Ming, the Bengal Tiger Raised in a Harlem House, Has Actually Died


Ming grew up for three years in a public-housing job as his owner’s “only buddy,” and became front-page news when he was discovered in 2003.

Credit … Hartsdale Pet Cemetery

Corey Kilgannon

Antoine Yates’s next-door neighbors took notification of the exotic little pet he revived one day to his Harlem housing task 20 years earlier.

” I remember him bringing home this little tiger cub,” Jerome Applewhite, a previous next-door neighbor, recalled in an interview on Monday. “When he informed me what it was, I understood it was going to grow up to be some big animal.”

Yes, it truly was a Bengal tiger cub, and it undoubtedly turned into a 400- pound leviathan primarily during the three years it spent in Home 5E of the Drew Hamilton Houses under the caring care of Mr. Yates, a cabdriver who was then in his mid-30 s.

Mr. Yates called him Ming and kept him, as he would later on be priced estimate, “to show the entire world that we could all get along.”

He constructed a sand pit in Ming’s space and fed him 20 pounds of chicken parts daily– at least up until the police, and then the world, learnt about the high-rise burrow.

Headings about the tiger– the kind found in the wilds of India or a zoo– in a city apartment or condo came to characterize New York City at a wilder time when it seemed almost absolutely nothing was too crazy to be believed.

Mr. Yates was detained and served a brief stint in prison, while Ming was relocated to an Ohio sanctuary where he lived out a less urban presence up until his death from natural causes in February.

Ming’s cremated remains received a homecoming of sorts, as reported Monday in The New York City Post. The remains were interred in April at the Hartsdale Family Pet Cemetery in Westchester County, about 17 miles north of the Harlem apartment or condo where Ming lived a suppressed youth.

The cemetery honored Ming with a modest service and a stone monument– “Ming, Tiger of Harlem”– facing south toward New york city.

” It simply made sense for Ming to rest there,” stated Henry Jones, a photographer who shot Ming often at the sanctuary in Ohio and helped get the monument made. “He will be gone to and honored for future generations.”

Brian Martin, a supervisor at the cemetery, stated in a phone interview, “We’re primarily a cemetery for cats and canines so we’re thrilled to have Ming here.”

Not far from Ming’s tomb is buried another big feline: Goldfleck, a lion adopted from the circus around 1912 by a Hungarian princess going to New York City who kept him in her suite at the Plaza Hotel and took him for strolls through Central Park.

Ming’s surroundings were less attractive: an apartment or condo in a housing job where his residency stayed an open secret amongst next-door neighbors who could not ignore the occasional roar or whimpering, or the scent of urine.

Ming was never ever detected by real estate authority officials. Neither was Al, the alligator Mr. Yates brought home as a hatchling and raised to nearly 6 feet in a big, fiberglass tank together with Ming (in different bed rooms, obviously).

” To Antoine, he was simply a pet,” Mr. Applewhite remembered. “No one was in risk, not even his friend or family. It was safe in the home. He understood what he was doing.”

Mr. Yates spoke of some day opening an animal sanctuary, however the informal one in his apartment ended in October 2003 after he made a shockingly standard adoption, of a stray feline.

When Ming attempted to catch the cat, Mr. Yates leapt between them and was gashed by Ming’s fangs. At a close-by emergency clinic, his claims that the wound was inflicted by a pit bull raised suspicions.

Police officers sent to the apartment heard growling within and utilized a remote electronic camera to find Ming. An officer rappelled considerably down to the house window and utilized a tranquilizer weapon to suppress Ming, who charged ferociously at the window.

It took more than 6 men to carry the 3-year-old tiger out, and the story ended up being front-page news. The alligator was likewise removed.

Mr. Yates became referred to as Tiger Guy, and told reporters that Ming was “like my bro, my friend, my only pal, really.”

Both Ming and Al were sent out to sanctuaries in other states. Mr. Yates ended up pleading guilty to negligent endangerment. He served 3 months on Rikers Island.

” It was a story that might just happen in New York City,” stated Jeremy Saland, the prosecuting lawyer in the event, who recalled that Mr. Yates, for a time, also owned a young lion along with Ming.

Mr. Saland, now a criminal attorney in Manhattan, said Mr. Yates wanted to produce “his own personal Eden” in the apartment or condo.

” He imagined a harmonious location where man and beast strolled together,” he stated.

He stated he tried unsuccessfully to get the tiger housed at the Bronx Zoo so Ming could function as evidence and he joked that if the case had gone to trial, his opening declaration would start with, ‘Ladies and gentlemen, jurors of all ages.'”

Mr. Yates now lives with his mother, Martha Yates, in a residential area of Philadelphia. Reached on Monday night, she said she never had an issue with her child’s family pet.

” He was tame– he was an excellent family pet,” she said. “They got along good together.”

She agreed to take a message for her kid– which he did not react to– but said that he might not come to the phone at the moment.

” He’s out walking the pet dog,” she said.

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Angie Ronson

Angie Ronson is Editor-in-Chief at THRS. She covers the transformative impact of new technology on all sectors.