• The police blotter shows no intention of taking a holiday. In the West Village, a New Yorker’s after-dark nightmare came to life when a woman hailing a taxi was kidnapped and raped by the three men who offered her a ride. The nearby NYU dorm is abuzz with freaked-out students exchanging stories. [NYP]
• And in this heartwarming Thanksgiving bit, an estranged gay son came home to reestablish contact with his Brooklyn parents; what he found was Dad’s bones, which the mother had squirreled away to continue picking up his Social Security checks. [NYDN]
• So much for the fantasy Spielberg offered in The Terminal: A judge rules that a Harlem grocery clerk’s deportation to Somalia shouldn’t be affected by the fact that Somalia, well, has no government and is currently kinda-sorta run by an Islamist junta. The deportee’s pro bono lawyer is furious. [NYT]
• In what’s shaping up as the worst week in race relations since Katrina, MTA executive Gary Dellaverson stands accused of racism after joking to the reporters that he was “putting needles in [his] Roger Toussaint doll.” Al Sharpton is already calling for Dellaverson’s resignation, saying — and we quote — the remark was “the same as if he said, ‘I want to stick pins in my Al Sharpton watermelon.’” Except that actually, Al, no, it’s not. [amNY]
• And just to break up the relentless gloom of today’s news, the Black Eyed Peas won three American Music Awards. Wait, that’s just as depressing as the other ones. [Newsday]
