Source: Daily Record, The (NJ) Contact: http://www.dailyrecord.com/ Copyright: 1998 Gannett Satellite Information Network Inc. Pubdate: 29 Sep 1998 Author: Theo Francis Daily Record Note: Item number 10 of 26 in the series "Heroin: A Clear and Present Danger" NEIGHBORS GO TOE-TO-TOE WITH BRASH DRUG DEALERS Supply meets demand on a street in Paterson [PHOTO CAPTION] `Some of them say they're going to get me. I don't worry about it,' Sidney Barrier, 68, said of drug dealers that he chases away from his Paterson home. The retired boxer lost both his legs to circulatory problems. Photo by Dawn Benko PATERSON -- A tower from the Alexander Hamilton housing complex rises behind 68-year-old Irene Elvin's backyard, one of several in the development. When she moved there as a child more than five decades ago, the towers were not there. Neither was the bustling drug trade that flourishes in the parking lot between her yard and the buildings. Back then, when she was 11, there was little traffic on East 31st Street, which runs in front of her house. Back then, the green house was flanked by empty lots. "You never had to have your doors closed," she said. Pictures from her childhood show the street with flower-strewn lots and her, wearing a white cowboy hat, on horseback. Now, Route 80 is barely a minute away, an artery to carry a steady supply of customers to feed the heroin and cocaine market. The buyers often park on her street before they walk the few yards to make their purchases. The block is irrevocably changed, a place for prostitutes and addicts where she remembers horses and flowers. But Elvin, like her neighbors, holds on to the remnants of the neighborhood through compromise and sheer determination. Once, gardening in her backyard, her dog Peppy began barking. A shower of glass and bottles from the other side of her double fence answered. She took the dog inside, and stayed there herself. "I had to stop, I couldn't do any more," she said. Some years ago, when her mother was still living in the house, they tore down a dilapidated garage that local youths were using as a roof-top clubhouse. She has had rose bushes and azaleas stolen from her front lawn. But when she heard four gunshots on a Sunday night this month, then another two, she called the police. Mostly, Elvin just stays inside. "I put my alarm on and I don't hear anything from anyone," she said. "It's getting terrible around here." Across the street and a few houses farther away from the drug market, Sidney Barrier is feistier. "I chase 'em," the 68-year-old says. "I say, `I don't care what you do over there, I don't go over there. Don't you come over here.'" Both legs amputated because of circulatory problems, the retired professional boxer says he takes no guff from strangers who try to park in his handicapped spot, hit him up for change or try to scam him into letting them inside his home. He still trims the front lawn of the house he bought 13 years ago with hand shears, walking himself across the grass on his hands. In his backyard, he lifts 300 pounds on a weight bench. "Some of them say they're going to get me," he said. "I don't worry about it." The dealers are so bold -- so uncaring, perhaps -- that they'll approach anyone, he said. "Every time I go out," he said, "they hit me up for some money, or (ask) do I want drugs." As he talks, cars occasionally drive by, slow and stop at the end of the block, near the housing-project parking lot. Despite his bravado, Barrier is careful. "I can't say they're not dangerous, but they're most dangerous when they have a crowd," he said. "They will hurt you when they've got 10 or 20 together." That threat is most frightening to those who, unlike him, did not grow up in Paterson, Barrier said. "They are afraid to call the cops," he said. "They are afraid (dealers) are going to come through and blacken your eye or break all your windows." Joseph Brown, 52, lives across 31st Street from Barrier, in a house he bought 15 years ago. He is more wary than his neighbor, though he, too, has tried to hold out against the changing neighborhood. A dozen years ago, as crack cocaine spread and drug dealing and violence in the neighborhood reached a fever pitch, he grew scared to walk the few feet from his narrow driveway to his house a night. He installed a motion sensitive light. "When the light came on," he said, "they took bottles and tried to break the light," throwing them over his back fence into his driveway. The rain of glass broke his windshield. Dealers sometimes gather at the other end of the block, where it intersects with 22nd Avenue, he said. Before they got to know his car, they sometimes swarmed it as he turned into the street. "They run to you and think you're coming to buy from them," Brown said. "They charge the car. That scared me." Even beyond the fear they inspire, the drug trade brings endless nuisance, from steady traffic to the hundreds of glassine envelopes and other litter peppering the block, Brown said. His street is one way heading toward the housing development, but many customers don't know that and barrel up the street the wrong way. Still, few customers linger to cause problems. "Once they buy whatever, they take off," Brown said. "They don't even (use) it here. They just go." The parking lot is one of what police estimate to be 90 to 100 open-air drug markets in Paterson, which has 150,000 residents. Police say crime in the neighborhood by the Alexander Hamilton project probably hasn't changed much. Statistics show a big jump in recent arrests, rising from 95 in 1994 to 319 so far this year, Lt. Ray Benedetto of the Paterson vice squad said. That has more to do with the police than the criminals, however. "A lot of it depends on our manpower and the amount of time we have," Benedetto said. "We're a 25-man squad, and it's a big city." None of the three neighbors have qualms about calling authorities when necessary, though they say they have learned to pick their battles. All call the police when the pulsing music gets too loud late at night, or when the small crowds that gather at each end of the block become too threatening. Brown sometimes calls the mayor; Elvin calls her city council member. "We stick together pretty good," Barrier said. And sometimes the neighborhood can do more than call the police. Both he and Brown fondly remember Bill, a man who once lived next to Barrier. Now in a nursing home, he was spry and energetic. He would wear a radio at his belt and walk up and down the street, telling loiterers to move along. He looked for all the world like a cop, Brown said. "He used to get a kick out of doing that." The neighborhood has improved since the height of the crack boom, in large part thanks to increased police patrols, Brown said. "They used to raid that (parking lot) so much, the last year or so it's been quiet," he said. "It's much better." The parking lot is busy enough. On a recent Monday night, police staked it out for two hours, arresting eight heroin and crack customers, three of whom lived or grew up in Morris County. At times, four dealers ran to meet each buyer. On the grounds of the Alexander Hamilton complex, residents say their story is different that that of their neighbors on 31st Avenue, though few are willing to talk candidly. "You've got people who want to come down here and sit on a bench and watch their kids, and they can't," Sherman Reams, 29, said in a patch of morning sunlight in the parking lot, on his way to a construction job one day recently. Talking about drug-dealing, he occasionally nods his head toward some young men clustered at the lot's far end. "The dealers have respect for the grown-ups and the kids," he said. "They don't deal in front of the kids, or they say, `That's my mother over there. Don't do it in front of her.' " Most of the time, the dealers are just interested in making money. The customers just want to buy and leave. Most of the time. "You have to be more cautious and careful," one 33-year-old man who has lived at Alexander Hamilton for three years. "It's an environment where anything can happen at any time. You live until you can do better." - --- Checked-by: Mike Gogulski