New Concourse Pharmacy Recovery Fund

My pharmacy was looted during the wake of George Floyd’s death. The little mom-and-pop store, located in the heart of Bronx, was like my child, conceived exactly ten years ago and reared with blood and sweat, and an unspeakable amount of dedicated energy and time. On that unforgettable evening of mass protest against systemic racism, its metal gate was methodically cut open, glasses deliberately shattered, and supplies of medication, registers, computers systematically stolen - all violent and self-serving acts that went against the spirit of the movement, which I supported. Sadness itself would be inadequate to describe my emotion, as it went from despair to anger to frustration and everything in between. For the past few days we - myself, my brother, my father and my long-time colleagues at the pharmacy - worked tirelessly to pick up the broken pieces and tried to restore some semblance of its former past, a local community shop that served with pride. This would be a big project, as the losses are so much more than what my insurance would be capable of covering, not to mention my faith in the goodness of humanity has taken a sad turn. I hope this fund will help restore some of the material losses but more importantly, my weary spirit. 


With appreciation,