This is by far the worst public swimming experience I've had either indoors or outdoors in NYC's network of pools.
Granted, it was a brutal high-nineties day when I headed over at three-something. First, I saw a cheery mural welcoming me to Kosciusko Pool, followed by high iron fencing and desolation beyond. I wondered if the pool had shut down, but my question was answered when I saw a line of inner city humanity pushed up against a concrete wall, trying desperately to avoid the heat in a one-foot-wide strip of shadow provided by the structure overhead.
Everyone expected pool cleaning to be from 3 to 4 p.m., but what they did not expect is for the afternoon re-opening to be delayed for about 45 minutes with no real explanation as to why, let alone an apology. A gaggle of cops stood across the line, just sizzling in their dark uniforms, talking amongst themselves, offering no answers, and avoiding eye contact with the common people.
A little girl asked me why I wasn't standing right up against the wall. She seemed really concerned about this. Confused, I found a kind way to tell her it was all right, and that I could stand the way I wanted to stand. Soon, I was to find out that I was wrong. NYC Parks staff members started walking down the eternal line, shouting about having locks, caps, and swimming diapers for babies, and telling us to get up against the wall. As if by reflex, the crowd flattened against the wall, leaving no space between sweating bodies in the sweltering heat. The little girl's sweet little face was in my shwetty back, and my chest was creepily pressed up against the mildewy towel draped over the shoulders of a pre-adolescent boy.
As the delay passed the half hour mark, people finally reverted to survival mode, deploying certain members of the family to purchase water. Others just complained, voices escalating with anger. I asked if this type of delay was a frequent occurence. "It's ALWAYS like this," a young girl bellowed.
When I finally reached the holy grail that was the ramp leading down to the basement locker rooms, I was pretty much frisked by two park attendants and perhaps a cop. Like a quarterback getting on the field, I ran through a tunnel. The tunnel was creepy, dirty in the corners, and had that cheesy reek of old chlorine mixed with miscellaneous filth.. The lockers were similarly dank and dirty.
I finally reached the 200x100 foot pool and stopped dead in my tracks because I realized it was the only option, other than the somewhat elevated, obscured kiddie pool off in the distance which I knew would be even more stagnant than what I saw in front of me.
Everywhere, bodies brawled in the water, completely keyed up in their relief from the heat. Even from a distance, the water was visibly tainted. I almost chickened out. This is unlike me. I scolded myself and stalked over to a remote corner and stepped in.
Wearing goggles may have saved my eyes, but was a poor course of action for other reasons. As I breaststroked tentatively through the throngs of kids, I saw with great clarity the clots of phlegm, tangles of hair, dirt, and brown looking streaks moving through the uniformly brown-green water. I gagged, and of course took in a nice mouthful of the concoction.
Unable to stop the thoughts of fecal matter, excretions, and dead skin cells that were undeniably and visibly present in the water, I jumped out in about five minutes, throwing up a little in my mouth. I showered until my skin stopped itching, threw my dress over my head, then ran out the way I'd run in, not even bothering to towel off since it was so hot outside. Some of the same people I'd seen in line were still standing there, looking quite hopeless as thunderclouds now threatened the horizon yet refused to provide respite from the heat.
A row of barricades blocked me from exiting. Keeping calm, I asked how to get out. Too lazy to speak, staff member merely pointed straight at the barricades, so I lifted it up myself and barged through, relishing its angry screech against the pavement. I left it open and kept running past the cops, past the mural, and down to the subway.
To literally wash myself of the experience, I made the trip to McCarren. Though I also had to wait there for about thirty minutes (it was just that hot of a day that all pools were at capacity), the experience confirmed by comparison that not all pools are created equal. But people are, and I wish I could go back and tell all those literally and figuratively poor kids back in the K-line that they have alternatives.
My goal is to support the park pools. And I have a ton of respect for the NYC Department of Parks and Recreation. But quite frankly, this facility is the failed state of city pools, and I'm not sure one can blame it on security issues of overpopulation. I'd urge the curious to stay away from this pool, especially on hot days, and make some space to those who are trapped by circumstance or by location into resorting to it. read more