At the top of White Street, a Michelin-starred restaurant sits on a leafy corner in Tribeca. Walk about six minutes east, and you'll reach the end of White Street.

You'll be in Chinatown, and you'll be standing in front of the construction site for the world's tallest jail.

As a New Yorker and a human being, I'm devastated when I consider what the construction of this jail will mean for the community of Chinatown.

I see these bookends of White Street as a perfect, horrible metaphor for what we allow to happen to others in front of our eyes.