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Courtroom Characters
Trial buffs can tell prosecutors and defense lawyers a thing or two about how to run a trail...and they often do

By Katie Thomas. STAFF WRITER
NEWSDAY, February 13, 2000

WHEN FRED PAPARCURI passes Nassau District Attorney Denis Dillon in the halls of the county courthouse, he likes to lodge an unusual complaint."What happened? Crime isn't what it used to be," he'll kid the prosecutor.That's a good thing, right?

Not for Paparcuri. There used to be a time when a "Long Island" in answer to "Where are you from?" got a raised eyebrow, an incredulous grin, a choked guffaw.Long Island, as Paparcuri likes to boast, has given the rest of the country great made-for-the-tabloids courtroom drama. There was the guilty plea of teenage prostitute Amy Fisher, the trial of notorious serial killer Joel Rifkin, the bizarre legal maneuvers of Colin Ferguson, the mentally disturbed Long Island Rail Road gunman who insisted on serving as his own attorney.

"The unusual was typical. The usual was not," Paparcuri said, reflecting on that golden period in the early to mid-'90s when Long Island - and in particular Nassau County - seemed to generate unlimited fodder for talk shows and tabloids. "You used to turn around and ask yourself, 'Is this a cheap drama that I'm watching on TV?' "

Paparcuri should know. While America got a view of the Fisher, Rifkin and Ferguson sagas that was framed by the corners of a television set, the 68-year-old retired assistant school superintendent got a front-row seat. To be precise, he got the front-row seat nearest the jury and against the wall.

Placing his ear against the marble wall, Paparcuri says, improves the acoustics and allows him to hear better in the courtroom. For the past 12 years, in fact, Paparcuri has had a prime seat for most of the high-profile cases that have swept through the courthouse.

He's a court buff, one of a tightly knit group of no more than a dozen retired folk who prefer sentencings to shuffleboard, brilliant closings to bingo, and legal intricacies to line dancing. To the people in the courthouses they frequent, buffs become an integral part of the legal landscape, as much a part of the community as the full-time court officers or clerks. And although they like to say they are there simply to watch the stories unfold, by their constant, attentive presence they sometimes wind up playing a minor role in the drama they are observing.

Prosecutors and defense attorneys alike will pull them aside after court to get their take on how an argument went. Newspaper and TV reporters caught in traffic have relied on the buffs when they've missed newsworthy court happenings. And they make a sometimes cold courtroom seem warmer to the judges who see them every day.

Although they like to brag that they've seen Amy sob and Ferguson rant, many will tell you the best cases have unfolded in nearly empty courtrooms. Some of the most compelling drama happens to ordinary people caught in extraordinary circumstances, they say.

Corner one of the guys - and they're almost exclusively guys - on a courthouse bench and he'll give you an earful. Invite a gaggle of them to lunch and they'll dish you gossip on prominent lawyers, regale you with stories about the past lives of current judges, and lament Nassau County's recent dearth of compelling crime.

"So what do you think? Is he guilty or not?" asks Paparcuri as he sets his tray on a table at the Hofstra University cafeteria, the court buffs' preferred lunch spot during breaks at Federal District Court in Uniondale, where they've been gathering recently. Paparcuri says that lawyers seem to work better in federal court, because of the stricter decorum and sometimes more exacting legal standards.

"The same lawyers perform better," he adds.Paparcuri and three other court buffs have gathered on the day of closing arguments in the trial of Cpl. Joseph Bergen, the Nassau jail supervisor convicted late last month of trying to cover up the fatal beating of inmate Thomas Pizzuto in January, 1999. Although only two squeezed into the small second-floor courtroom to watch closing arguments, all have followed at least some of the trial, and have filled in the gaps with news reports and firsthand accounts from their buddies.

"Guilty," proclaims Dante Ciaffa, 70, a retired manager in hospital construction who's been hanging around courthouses for about 10 years. His response gets laughter and boisterous kidding. "Dan always goes with guilty. Dan has the highest batting average!" says Herbert Cantor, 87, of Levittown. Since most juries hand up convictions, Ciaffa's friends claim he plays it safe by proclaiming everyone guilty.

Ciaffa protests. "What we think is one thing. What the jury thinks is another," he says. "I still feel you have to get the whole picture."

"Too bad he doesn't do that!" says Paparcuri. In the jail case, Paparcuri was impressed by defense attorney Benedict Gullo'sclosing arguments, which he felt raised reasonable doubt about the credibility of some of the witnesses. But Ciaffa insists that no fancy arguments will influence this jury.

"This is a common-sense case," he tells his friends, explaining that a simple reading of the facts - that Pizzuto was so brutally beaten that the corporal must have known the report he wrote saying Pizzuto had slipped in the shower was false - would sway the jury.

Talk of the Bergen trial gradually mutates into reminiscences of trials past, many of which took place in the Nassau County courthouse in Mineola, where the buffs spent most of their time until their recent move to federal court.The trials whose details linger long after the jury speaks are the ones that surprise, either by a single gruesome image, a spectacular closing argument or by a twist in the tale that catches even seasoned buffs off guard.

For Ciaffa, it is a single gruesome image that makes one murder case indelible. In a 1992 case, an 18-year-old, Yong Ho Han, was tried for stabbing to death 15-year-old Chang Seok Ean, in an argument a year earlier. Han was also charged with second-degree attempted murder in his attack on Chang Seok's younger sister, Youna, who was then 12. Han, who was convicted on both charges, allegedly stabbed Youna about 30 times with an 8-inch kitchen knife. Prosecutors displayed a photo of the knife still plunged into Youna's neck. Ciaffa said the image stays with him, despite a lifetime of construction work that he said had inured him to bloody injuries and accidents. "I can see that like it was yesterday," he said. Youna survived, but was blinded in one eye.

While Ciaffa says he doesn't recall what it was that first lured him into the courthouse, Paparcuri remembers clearly. A few years before retiring, he was called for jury duty on a drug case. During a recess, he stuck his head inside the courtroom next door, where a murder trial was under way. "I said to myself, when I retire maybe I'll come down here," he said.

Now, Paparcuri spends a few days a week in the federal courthouse with his cohorts, seeing it as an alternative to senior centers and other traditional retirement activities. "It's as social as much as it's keeping your mind stimulated," he said.

Tony Astore, a 70-year-old retired sanitation worker from Levittown, said the courthouse drama is a great conversation piece. When I get home I tell my wife about it and we talk about it. It gives us something interesting to talk about." "Hey, it's better than a soap opera," said Ciaffa.

Though Paparcuri and the other buffs come to be entertained, defense lawyers and prosecutors say they end up serving a useful purpose."They provide a great service to the whole system," said defense attorney Stephen Scaring. "They represent a knowledgeable core group that is monitoring what occurs in the courtroom. Their presence provides at least some control that things are going to proceed in a proper fashion."

Hempstead attorney Frederick Brewington agreed. "Sometimes the fact that you do have other bodies present may impact how persons comport themselves," he said. "It's the same concept that if there are cameras in the courtroom, people might not do things they might ordinarily do if no one was watching."

Scaring and Brewington say they regularly turn to the buffs during lunch breaks or recesses to hear their evaluation of a particular argument or cross-examination. "The most important thing for me is that jurors can't talk back to you, so it's hard to know whether the point you made was effective," Scaring said.

The same is true for prosecutors. "ADAs [assistant district attorneys] will get a perspective they could not otherwise get, for example, if they took for granted something the jury should know and one of the court buffs will say he didn't understand it," said Ed Grilli, the Nassau district attorney's spokesman.

For their part, the court buffs are alternately boastful and modest about their role as unofficial attorneys' assistant. "Most lawyers talk to us, and the better lawyers make a point of talking to us," said Cantor, a retired auto parts store owner. Ciaffa said he takes the role very seriously, and disputes some lawyers' assessment that buffs are pro-prosecution. What interests a buff as an uninvolved onlooker may not be what's important to a case, he says. "I try to be careful about what I say to both sides. I try to zero in on a pertinent item that might be specific to the charge," he said.

Though they try to be truthful, the buffs admit they have a hard time telling a lawyer he bombed an argument or examination. So what do they say to the unfortunate lawyer? "You never know how the jury will decide."

Attorney William Keahon said their advice has come in handy in a few murder trials, when, during a recess between direct- and cross-examination, "I may have felt I was going to go a certain way on my cross-examination. Their specifics on what they felt showed a lack of credibility directed me in a different way in my cross and it helped."

Court buffs have also become involved in deeper ways, immersing themselves in a fashion that Scaring said borders on inappropriate. For example, in a 1996 case that Cantor says remains his favorite, a 27-year-old man, James Pette, was charged with beating his 90-year-old grandmother to death. When the prosecution offered Pette a plea bargain that would have left him with little jail time, he declined. Paparcuri and other buffs tried to convince Pette's family to reconsider. "We tried to tell them, 'You're going against Fred Klein,' " said Paparcuri. " 'Why don't you take the deal?' "

The buffs consider Klein, chief of the Nassau district attorney's major crimes bureau, to be the best prosecutor in the county. "I'll watch Fred Klein try a guy charged with spitting on the sidewalk if I get a chance," Paparcuri says.

Klein said he was unaware that the buffs had approached the family, but said "these guys are all gentlemen. I know they wouldn't do anything to hurt anybody." Pette was eventually convicted and sentenced in 1997 to 25 years in prison. One year later, the verdict was overturned by an appellate court and Pette took a plea bargain of 3 to 9 years. "To begin with, the mother of the boy and the daughter of the victim was the same person. It was a very tense position for her. Where do her loyalties lie?" Cantor asked.

Though the buffs may be more seasoned than a first-time juror, "they're still people and they react to a large extent in the same way that a jury would as the evidence is received," Scaring said.

Sometimes it is not the defendant but the court personnel that make a trial interesting, the buffs say. In 1987, when AIDS was widely feared and its means of spreading still largely unknown, court officers handling a robbery defendant suspected of having the disease refused to handle him without wearing rubber gloves. The case was before Nassau County Court Judge Abbey Boklan, and defense attorneys argued the officers' gloves might prejudice the jury. Her solution? "She had all the guards come in in dress uniforms," so they could wear rubber gloves under their dress gloves, said Paparcuri, chuckling.

Boklan is one of the court buffs' favorite judges. She has known some of them since she was an assistant district attorney. When she ran for a judgeship, Boklan said, some of them helped hand out her campaign literature. "It's almost like having a friend suddenly appear," Boklan said. "You're in a kind of cold environment, and suddenly a friend would walk in with a smile."

Other times it is the spectators that make a case unforgettable. For example, several buffs sat in on the 1994 federal trial of wrestling showman Vincent McMahon Jr., who was eventually cleared of charges that he unlawfully distributed steroids to his professional wrestlers. "You would expect that wrestling fans would be a bunch of boobs," said Paparcuri. "It was the exact opposite. They were an intellectually sophisticated crowd."

While the buffs say they relish the days when real-life Long Island played like a script snatched from the Movie of the Week, they admit that at least one of the big-name cases - Amy Fisher's - was actually a flop in terms of legal intrigue. "To me it seemed to have lost some of its importance" when the media descended on the courthouse, Ciaffa said. "It was more interesting talking with the media than it was actually getting involved with the case."

Paparcuri was equally disappointed. "The place was packed," he said. "I'd never seen so many people from TV. Geraldo Rivera and Japanese photographers . . . It puzzled me and I thought, 'How does this case bring this kind of notoriety? What is there in it that warrants worldwide attention?' "

Though they are passionate about courtroom drama, none of the buffs say they wish they had been lawyers instead of school superintendents, sanitation workers, construction managers or auto parts store owners.

"I had a very successful career in construction," Ciaffa insists. "I wouldn't do it any different." Paparcuri agrees. "I wouldn't want to be a lawyer. I don't know if I'd like to be married to these cases. If it's really good, great. But if it isn't, I want to get up and move on the the next case."

For Paparcuri, one good case involved an ordinary bank-robbery conviction in federal court that got relatively little press coverage. "There were twists and turns that you wouldn't believe," he says. "If you saw it on TV you'd turn it off because you'd say, 'This is ridiculous, it can't be true.' "

The case involved a young woman, Tracy Kallman, as the defendant. "You see this young beautiful girl, dressed very conservatively. Like a nun," Paparcuri recalls. "She's sitting at the defense table and I find that she's charged with robbing a bank! And she looks like an angel!" As the trial opens, the prosecution plays an FBI tape of the woman discussing the robbery with a friend. The friend, who participated in the heist, tells her she believes the defendant's husband is going to turn them in. The defendant's response? "This sweet, sweet girl, dressed so demurely, says every four-letter word you could think of."

The story only got better, Paparcuri says. As he recounts it, the defendant and her friend, Laura Sloboda, a bank teller, started joking one day. Why not rob a bank, they ask each other. "Before you know it, it becomes an idea," Paparcuri says. The two devise a plan, and Kallman enters the bank, hands a note to her friend the teller, and runs off with thousands of dollars. They get away with the stunt. The heist is forgotten until years later, when the defendant's husband, Peter LeMay, an Army Ranger, discovers his wife is having an affair. He mails a pipe bomb to her boyfriend, but the device is intercepted and LeMay - who later pleaded guilty to the crime - is arrested and thrown in jail. Then, LeMay - motivated by jealous rage and hoping to strike a deal with the prosecutors - tells the FBI about his wife's long-ago bank robbery.The FBI convinces Sloboda, who pleaded guilty to larceny, to participate in an undercover sting. She agrees, and her taped conversation with Kallman is the one prosecutors play at the start of the trial.

Once the trial begins, the story only becomes stranger. Prosecutors call the jailed husband as a witness. When the lawyers are called to confer privately with the judge, LeMay catches his estranged wife's eye. Incredibly, Paparcuri says he sees the husband mouth, "Do you still love me?" "I'm, like, dying. I can't believe this," Paparcuri says. Moments later, the husband points to his finger and mouths, "Are you still wearing my ring?"

"He was still very much in love with her!" Paparcuri says, his eyes aglow.

 

QUOTE PULL-OUTS

) Dante Ciaffa, 70, of Rockville Centre,on Amy Fisher: ‘That case was like a three-ring circus It was more interesting talking with the media than it was actually being involved with the case.’

2) Herbert Cantor, 87, of Levittown, on Joel Rifkin: ‘It was a sad case, a case that really got to you on many levels .How many tragedies there are in people’s lives that we are completely unaware of.’

3) Fred Paparcuri, 68, of Hicksville, on Colin Ferguson:‘To see the victims come on the stand and pour ohearts was incredible. They had to face this guy who was so horrendous, and who was questioning them as though this thing didn’t happen.’

4) Tony Astore, 70, of Levittown, on the trial of Robert Golub, convicted in the 1989 killing of 13-year-old neighbor Kelly Ann Tinyes :‘The Golub family would come in and be guarded, and the other family, whenever they came into the courtroom, they had words [with the Golubs]. They were so angry. We thought he was really guilty, but the [defense] lawyer put up a good case.’

ILLUSTRATION/PHOTO:

1) Newsday Photo by Karen Wiles Stabile - Ken Kunken of the Nassau County district attorney's office is surrounded by, from left, court buffs Dante Ciaffa, Herbert Canot, Tony Astore and Fred Paparcuri. 2) From left,

Paparcuri, Ciaffa, Cantor and Astore look at old photos as Nassau DA spokesman Ed Grilli looks for others. 3) Newsday File Photo - Amy Fisher Newsday Photos by Karen Wiles - Stabile - 4) Dante Ciaffa 5) Herbert Cantor 6) Joel Rifkin 7) Fred Paparcuri 8)

Newsday File Photo by Dick Yarwood - Colin Ferguson 9) Newsday Photo by Karen Wiles Stabile - Tony Astore 10) Newsday File Photo by Dick Yarwood - Robert Golub. 11) Newday Photo by Karen Wiles Stabile - From left, Paparcuri, Cantor, Astore, attorney

Frederick Brewington and Ciaffa. 12) Newsday Cover Photo by Karen Wiles Stabile - Tony Astore, Fred Paparcuri, Herbert Cantor and Dante Ciaffa.

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Mr. Levitt's Neighborhood


After 50 Years, It Still Offers The Good Life -- for Some


By Paula Span
Washington Post Staff Writer
Tuesday, May 27, 1997 ; Page C01

By 9 p.m., the Second Chance Big Band is swinging and everyone's up jitterbugging to "Take the A Train."

There's Kenneth Benson giving his wife, Gloria, a twirl. They moved to Lilac Lane in 1948, grabbing one of the little mass-produced cottages that looked palatial to a couple who'd been doubling up in her mother's apartment in Queens. "It was just a house, that's it -- no street lights, no sidewalks," Gloria says of their early months on America's suburban frontier. But where else could a returning GI and his young family spend $60 a month, a bargain even then, for a home with a yard?

"We're here since 1953," puts in Carol Lozito between fox trots with her husband, Mike. There's a lot of good-natured competitiveness in Levittown about who's an "original" owner and who's a comparative newcomer, having arrived after there were phones and schools, when churchgoers didn't have to attend Sunday Mass in an airplane hangar. The Lozitos moved out from Brooklyn, raised five kids on Sycamore Lane, invited their TV-less neighbors over on Saturdays to watch Sid Caesar.

The Levittown Nostalgia Dance, part of the year-long anniversary bash that America's most famous suburb is throwing to mark its 50th year, is aptly named. Beneath the multicolored balloons decorating Levittown Hall, partygoers swap their favorite yarns:

How the Levitt & Sons organization, applying assembly-line techniques to home construction, could send crews swarming through Long Island potato fields and build 30 or more houses a day. How would-be occupants camped out for hours, hoping to snare one of the boxy, look-alike Cape Cods or ranches. How families who'd braced for years of scrimping and saving suddenly attained home ownership in an eye-blink, thanks to the historic conver- gence of the GI Bill, FHA-insured mortgages and the salesmanship of builder William Levitt. He's their seer and benefactor, and there is talk of erecting a statue of him in October, the actual anniversary of the first families' moving in.

"They said it'd be a ghost town in five years, that it'd be a slum," says Pete Ryan, repeating the old canards of those who sniffed at Levittown's instant "ticky-tacky" houses and indistinguishable streets. "But it's a beautiful community." He and his wife, Donna, grew up here, went to the senior prom together in 1959, have lived in the same Swan Lane house for 35 years.

Levittowners can quickly grow rhapsodic about the place, as though tree-lined "lanes," community pools and baseball diamonds exist nowhere else. But they're entitled to their sense of historic importance.

In the 17,447 houses that Levitt & Sons built here, tens of thousands of young people were swiftly boosted into a different economic stratum. "For the first time in American history, the working class was able to move into single-family proprietary housing," says Barbara Kelly, curator of Long Island Studies at Hofstra University and author of "Expanding the American Dream." That's a term much invoked by Levittowners who, Kelly notes, "realized the Dream, literally. It's a way of life that's been denigrated, but it's the hallmark of the middle class -- to be in your own home, tending your own garden."

Similar developments were springing up everywhere in the postwar years, of course. The Levitts created other Levittowns in Pennsylvania and New Jersey, and later built a significant swath of Bowie, Md. But this was the exemplar, the largest of the mass-produced suburbs and, because it was just 30 miles east of Manhattan's media hordes, the most scrutinized. It was the target of NAACP demonstrations and doctoral dissertations, of dire predictions and then grudging respect. It's where the Smithsonian is hoping someone will donate a house so it can be dismantled and trucked to Washington to teach future generations about American suburbanization.

And the town remains, to some extent, a port of entry. Among those doing the stroll here tonight is a bubbly driving instructor named Ken Siegel. A self-described "Brooklyn boy," he and his wife rented Queens apartments for more than a decade until finally, a few years ago, they could afford an expanded ranch house on Mockingbird Lane. Buying into Levittown is no longer a no-money-down deal. But it means much the same thing it did 50 years ago.

"It's a piece of America," Siegel says, beaming. "A place for an average guy, a nobody, to have a chance."

O Pioneers!

Josh Soren, a local historian, is steering his aging Ford Escort along Levittown's serpentine streets (the curves reduce traffic speed for kiddie safety), pointing out landmarks. Literal landmarks: The Weber House, at 52 Oaktree Lane, has barely been altered except for the addition of aluminum siding; that's why a marker at the curb proclaims it an official historic site.

The Webers, who moved in with the very first batch of families on Oct. 1, 1947, still occupy this snug Cape; with a little prompting, Kathleen Weber will tell about draping her daughter's baby carriage with netting to keep out the potato bugs that still plagued the brand-new community.

With the sense of destiny Levittowners developed early on, these first families are called "pioneers." Like settlers on other kinds of frontiers, they endured hardships. Mud, for example -- none of these 60-by-100-foot plots had lawns yet. No phones except for outdoor booths every few blocks. No stores, prompting salesmen in vans and station wagons to circle the streets selling baby formula, produce and eggs.

Yet to hear the pioneers tell it, they'd found the promised land. The Cantors, Mildred and Herbert, were living elsewhere on Long Island, "in a one-room apartment with a Murphy bed and a kitchenette and a closet," Millie says. When they visited a friend in a Levittown Cape, "it seemed huge to me. Four rooms!" They signed a lease (the first Levitt houses were rentals initially) and later bought a 1951 ranch with a picture window. Herb's service in the Army Signal Corps meant that they could be homeowners without a down payment -- for just $64 a month, including taxes.

"It was such a cohesive community," Millie Cantor reminisces. "Everybody was in the same boat, facing the same problems -- as simple as how to find a good plumber, as complicated as how to start a library." And it was true -- with its population of returning vets and their rapidly expanding families, Levittown had a strikingly homogeneous population of first-time owners. "We all borrowed from one another," Cantor says. "Gardening equipment. Cooking equipment. If you had a big party, you'd borrow my 36-cup coffee urn, and maybe I'd borrow your fluted pan."

The new suburb, which by 1960 had more than 65,000 residents, almost a third of them under age 10, mobilized baby-sitting co-ops and buying co-ops and car pools. "It became a community very quickly," says Clare Worthing, also a refugee from a one-room apartment. Neighbors were so close that when a boy on Worthing's block broke an arm while his mother was away, a mom down the street knew who his doctor was. "By the time the mother got back," Worthing recalls, "the boy's arm was in a cast and everything was hunky-dory."

Neighborliness was a familiar quality in the Brooklyn and Queens neighborhoods many Levittowners hailed from. But other traits were carefully reinforced by the Levitt organization itself. Covenants written into the town's leases and purchase agreements provided "all sorts of subtle and not-so-subtle rejoinders about how to live like middle-class people," says Hofstra's Kelly.

There were rules requiring that lawns be trimmed weekly and shrubs be kept below four feet in height. Laundry could be hung only on the umbrella-style dryers that Levitt provided, only in the back yard and only on weekdays; flapping clotheslines were an unwelcome reminder of the city. Paint colors could not be changed.

This enforced sameness, the object of considerable derision from social critics, has faded with the years. Among the middle-class values that Levittowners adopted with a vengeance was a mania for home remodeling. "You know spring is here when you see vinyl siding being put on," says longtime resident Daphne Rus. Fewer than 200 homes, local historians estimate, remain the four-rooms-on-a-concrete-slab structures that the Levitts built; the Smithsonian's search for someone who'll donate a pristine 1949 ranch has proved fruitless to date. Almost every house has been transformed.

It's sometimes hard to visualize the original bungalows within these elaborate creations. Residents have pushed out the fronts, built out the backs, attached garages and carports and then converted them to dining rooms or dens. Houses have sprouted double dormers, triple dormers, entire second floors; they've acquired brick facades, Tara-like pillars, even Victorian-style gingerbread. The spindly trees planted a half-century ago arch overhead; the shrubs, whose height no one measures any longer, are lush.

But one stipulation of Levitt's covenant proved potent and long-lasting. Clause 25 barred occupancy "by any person other than members of the Caucasian race," except for "domestic servants." Decades after it lost any legal force, it might as well remain in effect.

`An Evil Legacy'

Like the Worthings and the Cantors and other pioneers, Eugene and Bernice Burnett live in a much-expanded ranch house with a picture window. But the Burnetts' home is in Wheatley Heights, about a half-hour's drive east.

Along with other returning veterans, Eugene Burnett had seen the newspaper ads touting Levittown ("So hurry out, Mr. Kilroy . . ."). In East Harlem, where heroin had begun to appear, "we saw some of our childhood friends destroying their lives," Eugene says. "We decided we did not want to raise our family in New York."

So the Burnetts drove out one afternoon in 1949 and joined the throngs milling through Levittown's model homes. "I found the salesman and said, `I like your house and I'm considering buying one. Could you give me the application?' " Burnett recalls. "He said, `It's not me. But the owners of this development have not yet decided to sell to Negroes.' I was shocked out of my shoes."

The drive back to Harlem was grim. "I don't know how I didn't start World War III that day," Eugene says. Bernice, sitting next to him at their dining room table, adds, "I still think of you talking about throwing a hand grenade, blowing the place up." Instead, swallowing their anger and disappointment, the Burnetts found a similar house in another Long Island development that was virtually all black. In search of better schools, they later bought their current house in then-white Wheatley Heights in 1960; now white flight has made this, too, a mostly black community.

"Levitt left us with an evil legacy," Burnett says. "We are a very segregated community here on Long Island, and I think that's his heritage."

Whether Levitt and Levittowners had much choice in this is an old debate. The town always drew a mix of Catholics, Protestants and Jews; it also attracted both white- and blue-collar workers, from dentists and engineers to assembly-line workers. But race has proved an intractable division. The restrictive covenant was deleted later in 1949, and locals believe that African American families would be accepted in greater numbers now. But the 1990 census revealed a nearly all-white town: Total population -- 53,286. Black residents -- 118.

"At that time, nothing was integrated," objects Rus, an officer in the Levittown Property Owners Association and a defender of William Levitt, who died three years ago. "If he'd tried to do that, he'd never have been able to sell the houses." And it's true that segregation was a policy well beyond Levitt's lanes: The FHA's manuals recommended restrictive covenants to maintain racial separation, considered crucial to neighborhood stability. "The FHA wouldn't underwrite a development that wasn't segregated," Hofstra's Kelly says.

"I'm not going to let him off that easily," Eugene Burnett argues. In the alternative view, the postwar exodus from the cities presented a historic opportunity: tens of thousands of blacks and whites of similar economic status, returning veterans desperate for housing, might have been able to form integrated communities. Instead, racism was reinforced. "That was his moment," Burnett says of Levitt. "And being a Jew, he should have stood up and made his point."

That history lingers in Levittown, where more than 400 houses are sold in an average year -- at still-affordable average prices of $130,000 to $160,000 -- but the black population has never neared 1 percent. "I have a feeling there's a stigma related to Levittown," says Clare Worthing's husband, Jerry. "A kind of `They didn't want us; we don't want them.' "

But as a white suburb, Levittown is hardly unique, on Long Island or anywhere else. In fact, the ways in which Levittown is remarkable have diminished as its anniversaries pile up.

`A Buoyant Time'

Swan Lane is buzzing with life on a warm spring weekend. The Mastersons are toting sacks of topsoil and flats of geraniums into their back yard. Kids glide by on bikes and play basketball under curbside hoops. Fran Pearlman confers with her neighbor about who's driving their girls to a birthday party this afternoon. Aside from the revamped architecture, the scene could have been lifted from 1955. "It just keeps regenerating," says Pearlman, 38, who grew up in a Levitt ranch house herself.

But Levittown has changed, of course. Much of the spirit that the pioneers recall in such glowing terms was a product of postwar optimism and an unusually homogeneous settlement. "There's a certain period of your life, when you're just starting out and your children are young, when everything is an adventure," author Kelly notes. "It's a buoyant time, no matter where you are. And the fact that so many people in that community were at that point in the life cycle helps explain some of that sense of wonder."

The pioneers have seen the social landscape evolve since then. They've watched the population go gray. In 1960, fewer than 3 percent of residents were over 65. "What we didn't have in Levittown," Millie Cantor says, "was a funeral parlor." Now, with the over-65 population at 11 percent, the bulletin board at the library advertises hospices and osteoporosis workshops. A plan to build senior-citizen housing here was voted down in a March referendum, but the question of where and how aged Levittowners will live remains a pressing one.

Young families continue to move in, of course; after a long decline, school enrollment is again increasing. But the co-op nursery schools of yore have not rematerialized, reflecting another seismic change: In today's Levittown, women work. The proportion of Levittown women in the labor force jumped from about a quarter in 1960, according to the county planning commission, to 60 percent in 1990.

Millie Cantor watched it happen: She remembers when a dozen neighbors might make a midweek trip to Jones Beach, the kids playing in the sand, the mothers yakking. "That was where women began to talk about going back to school, finishing their educations," Cantor says. "They needed more. They felt deprived."

A community largely self-organized by volunteers -- and still full of unpaid soccer coaches and ambulance corps members -- has private nursery schools now instead of co-ops. Two-career families don't have time to launch institutions. The newcomers may not know the pioneers whose children are grown; the pioneers no longer know all their neighbors, either. In these and other ways Levittown, as it gets further from its remarkable birth, has become an ordinary suburb.

Yet people retain extraordinary affection for the place. In the larger historical picture, government-bolstered suburbanization was a decidedly mixed blessing: It weakened cities by luring away middle-class residents; it codified racial and economic separation; it encouraged sprawl. Nevertheless, people here still talk of Levittown in Ellis Island terms. "A place of sanctuary and opportunity," Daphne Rus calls it.

She remembers William Levitt at the town's 40th anniversary celebration, riding along in a '64 Chevy convertible, waving to a cheering crowd. In his later years Levitt had sunk millions into failed developments, lost his fortune, run afoul of various legal authorities -- but in Levittown he remained a hero. "There was a genuine feeling of gratitude and admiration," Rus recalls, "because a lot of people felt he did give them and their families a chance at the good life."

Quite a few of those pioneer children want to raise their own families here. With its modest lots -- there's a limit to how grand a Levitt house can get -- it still offers affordable, entry-level homes. And that can still mean a step up.

Ed and Jessica Daniels, both children of returning vets, both lifelong Levittowners, sold their house on Rock Lane a couple of years ago. They were moving only a short distance, to one of the few non-Levitt houses in town, but they felt nostalgic anyway. So many barbecues and birthday celebrations and block parties during their 20 years in that little Cape. Cleaning up, on their last night in the old house, was a sad exercise.

What comforted Ed were all the prospective buyers. There were families fleeing cramped basement apartments, just as his own family had. A Chinese American couple and her sister. A family of Indian descent. The Danielses finally sold to an Italian American cemetery worker and his wife, who were moving out from Queens with their baby.

Ed and Jessica could recognize themselves and their parents in all these hopefuls drawn to Levittown. The fundamental things applied. "Most of them were looking for exactly the same things we were when we were starting out," he says. "Young couples, usually. Newly married. They had children or planned to. They were first-time home buyers. And they aspired to something better."

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Levittown Still An Opportunity For First-Time Home Buyers

Newsday, January 24, 1997

By Cara S. Trager. Cara S. Trager is a free-lance writer

DEIRDRE and Kevin O'Regan were renting an apartment in Copiague last

year when they decided it was time to buy a house. They limited their

search to just one community : Levittown.

"I grew up in Levittown, and I loved it here," said Deirdre O'Regan,

30, an elementary school gym teacher. "The community had a homey feeling

to it. You knew your neighbors, people were friendly, and there were

numerous activities for children - Girl Scouts, soccer, baseball,

football and swimming lessons at the pool," she said. "When I have

children, I want them to grow up in the same community environment I

did."

The O'Regans paid $133,000 for their home, a Cape Cod-style house

with four bedrooms, one bath and a detached garage.

Fifty years after housing visionary William Levitt turned potato

fields into homesteads for returning World War II veterans, Levittown -

the community that bears his indelible signature - continues to offer

young families the quintessential American Dream: affordable home

ownership. In all, Levitt built 17,447 homes from 1947 to 1951.

In much the way that Levittown's first tract houses were widely

affordable then, they are still considered a good deal by Long Island

standards. What sold then for between $6,900 and $9,900 - a house

that has probably seen one or more additions since its conception -

is selling now for anywhere from $120,000 to $180,000 and more. Skeptics

say you pay more than you should for a Levittown house, that the same

structure would cost less elsewhere, but for the O`Regans and others,

Levittown is also a community that offers everything they want in

suburban living.

"It's still probably one of the most affordable places to live in

Nassau County for first-time home buyers," said Sal Albanese, sales

manager at Manheim Equities Inc., a commercial and residential real

estate agency in Levittown.

Although the recession in the late 1980s and the early 1990s saw

real estate values drop 20 percent, prices today are 5 percent to 10

percent above 1991 levels. For $120,000 today you can get a

three-bedroom Cape Cod with no garage, something akin to the original

Levitt home, although the kitchen has likely been modernized and

expanded. For $200,000, additions are likely to include one or more

dormers and, of course, a garage. There are three to four bedrooms, an

extended dining room and new bath, according to Theodore Dallow,

chairman of Century 21 Dallow Realty in Levittown, the community's

biggest and oldest real estate agency.

In the third quarter of last year, the average selling price of a

house was $147,100 in Levittown compared with $227,900 in Nassau County

and $176,300 in Suffolk, according to the Multiple Listing Service of

Long Island.

"In Levittown, you are paying a decent price for a decent house,

while in other towns you are paying a high price for a house that just

doesn't justify it," said Tom Ciano, a 26-year-old hospital emergency

room technician who is closing on his first home, in Levittown, next

month. The house costs about $140,000.

Because of Levittown's affordability, its real estate market

remains brisk. "We could always use more listings," said Dallow, whose

firm sells more than 100 houses a year there, "because there's more

demand than there are houses."

Barbara Kelly, the curator of the Long Island Studies Institute at

Hofstra University in Uniondale and author of the book "Expanding the

American Dream: Building and Rebuilding Levittown" (SUNY Press, 1993),

said Levittown's residential real estate market seems to typify the

selling pattern of post-World War II housing on Long Island.

"One of the problems with houses built at the same time is that

owners tend to be the same age and move through life cycles at the same

time, and houses come on the market in bursts," said Kelly. "Every 10

years, there's a glut of houses on the market, and homeowners suffer.

But those who can afford to wait it out and sell after the burst will

get a better price."

Kelly said fewer houses in Levittown are on the market now because

"the World War II generation has retired and moved on, but the next

generation has not yet begun to sell and move on."

Still, Levittown has its downside. For some potential buyers, the

very mention of Levittown conjures up images of look-alike tract homes

that have no basements.

"There is a slight stigma attached, probably because when any

community is as well publicized, there's no mystery left to it," Kelly

said. "When you say you live in Levittown, everyone thinks they know

what you live in. But if you say you live in Sands Point, you could be

living in a shack, but people can dream differently about you."

Clearly, preconceptions about Levittown usually prove to be

misconceptions.

As Lynne Matarrese, the historian of the Levittown Historical

Society, tells it, Levittown was criticized for "cookie-cutter houses,

but you can hardly find any home that looks the same."

Indeed, over the years, Levittown's houses have undergone such

major interior and exterior renovations and expansions that they bear

little resemblance to the structures that first greeted former GIs and

their families.

"As families grew, they finished the upstairs, and now you would be

hard-pressed to find an original," said Richard Krug, manager of

Coldwell Banker Sammis in East Meadow. "There are so many ways people

have updated, expanded and modernized them - with extended family

rooms, fireplaces, dormers in the rear and front, new kitchens, baths

and doors."

Daphne Ruf, a Levittown resident since 1959 and secretary of the

Levittown Property Owners Association, estimated that nine of 10 homes

have been expanded. "Levitt gave us a 60-foot lot, so you could build an

attached garage," she said. "None of the houses had garages, but

practically every house has one now."

Mildred Cantor, 76, and her husband, Herbert, 83, are Levittown

pioneers who never moved out. When they bought a new ranch in 1951,

"everybody was the same age, and we had children the same age who went

from nursery school to high school," said Mildred Cantor. "Our children

had friendships that lasted throughout their school years."

Over the years, Cantor said she has seen many people leave the

community for larger homes. But after raising three children there, she

remained in Levittown because it was convenient to her husband's auto

parts business in Valley Stream. As a trustee of the Levittown Public

Library, she had ties to the community. What's more, she said, "The

house suited us."

They have expanded it three times - in 1957, 1968 and 1970. The

Cantors built a one-car garage and a room behind it, put a dormer on the

attic in front and back to create three bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs

and enlarged the kitchen. Mildred Cantor said the renovation costs

totaled about $15,000.

"I have an imminently flexible house," she said.

Some of today's buyers also rank the Levitt houses' potential for

customization as a major plus. "One of the reasons we bought our home

was that we could make the changes we want," said Deirdre O'Regan.

The O'Regans plan to add dormers and put in two to three

bedrooms and a bathroom on the secondlevel.

Ciano said he and his wife also were attracted to the room for

improvement Levitt homes offer. Long-term, he wants to add a master

bedroom with a cathedral ceiling to the second level.

"You can do a lot more with a Levitt house than with other types of

houses," said Ciano.

 

Copyright 1997, Newsday Inc.

Cara S. Trager, Levittown Still An Opportunity For First-Time Home Buyers, 01-24-1997, pp

D02.

 

 

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