At
first it seems the island is nothing but an oasis greenery in the
East River. Then you notice the buildings and smokestacks poking
through the mess of vines and trees. These are the remains of a
complex of buildings that once housed unfortunate victims of the
most hideous contagious diseases of the 19th and 20th centuries,
including tuberculosis, typhoid fever and smallpox. When these diseases
were tamed, the island found a new use as a home for troubled and
drug-addicted youth, but the program proved unsuccessful and funding
for it vanished. After the program closed in the 1950s, the island
was abandoned, and quickly claimed again by nature. Today the island
is an informal sanctuary for birds. One must be cautious of the
nests of eggs hidden on the ground in the dense growth covering
the island. The birds have a truly fascinating home- an unpopulated
island in the middle of New York City. An island once home to the
infamous Typhoid Mary, an island that bore witness to a horrifying
nautical disaster - the wreck of the General Slocum, and an island
that occasionally has harbored escaped convicts from nearby Riker's
Island.