walter kovaks

Woman who’d ordered special dress. Kitty Genovese. I’m sure that was the woman’s name. Raped. Tortured. Killed. Here. In New York. Outside her own apartment building. Almost forty neighbors heard screams. Nobody did anything. Nobody called cops. Some of them even watched. Do you understand? Some of them eve watched. I knew what people were then behind all the evasions, all the self-deception. Ashamed for humanity, I went home. I took the remains of her unwanted dress… and made a face that i could bear to look at in the mirror.
—  Walter Kovaks