Another day, another story in The Daily News about a group of teens messing with residents’ quality of life in a Brooklyn park. Yesterday it was Brower Park in Crown Heights, and today it’s the Park Slope Playground, where “neighborhood toughs” who go by the handle “TNG – Top Notch Gentleman” are said to be intimidating parents and their kids. According to the story, the teens congregate at the playground between Lincoln Place and 5th and 6th avenues in the evening, often smoking pot and cursing: “Parents who complained to cops charged that after 6 p.m., the stench of weed and the sound of loud cursing takes over the playground, forcing them and their children to leave early.” The article says residents started complaining to the police about the teens this summer. One member of the group says they’re often arrested by the police, but he sounds unrepentant: “For all those people who want peace and quiet, Brooklyn isn’t the place for you.”
Moms vs. Teens Turns Playground Into Battle Zone [NY Daily News]
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  1. Where does it say in the article that the roudiness is taking place in/around the basketball courts?
    Answer = it doesnt.
    Here is the ACTUAL reported problem (which seems like legitimate – AND NOT RACIAL complaints) :

    “Parents started complaining this summer about teen boys and men in their 20s hanging out in the Park Slope Playground on Lincoln Place – intimidating mothers like Lillian Ramirez, who scolded two young men for nearly knocking down 18-month-old Candy.

    Two teens said, “Who the f–k are you, old lady?” Ramirez said, adding, “Two men had to chase them out of the park.”

    Mom Mervat Mohamed said when she spots the baggy-pants group, she takes her kids to the opposite end of the park.

    “If they are sitting and playing [cards], it’s not a problem,” said Mohamed. “But if they are screaming bad words, you have a right to complain. It’s a shared space.”

    “At six, there is a transition,” said mom Jay Cardona. Older kids “hang on the tables. Smoking pot. Cursing up a storm. You feel intimidated.”