Monserrate's Video Moment
Monserrate's office is just a few blocks away...
With Domestic Violence Awareness month coming up -- they can move it even father away, please.
By ANDREA PEYSER
Shortly after Hiram "Monster" Monserrate cut his girl friend's face, nearly to the bone, with a drinking glass, the young lady in question made a call. Not to her mother. Or her priest. Or bartender.
Hiram's gal pal, Karla Giraldo, called her facialist. It was 3 a.m., and she'd lost quite a bit of blood.
She also was exceedingly drunk. She was palpably angry. She was bloody. Injured. Hysterical.
But Karla wanted to make absolutely certain she wasn't scarred for life. So en route to Long Island Jewish Medical Center, she consulted about "alternative" therapies.
And so goes Day One of the strangest domestic-violence case ever to be heard in the borough of Queens. Monserrate, a former cop and current state senator with a weird penchant for Scientology, went on trial for felony assault in a December attack that left Giraldo bloody.
But if a crime occurred and no one sees it, does it really exist?
Karla, 30, and Hiram, 42, both insist their glass-shattering brawl was all a freak accident. He was bringing her a glass of water. Tripped and spilled it. And cut the heck out of her head.
It seems this dysfunctional duo deserves each other.
I ran into Hiram in the hallway. And he was strangely serene, though he's facing seven years in prison.
I asked the fast-handed stud how it was going. He smiled a weird, doughy smile.
"It's going the only way it should," he said, Yoda-like. "The way of the truth." And he thanked me for asking.
In opening statements, prosecutor Scott Kessler attempted to draw first blood, saying Monserrate was all about controlling his girlfriend.
But defense lawyer Joe Tacopina got his digs in. He said Karla came home stinking drunk after being kicked out of a party.
And he established that the glass Hiram used to slash his girlfriend was whole -- until he broke it against her face. It was not as if he waved a broken shard in her direction. I wondered what kind of force it took to break a glass against an eye socket.
There is no accounting for taste in men.
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With Domestic Violence Awareness month coming up -- they can move it even father away, please.
By ANDREA PEYSER
Shortly after Hiram "Monster" Monserrate cut his girl friend's face, nearly to the bone, with a drinking glass, the young lady in question made a call. Not to her mother. Or her priest. Or bartender.
Hiram's gal pal, Karla Giraldo, called her facialist. It was 3 a.m., and she'd lost quite a bit of blood.
She also was exceedingly drunk. She was palpably angry. She was bloody. Injured. Hysterical.
But Karla wanted to make absolutely certain she wasn't scarred for life. So en route to Long Island Jewish Medical Center, she consulted about "alternative" therapies.
And so goes Day One of the strangest domestic-violence case ever to be heard in the borough of Queens. Monserrate, a former cop and current state senator with a weird penchant for Scientology, went on trial for felony assault in a December attack that left Giraldo bloody.
But if a crime occurred and no one sees it, does it really exist?
Karla, 30, and Hiram, 42, both insist their glass-shattering brawl was all a freak accident. He was bringing her a glass of water. Tripped and spilled it. And cut the heck out of her head.
It seems this dysfunctional duo deserves each other.
I ran into Hiram in the hallway. And he was strangely serene, though he's facing seven years in prison.
I asked the fast-handed stud how it was going. He smiled a weird, doughy smile.
"It's going the only way it should," he said, Yoda-like. "The way of the truth." And he thanked me for asking.
In opening statements, prosecutor Scott Kessler attempted to draw first blood, saying Monserrate was all about controlling his girlfriend.
But defense lawyer Joe Tacopina got his digs in. He said Karla came home stinking drunk after being kicked out of a party.
And he established that the glass Hiram used to slash his girlfriend was whole -- until he broke it against her face. It was not as if he waved a broken shard in her direction. I wondered what kind of force it took to break a glass against an eye socket.
There is no accounting for taste in men.
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