Beware False Prophets
One blazingly hot Sunday afternoon in 1980-something I went to the Tompkins Square Park bandshell for “Rock Against Redevelopment,” a 12-hour anti-gentrification rally-cum-concert to save the neighborhood. “Give us our land, peace, and bread,” pleaded the posters, “Instead of leaving us stranded, fleeced and bled.” False Prophets -my favorite hardcore band, although they weren’t hardcore …