Living in Manhattan’s Turtle Bay neighborhood, one is acutely aware of the UN General Assembly meeting during September of each year. The NYPD barricades streets, and there’s a notable influx of besuited men and women with their blue lanyards and leather briefcases. Black armored SUVs prowl the neighborhood and Secret Service agents unbecomingly bully local pedestrians going about their business. After the meeting is over, however, the high-level diplomats and their entourages leave, and the detritus of demonstrations accumulated over the prior week and the now-functionless police barricades dominate the sidewalks.