshu’s townhouse was mostly empty of furniture with little indication a young child had lived there.
Alex and Avram, Somangshu Mukherji’s Apartment, Ann Arbor November 2019
Alex Before Somangshu Mukherji
“Mukherji quickly moved to strip Avram’s mother of visitation rights, then surreptitiously deposited him far away and returned to his life in Ann Arbor.”
The three of us were skeptical as to how long ago Avram had really been shipped off to Providence, or if Somangshu’s elderly mother had ever been in Ann Arbor. It seemed unlikely he’d stashed mom on the sofa for 14 months in a house mostly devoid of furniture. Avram’s grandparents speculated that if our grandson was in Rhode Island, he’d been there since Somangshu had him taken from his mother in April 2019.
As with his wife, so with his son; Mukherji’s words were in sharp contrast to his deeds. He’d won custody of our grandson with these heartrending words of love and anguish at being separated from Avram for the three months Avram was with his mother and us in New York:
Somangshu Mukherji testifying to emotional "anguish" caused him by 3 month separation from his “son”. Here’s where he stashed him after regaining custody 20 months ago: Rosenfield-Kaidan Home, 13 Elmway St., Providence RI. Mukherji’s gotten on with his life in Ann Arbor, unencumbered.
Yet after winning sole physical custody of Avram, Mukherji quickly moved to strip Avram’s mother of visitation rights, then surreptitiously deposited him far away and returned to his life in Ann Arbor. The specter of child support payments no longer loomed. As for his cast off and penniless American wife, Mukherji capitalized again on the lack of a unified national family court system. He shrugged off New York spousal support hearings, dodged service of an order of protection, and left his mentally ill wife dependent on her retired parents and the State of New York.
Somangshu Mukherji no longer had need of his American family. His money was safe, his academic future bright. He would be granted a sinecure at the University of Michigan through tenure, his salary jumping into the six figures. He was also anticipating the publication of some books. He shared his achievements, real and envisioned, with the court:
Somangshu Mukherji testifies to his bright future.
Grandma Sends The Cops
Meanwhile, back in New York… Told that her grandson had been stashed at her sister Janice Kaidan’s house in Providence for god knows how long, the scales fell from my wife’s eyes. Only a few weeks before, she and Alex had briefly visited with Janice en route to overnight camping in Rhode Island. Janice and her husband Norman Rosenfield met only briefly with Linda in an empty first-floor room of their house. It wasn’t unusual–the two sisters’ relationship has been strained for decades. And Alex had long felt spurned by her Aunt and Uncle because of her bipolarism, and more so since she’d had Avram. Linda gathered Alex and left after an awkward and brief visit.
After speaking with Alex in Michigan, my wife immediately called her sister. Not unusually, Janice didn’t answer that or subsequent calls, nor would she respond to voice or emails.
Has Somangshu Been Fired?
Somangshu allegedly confided to Alex that he was losing his academic teaching post at UMich’s School of Music. Just when was not clear to her or us. It was Mukherji’s eighth year at UMich and he’d again failed to make tenure or publish those books he’d mentioned in his custody testimony. He assured Alex that “your idiotic Dad’s” blogging about him had nothing to do with it. (Though maybe my emails reporting him to his Dean and the UMich President served as a catalyst–the good professor was using his university email account to harass our family.)
Was Mukherji losing his academic teaching post? Not the sort of thing you say if it’s untrue.
Relations became strained, Alex commenting to her mother on the phone, “He can never be nice for more than seven days.” Alarmed at her husband’s alleged increasing attempts at micromanagement and growing hostility, she went out for a walk and didn’t go back. Calling her mother from the Ann Arbor Amtrak station, Alex got herself booked on the next Amtrak bus to the Toledo OH train station, the pickup point for the eastbound train to New York. There was the usual three-hour layover in Toledo waiting for her train.
Somangshu Mukherji In Pursuit
At 1215 am on 9/15, Alex called her mother from the Toledo Amtrak Station. She reported that Mukherji had followed her from Ann Arbor MI to Toledo OH via Uber. (He does not drive.) From what she said then and later, it was a harrowing experience involving Mukherji, the Toledo police, and Alex fleeing to the Women’s Room, Mukherji in pursuit. It would be her word against his. Though if what she said is true, it would under Federal law qualify as Interstate Stalking.
My wife and I can attest to an overheard portion of the incident, in which Mukerji approached Alex and threatened to have my wife, Avram’s grandmother, arrested for “potential kidnapping” and “contempt of court” if she tried to visit her grandson at her sister’s home in Rhode Island. (My wife is not a party to any of Somangshu’s voluminous serial litigation.)
It was awesome awakening at midnight to that familiar voice. I hadn’t heard Somangshu speak since his custody hearing testimony. There he decried me for everything but saving his ass from deportation in 2003–No Good Deed Goes Unpunished–and at great financial risk to our family, when he was allegedly ousted from Harvard. We did it because it seemed the right thing to do.
My wife asked Alex to tell her husband that if he followed her on to the New York train, she would meet the train with the Utica police and a copy of his New York Order of Protection.
Alex reported from her train that Mukherji eventually left the Toledo Amtrak Station, presumably for the echoing emptiness of his townhouse. She returned home safe but shaken and very depressed.
Knowing where Avram probably was, the action shifted south to Providence Rhode Island and the home of his secret keepers, Norman Rosenfield and Janice Kaidan.
So Far Away -Norman Rosenfield and Janice Kaidan’s – Where Somangshu Mukherji Stashes His Beloved Son
Norman Rosenfield and Janice Kaidan have always been Somangshu Mukherji’s go-to for stashing our grandson. Janice is my wife’s estranged sister, Norman is her husband. In our experience, Norman makes the decisions. We assume Mukherji pays them for Avram’s upkeep, and that it’s less he’d pay in child support.
Following Alex’s difficult delivery of Avram, Alex needed help caring for him and herself while she recovered from her C-section and postpartum depression. Rather than allowing her mother to come and stay with her, Somangshu traveled with his wife’s infant son to Rhode Island and left him there with Norman and Janice. FOR SIX MONTHS. Alex was coerced into being separated from her son – cut off from direct or indirect contact with her child by her husband- no photos, no status reports – a cruel pattern of behavior still in place.
During Aram’s custody hearing in April 2019, Alex, unrepresented, questioned Somangshu about this–allegedly he’d never before deigned to offer her an explanation for taking her son. Under oath, he finally did, shrugging it off:
Somangshu Mukherji Took His Wife's Son From Her At Birth, Sending Him Out Of State for 6 Months. Under Oath, He Finally Explains To Her.
Unable to inspire a response from her sister, Linda took Alex and on 9/17/29, drove the 500 roundtrip miles from upstate New York to her sister’s home in Rhode Island. Linda rang the bell and knocked on the front and side doors of her sister’s home. Two men working next door said hadn’t seen a four-year-old within the last 2 days. Her sister’s neighbors ignoring her when she knocked on their doors, Linda walked the neighborhood, decrying that a grandmother wasn’t allowed to see her grandson and on a high holiday. (Rosh Hashanah) Her cellphone video is below. (As per YouTube requirements, the identifying attributes of the guilty have been edited out.)
Somangshu Mukherji And The Little Boy Who Wasn’t There – Where The Trail Led
Video of 9/17/20 Trip to Providence
“You don’t have an appointment.”
Linda called the police and waited for them across the street from Norman and Janice’s. At this point, when she was no longer videoing, her brother-in-law Norman opened his front door a crack and peered out. When Linda approached, she said “Norman, Alex went all the way to Michigan because Somangshu said she could see Avram, but he wasn’t there. He said he was here. I just wanted to see if he’s here. I just want to see him, I don’t need to talk with him. I’m very very concerned. Especially as Somangshu told Alex that his teaching contract isn’t being renewed.”
At that news, the color drained from Norman’s face. “You can’t come in,” he said. “Why not?” asked Linda. “You don’t have an appointment,” said Norman, slamming the door in her face.
Shortly after that, the Providence police arrived in response to Linda’s call. Told what was happening, they advised her to ask for a wellness check. She said she’d done that a few weeks ago. She wanted to see her grandson, but her sister wouldn’t let her. She was advised to file in Michigan for grandparents’ rights. The police left.
Somangshu Mukherji Rages And Threatens Again
His grandmother’s attempt to see Avram triggered a torrent of email threats and abuse from the real Somangshu Mukherji to his wife, the honeyed words of his court testimony long behind him. They lend further credence to her calling him out as abusive and controlling:
Soon after Somangshu’s tirade, an email from Aunt Janice told Alex that Avram had returned to Ann Arbor. On 10/29, Alex called the Michigan State Police and asked for a wellness check of Avram at Somangshu’s townhouse. They reported at 8 p.m.on a cold night there was no answer to their knocks, no lights visible, no furniture on the first floor, and that the window glass was cold. Avram’s grandmother then emailed her sister, reporting what the state police had said, and asked for a photo of Avram. There was an unsigned reply: “The last time I saw him he was fine.” No photo was attached.
Your Own Family May Not Care, But Their Neighbors May
An admirable quality of Orthodox Judaism is its sense of community and mutual responsibility; not all of my in-laws’ co-religionists approve of Norman and Janice’s behavior. Following Linda’s public appeal to their Elmway Street neighbors, we were able to confirm that Avram is still there and looks ok.
We’ll be applying for grandparents’ rights in the appropriate family court, continue proxy-watching our grandson, and waiting to see where Professor Mukherji lights if he moves on from Michigan. I’ll continue opposing his legal machinations to take down my posts about him, and I’ll continue calling out his heinous conduct. I suspect more people have now read my articles about Somangshu Mukherji than all he’s ever written. Of course, that may change when those two books of his are published.
Our daughter Alex has had no contact with her son Avram since he was taken from her in April 2019. Her mental health declined steadily following Somangshu Mukherji’s sadistic bait-and-switch hoax during her August visit to him, and the cruel collusion of his creatures, her Aunt Janice and Uncle Norman. She’s now hospitalized for suicidal ideation and will be for a while. Wouldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, kept saying she just wanted “to be in heaven with my son.”
Alex returned from the hospital at Christmastime, much improved and stable on her meds.
On 1/8/21, she reported that Somangshu called her, allegedly saying that her son was back in Michigan. He let Alex speak with Avram for “about 15 seconds,” adding “Don’t you care about your son?! Your son needs you. Come home!” He also supposedly told her that at four and half years, Avram is not potty trained but attending preschool.
This was the first time Alex was allowed to speak with her son since he was taken from our home in April of 2019. She reported that in this recent conversation, Somangshu offered her a plane ticket from Syracuse to Detroit, changed his mind, then said he’d send a cab to take her to the Amtrak station in Utica. She said sure, but no cab ever appeared.
There’s no proof our grandson is back in Michigan. Somangshu didn’t offer to put Avram on video chat to speak with his mom. He could have called from Providence, where he says his word holds sway. Obviously, there’s no reason to trust anything he said. And no reason for Alex to again rush off to Michigan to again be tormented.
Oh. Somangshu’s upped his demand in his defamation suit against me to a million dollars and is demanding a trial by jury. The Herkimer Post will be there. Stay tuned.
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Here’s a short video of Kim Vargas’ absurd erection rising high. Kim Vargas is the latest in a succession of gang thugs barracked next door at Herkimer’s 328 Pleasant Avenue, owned by Joe Handy of Ft. Plain. She’s lofting this tent in response to our many videos and blog postings outing her and her krew’s wholesale drug trafficking, gang member hosting, neighbor poisoning, elder menacing and overall depraved rottenness. She’s been a busy girl since moving in 6 months ago.
Vargas supervised her krew of family and friends as they laboriously and ineptly erected that pavilion tent. It took 6 of them 4 hours to get it up; it only has one full side. I sped up the video; no need for us all to suffer.
Competent, sober friends who probably have a work ethic had to finish up for the Vargases. The intent of the tent, masquerading as a Halloween shrine, is to block our surveillance cameras from doing what they’ve done–capturing and curtailing the Vargases and their allied neighbors’ at 331 Pleasant Avenue’s activities by exposing them to public and law enforcement scrutiny. Sunlight is the best disinfectant as Mr. Justice Brandeis reminds us. It works.
Kim Vargas’ Absurd Erection -Video Timeline
0:01 -0:44 The tent goes up.
0:45 to End — Kim Vargis hosts village building code inspectors. I asked them to come by. That thing is just so in violation of Local Law 3. The most immediate issue is that we can’t see the street or sidewalk on one side while pulling out of our driveway. Lots of small kids, many of them from the Vargases’ house, often dart by on the sidewalk, low to the ground. Indeed, pulling out the day of this video, I almost collided with the code officers’ vehicle. They made Vargas open a part of the side for safe sidewalk and street viewing. Hopefully there’s enough visibility for me to not crush someone.
We’ve been told that the tent is an impermanent structure and won’t be allowed to become permanent. Obviously, we can still see who comes and goes from the Vargeses’ and their neighbors. After 6 years on Herkimer’s Pleasant Avenue, we’ve become adept at spotting and calling out gang activity and will continue doing so.
Kim Vargas is seen here complaining about our cameras and lighting. She and her krew moved in in April. The cameras have been here for three years. Who rents next to a house with 25 cameras if they don’t want to be videoed? Someone who’s paid to, that’s who.
Our parent organization, The Herkimer Post, is considering buying a quiet little camera drone and streaming area footage live. Those drones have grown more reliable and less expensive. Time to improve our game.
It’s harvest time here in Upstate New York. Pumpkins and apple cider, squashes and fall festivals, game suppers and Halloween. The leaves are turning and the crisp mountain air off the Adirondacks is like ambrosia. There are people out West who’d kill for a breath of our air. Compared to much of the nation, we’re pretty well off so far: Covid-19 infections are low, home sales are up, industry’s moving in. No drastic budget cuts yet. Much to give thanks for.
Here in our pastoral village of Herkimer, the community continues its good-hearted sharing of its abundance with our drug gang neighbors, notably the Kim Vargas gang, routinely delivering them free food, with the good stuff packed in ice.
The Vargases recently celebrated harvest season by destroying our bumper crop of squash with herbicide, with the added fun of slaughtering our sunflower plant. The sunflower taunted their inner ugliness with its beauty and grace for much of the summer.
“It’s obscene that in a time of national pandemic, hunger and growing homelessness, Herkimer continues to coddle its criminals.”
As we’ve noted before, throughout the spring and summer, our backyard was blasted with volatilized pesticide from the Vargases’ yard. Below is a video of a kind gentleman delivering food to the Vargases and to the drug trafficking gang on the other side of us, landlord Jay Smith’s Kyle Stone gang. The young gang guy taking the food boxes is Xavier Rowe. This is the most work I’ve ever seen Xavier do. Kyle himself makes a cameo appearance, carrying a box of Dunkin Donuts.
After that portion of the video, there’s an older clip of Joyce Barton of the Joyce Barton Gang delivering foodbank boxes to the Kyle Stones and some of her other neighbors before scooting into her house at 333 Pleasant Avenue with her own food. Photos of our poisoned crops and plantings are at the end.
Misplaced Charity Helps Sustain Herkimer Drug Gangs
It’s obscene that in a time of national pandemic, hunger and growing homelessness, Herkimer continues to coddle its criminals. Free food is but one example. Our Herkimer gangs are happily nested here, and why not? It’s been the good life for them for the long decades in which Upstate New York was the poor country cousin of Downsate. Supportive landlords give them sanctuary, and the community and the state of New York provide them SNAP and cash assistance, fuel subsidies, utilities’ help, top of the line Medicaid coverage and a world class Medicaid dental insurance. And all amid the comfort of extended family networks.
“Only New York would put up with these destructive social parasites. They traffic poison and poison their neighbors.”
We’re close to shopping and astride major transportation routes and near magnificent recreational areas. (Herkimer’s drug and child traffickers vacation throughout the summer; we’ve heard some chat about their camps in the hills.) Why ever would they move? Heck, I wouldn’t. Only New York would put up with these destructive social parasites. They traffic poison and poison their neighbors. In Florida, where we moved from, they’d be lucky to be merely homeless or in jail. And of course Herkimer’s gangs have long driven out many who opposed their domination of ours and other streets.
Herkimer Becoming A Refuge Amid Pandemic And Climate Relocation
Times are rapidly changing: the area’s becoming a relocation mecca for its climate stability. Nice houses here get snapped up as soon as they hit the MLS. Rents are absurd. Drive the village streets; longtime residents and newcomers are busily fixing up their houses. Look at the out-of-state license plates in the Walmart parking lot: California, Texas, North Carolina, Florida. Many are on upscale German imports. There’s money behind this. Two recent examples–artisans replacing a slate roof on one of the long neglected grand old homes in north Herkimer. Slate. (!) While down the street at another house, about an acre of brick exterior was being carefully repointed and cleaned.
“History may mark this time as the beginning of the largest mass migration since the fall of Rome.”
This isn’t a casual movement of a few, it’s a significant change in human geography in response to global crisis. History may mark this time as the beginning of the largest mass migration since the fall of Rome. A lot of people are coming here and they all need homes. Boomtimes banishes gangs as property values soar and slumlords send their tenants packing and sellout. Yes, even on Herkimer’s Pleasant Avenue. We saw it in Boston and we’re seeing it here, though the transition is much faster. There’s no room for gangs in this new world.
Thuggish Behavior Marks Herkimer Drug and Child Traffickers
“Our Herkimer gangs are deeply inbred, part of an extended kinship network — members all know each other, and are often though not obviously related by blood or de facto marriage.”
In our six years of hard-won experience with Herkimer’s gangs, they’ve taught us that threats and harassment are how they dispose of neighbors who might out their drug and child trafficking. If that doesn’t work, poison gas attacks soon follow. We’ve been subjected to all three since Herkimer’s Kim Vargas and her family moved in next door to Joe Handy’s a few short months ago. The drug trafficking started soon after they arrived and grew, as did the Vargas’ prosperity.
Below are videos of Kim Vargas and family trafficking from Joe Handy’s Herkimer Drug House. The clips record a day or two’s trafficking in June by car and backpack. There’s also a video of the Vargases networking with the street’s several drug trafficking gangs.
Videos of Trafficking From Joe Handy’s Herkimer Drug House
Vargas Backpack Drug Trafficking 328 Pleasant Avenue Herkimer
In the world of Herkimer gangs, children are a multi-purpose resource. We’ve seen gang family kids pimped, used as harassers and drug couriers. We’ve watched Herkimer’s gang families traffic other peoples’ young children like lambs to the slaughter.
The Kim Vargas’ family are typical, the kids doing as told, for the family. Both Joel Vargas Jr. (tall teen, hair queue) and his presumed younger sibling, aka Little Vargas, can be seen delivering product out of landlord Joe Handy’s 328 Pleasant on any given day. This is what it looks like.
It’s obvious Kim Vargas and her drug trafficking family krew are closely allied with 331 Pleasant Avenue, across the street from them: watch as Joel Vargas Jr takes a bunch of thebackpacks from Kim Vargas’ 328 Pleasant Avenue over go to 331’s white pickup truck — 1:04 minutes.
3:00 – 3:22 Crime Pays – FedEx Ground dropping off big packages at Kim Vargas’. Again, just a sample — I’ve missed a lot of these deliveries. (What’s in those huge light boxes? Fresh backpacks?)
Miscellaneous – What with NY’s catch-and-release bail reform and Covid-19 compassionate jail releases, Herkimer’s Pleasant Avenue’s become a bustling drug backpackers’ byway – there are a few clips in here of non-Vargas drug mules transiting the street. And there’s the usual trafficking out of landlord Jay Smith’s 326 1/2 Pleasant Avenue, next to Kim Vargas – Joe Handy’s 328 Pleasant. Jay Smith’s longtime tenant at 326 1/2 is Shawn Thompson (“Shawn of the Shuffling Dead”), last heard telling Kim Vargas that he’d be putting anthrax in our mailbox. (Probably not a Walmart item.)
Kim Vargas Car Drug Trafficking 328 Pleasant Avenue Herkimer
When Herkimer’s Kim Vargas and her family moved into landlord Joe Handy’s 328 Pleasant Avenue a few months ago, they didn’t have a working car. The doughty Kim Vargas began trafficking by battery-powered ATV, possibly inspired by example of her friend and possible relative, Curtis Doolen, aka Curtis Cool. (0:01-0:15 mins) Curtis trafficked for years out of 328 Pleasant Avenue.) Kim Vargas’ ATV soon paid for itself—she got herself a car and put it right to work. Here’s a day’s car trafficking out of 328 Pleasant. Mostly Kim Vargas, though older son Joel Vargas Jr. (tall teen, hair queue) sometimes takes the wheel.
I counted 10 quick roundtrips that day, but I may have missed a few. It was a typical trafficking day at the Vargases. Sometimes its solo trips, sometimes runs to drop off or retrieve backpackers,. There’s a stop at what seems to be an allied trafficking property near the King Street end of Pleasant Avenue, 307 Pleasant Avenue. (1:40 mins). What appears to be the white pickup truck from 331 Pleasant is parked there. (Our herkimprost.com camera drone is down for repair.)
Kim Vargas Drug Gang Networking 328 Pleasant Avenue Herkimer
“All are from the street’s drug trafficking houses, a cluster of 1900’s homes mid-Pleasant Avenue: 328 (Vargas – landlord Joe Handy), 332 (Stone – landlord Jay Smith) and 331 (unknown tenants – landlord Hoover Greece LLC ).”
Our Herkimer gangs are deeply inbred, part of an extended kinship network — members all know each other, and are often though not obviously related by blood or de facto marriage.
These are a few clips of one of the Kim Vargases networking with some of Pleasant Avenue’s other drug gangers. All are from the street’s drug trafficking houses, a cluster of 1900’s homes mid-Pleasant Avenue: 328 (Vargas – landlord Joe Handy), 332 (Stone – landlord Jay Smith) and 331 (unknown tenants – landlord Hoover Greece LLC ).
0:01 Kevin Stone of the Stanley Sykes Gang shares a smoke with one of the older male Vargases and a passerby on the Kim Vargas’ porch at 328 Pleasant Avenue.
01:55 Driver of blue car from 331 Pleasant goes to 328, then meets with Xavier Rowe of Kyle Stone’s drug trafficking gang (2:28). That remarkably shiny car makes the rounds of the village day and night.
3:06 Kyle Stone, Xavier Rowe and Kim Vargas’s putative brother-in-law, aka Thug Vargas, in front of Kim Vargas’ 328 Pleasant.
4:53 They’re joined by the white pickup truck from 331 Pleasant. White pickup often seen working with the Kim Vargas and krew, moving backpacks here and there. (See our Vargas’ backpacking video.)
Real Estate Tsunami Will Soon Purge Herkimer’s Gangs From Their Cribs
Prosperity washes away gangs. There’s a real estate sales tsumani roaring down on Upstate NY as people from all over the US seek safe havens from the pandemic and accelerating climate change. This area has proven to be one of the safest in the US from both threats and a good buy. Our constant monitoring of real estate sales and sold prices shows a wave of affluent buyers and cutting edge business relocating to northern New York.
Landlords like Joe Handy and Jay Smith will be seeing offers they can’t refuse, or that their families won’t let them refuse. Herkimer’s gangs will be sent packing and those lovely old village homes they occupy will be sold, restored and improved. Perhaps I can then go finish writing that novel I started seven years ago.
Our little security light sure keeps bringing out Herkimer’s servants of darkness. They hate that it illuminates the otherwise inky blackness of some of ill-lit Pleasant Avenue’s traditional drug and child trafficking areas. Putting up the light, we were immediately attacked by neighbors who crave darkness. That didn’t work. So now our criminal neighbors are summoning their nerve to take out the light. On camera.
Here’s a video of recent forays by two of Herkimer’s servants of darkness, The Pusher and The Blocker:
Herkimer Servant of Darkness 1 – The Pusher
0:01-0:09 – Yes, it’s Kyle Stone again, shoving the light. He lives next door at Jay Smith’s 332 Pleasant Ave. Traffics out of there. Kyle may not be immuned to Covid19, but he does seem immune to being jailed. And obviously still unable to dress himself without the help of his long-suffering mother.
Herkimer Servant of Darkness 2 – The Blocker
0:10 – End Despite six years in the trenches here, I don’t recognize this guy. His swagger and unblinking trespassing and vandalism mark him as a gang guy with their usual sense of entitlement to anything they see. Here he proves that stupidity and arrogance are often entwined, breaking the law on three cameras and within a few feet of an audio pickup.
Gang guy ineffectively blocks our light on the side with a piece of cardboard, then chats briefly with durable Herkimer drug and child trafficker Carrie Ann Bass, who pulls up across the street in the dented roller skate of a car the gang’s letting her use. She thanks him, proclaims him “My savior!” He says “That’s so fucked up!” with righteous indignation. (He means the light he failed to fuckup.) They then go their separate ways, she to traffic, he to probably also do good.
Perhaps they’re testing to see if we’re watching the cameras and if the cameras work? We are. They do. See the post the light is mounted on? It has room for another light facing toward Protection Avenue and Kyle Stone’s. Anything happens to light #1, we’ll add light #2 and bump up the wattage.