Bungle In The Jungle - Jethro Tull

1. Super Mario RPG (SNES) loved it so much. My buddy and I left our Earth Science final early just to finish the game (still passed with a 79 and 80 respectively).

2. Street Fighter II World Warriors (Arcade) can still taste the pizza I ate right before I played. My grandpa would take me out to pizza every Friday and gave me 2 quarters to play.

3. The original TMNT (NES) I still get anxiety just from hearing the music from the swimming level. But then again I get a great burst of joy from hearing the overworld music. Such an emotionally taxing game.

I have, on occasion, heard the siren in Williamsburg. But a siren is very different from having to hear an entire Friday service blasting into my home. Shabbat sirens and church bells suck, but they are only symbolically religious. Mosques are broadcasting their literal prayers. I felt prayed upon. Puns aside, we’re not even talking about the public square, where people have differing opinions on the appropriateness of religious ideas/imagery. This is about a person in their private residence or private business being subjected to someone else’s religion in full.

I lived right next to a Mosque in Kensington (that opened up without a proper permit in a residential zone a year after I purchased my property). They used to broadcast their prayers at ungodly volume. It was loud as hell, would cut through my headphones and ruin any ability I had to do anything, even think straight. I made numerous noise complaints but nothing was ever done by the NYPD. Got so bad that I finally sold the place and moved somewhere dominated by orthodox Jewry just because I knew they’d serve as a bulwark against me ever having to hear any prayers again.

I’m sure that the people who think this is a good idea view it as a simple matter of religious freedom. It is not. My experience was one of having someone else’s religion thrust upon me. Church bells are annoying and loud, but they do not contain actual religiosity. I was always taught that my rights ended when I infringe upon someone else’s rights. Broadcasting prayers so loud it can be heard above the ambient noise in NYC is trampling on my rights to exist free of religion.

Believe whatever you want, but keep it to yourself. I feel awful for everyone who lives near a mosque in NYC.