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Since last year they have opened the doors a lot wider and now...in years past the cubicles hardly ever had grafitti. Now a particular male (race withheld) who is obviously very insecure prowls the place and marks up the stalls with obscenities, graphics etc. When a complaint was made to the staffsperson, she acted very constipated towards complainer. She put on a great show of talking and chatting and acting as if it was the most unusual thing. I pointed out that if she didn't believe me, all she or they had to do was walk upstairs. Obviously that was too far a walk. They said a security person would check, but of course that too was just talk. The library is already not very secure because they allow riffraff to come into the library who are not even students. It is one thing to show liberality, but it is another to wonder what strange pervert might be prowling about. Once there was a perfumed (race withheld) crossdresser who sat right across from me in his lady's fur coat. He proceeded to read and look up at me every so often. Of course I moved away, but why was he even there. At least they have a complaints box.
It would take some time looking through all the photos in the SOR to identify anyone in the before-after mugs of the 900 of them or so...
931 is the latest count, not including other kinds of criminals in the metro area (http://sexoffender.dc.gov), so is it any wonder a few of them would be finding a nice cozy place to hang out and watch the pretty rich girls?
They have the creepiest people coming into this library because they equate open-door policy with liberalism. I have written on this before. Thanks to generous pay and hours, their cleaning staff not only do a lousy job cleaning (their vacuum cleaners apparently don't suck up hair or nails), but they take super long breaks and sit down right next to you to play games on the computer (if that is their real motive). Some of the guys---I think it's a pick-up gambit. One year there was this dude who specialized in grafitti in all the carrells to make himself feel better about being exceptionally artistic. Who am I complaining about now? There's these computers on the first floor that are supposed to be available to walk-in customers and students, but it is as if some of them have name-tags on them for some permanent resident walk-in patrons. Mind you, they do get visitors from the IMf, and alumni, and nearby universities, but the walk-ins I speak of appear to be the sort who would normally classify as public library residents. Like this one fat dude who always wears a red tee-shirt who is there all day, every day, and acts like that is his freaking place in the world, and not only this, but he has something to say about the other patrons (because he's a nosey type to boot). And the reference librarian he cozies up to (picture Albert Einstein's younger brother, but more homely and 30 pounds underweight), encourages these creeps! Of course, these creeps are all in on the misogynist attitude (writ me). Albert's cousin friend is this superweird loud disturbed individual who began residency at the gelman library circa spring this year. Now, like red-tee shirt, he is there every single time I visit the library (about once a week on any given day), and he takes up a central station on the first floor. But like red tee shirt, he is ridiculously nosey, and targets certain females (writ me) to try to secretly harass. To wit, yesterday, the minute I had started working at a computer near the reference desk, he sauntered over and began an hour long rendezvous with the reference librarian (Albert). Since he is pretty much there all the time, I am quite certain it was to take advantage of Albert's generous offer to let the schick stand there at the reference computer and look down at me every 30 seconds. I moved away, but he also tried to walk by and glare in my direction a few times. This walking by and glaring at me has happened the other times I visited the library and he was there. They also get some very sad sorts who normally classify as public library types---women---who are permanently working on their resume or something. One older woman only comes in late late at night (like around midnight) and parks at a computer for maybe an hour, but she really seems like a ghost. Then of course, as I said, the janitorial types, or taxi drivers out to get to use the internet for free. There's this one dude, who looks and dresses like he works at the Imf, but I figured by now he doesn't. Blond, curly hair, middle aged, wears a tie, and not bad looking. But he always tries to work near wear he can sort of eye the female students, whether it's first or fifth floor. And he isn't ever particularly working on anything---so that's how I realized he's just another creep. It is hard to distinguish between creeps and some regular alumns, such as older friends of the library who just like to sit and read or hang out. But the guys I mention are not just creepy, but their predatory ways contain a misogynistic streak. Add to this the fact that half the reference librarians (like Albert--he has a svelt sister sort too--but she's just mostly into looking like the wall flower who's come to life thanks to a job) are into aiding and abetting these angry, creepy permanent residents...and you understand why I am probably going to buy the computer printer that I have long put off buying...SOON! PS. Fedex ain't much better when it comes to late night visitors and public computers. PSS. These creeps really make the place feel not only unsafe, but color the prejudices of the staff because these creeps are such sickos.
the right adjective---demonic sorts---