Cop Shit
"Ain't That Some Shit!" - Jules Verne - (1828 - 1905)
"Ain't That Some Shit!" - Jules Verne - (1828 - 1905)
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So You Wanna Be a Cop?
As told by Dr. Mitchell Jacobs, Chairman of Media Studies who is substituting tonight for Professor Francis Neptune’s “Interpersonal Communication” class. Frankie is an adjunct liberal arts professor at a small local college. The students are mostly Criminal Justice majors. Frankie is attending a Racket (copspeak for retirement party) for one of his former colleagues from the NYPD. “Professor Neptune tells you police stories from his years working in the NYPD that are usually funny. Tonight, I’m going to try talk to you as Frankie does with me in private conversation.” Professor Jacobs says to start the class READ MORE |
When Attribution is not a Challenge
Shari met Johnny a long time ago. They knew each other through mutual friends. It was a casual and brief acquaintance, seeing each other at parties and infrequently running into each other on the streets of SoHo and Chelsea in 1990’s New York City.
He wasn’t seeing anyone steady and Shari was in a dead end long distance romance with an artist living in London. They never “clicked.”
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Shari met Johnny a long time ago. They knew each other through mutual friends. It was a casual and brief acquaintance, seeing each other at parties and infrequently running into each other on the streets of SoHo and Chelsea in 1990’s New York City.
He wasn’t seeing anyone steady and Shari was in a dead end long distance romance with an artist living in London. They never “clicked.”
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The Charm Offensive
Back in 1983, the New York City Civilian Complaint Review Board better known as CCRB, monitored complaints against NYPD cops. At an obviously perspicuous moment their insightful minds discovered a basic algorithm. This would ultimately determine the veracity of a complaint of verbal abuse lodged against the members of the NYPD by an aggrieved and abused member of the public.
“All cops call people assholes, so if a complainant says he was called an asshole, it must be true.”
When Sean and I heard this piece of cogent logic we decided to counter it with an affirmative response from a working police officers’ point of view. I christened our project: “The Charm Offensive.”
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Back in 1983, the New York City Civilian Complaint Review Board better known as CCRB, monitored complaints against NYPD cops. At an obviously perspicuous moment their insightful minds discovered a basic algorithm. This would ultimately determine the veracity of a complaint of verbal abuse lodged against the members of the NYPD by an aggrieved and abused member of the public.
“All cops call people assholes, so if a complainant says he was called an asshole, it must be true.”
When Sean and I heard this piece of cogent logic we decided to counter it with an affirmative response from a working police officers’ point of view. I christened our project: “The Charm Offensive.”
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Chivalry Was Not Dead
It was a busy Manhattan summer back in 1983, a Saturday night in the NYPD’s 13th Precinct. The dense humidity soaked into the station house even though the air conditioning was running full blast: (that’s full blast for an under maintained New York City municipal building). The craziness from the streets invaded the station house as well. It seemed like every strange person within the confines of the command compiled with some exotic call. Somewhat like the zombies from The Night of the Living Dead movie. Then again, it was kind of a fun night.
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It was a busy Manhattan summer back in 1983, a Saturday night in the NYPD’s 13th Precinct. The dense humidity soaked into the station house even though the air conditioning was running full blast: (that’s full blast for an under maintained New York City municipal building). The craziness from the streets invaded the station house as well. It seemed like every strange person within the confines of the command compiled with some exotic call. Somewhat like the zombies from The Night of the Living Dead movie. Then again, it was kind of a fun night.
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Abused and Amused
What do WE want? DEAD COPS When do WE want them? NOW!!!!” She vehemently screamed; Pointing directly at the old hairbag cop with about 30 years on the job, standing behind a police barrier only a few feet away.The cop recalls the orders dictated to his Sergeant by the Captain and then dictated to him by his Sergeant before they were dispatched to this post:
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What do WE want? DEAD COPS When do WE want them? NOW!!!!” She vehemently screamed; Pointing directly at the old hairbag cop with about 30 years on the job, standing behind a police barrier only a few feet away.The cop recalls the orders dictated to his Sergeant by the Captain and then dictated to him by his Sergeant before they were dispatched to this post:
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Snap Shot: Donut Empathy
The two NYPD cops were working a midnight tour back in 1984.
“What’s the problem now?” Frankie The Cop asks Stillos, the obnoxious owner of Athens DonutDelites. The shop was located on the southeast corner of West 23rd Street and 7th Avenue in Manhattan’s 13th Pct.
He then indigently points over to a middle aged man in a lightweight olive green summer seersucker suit.
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The two NYPD cops were working a midnight tour back in 1984.
“What’s the problem now?” Frankie The Cop asks Stillos, the obnoxious owner of Athens DonutDelites. The shop was located on the southeast corner of West 23rd Street and 7th Avenue in Manhattan’s 13th Pct.
He then indigently points over to a middle aged man in a lightweight olive green summer seersucker suit.
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The Midnight Crew
Back in 1984, I had the opportunity to work a midnight tour with steady midnight police officer James McFadden AKA “Jimbo.” Our regular partners were both on vacation so they threw us together in an RMP (police car). It was either riding with Jimbo or police officer Tommy Hedrick AKA “Black Smoke.” Black Smoke had a habit of getting into shootouts. I was on the sergeant’s promotion list, I didn’t need any trouble. So I opted for riding with Jimbo.
Jimbo was a twenty-five-year veteran of the NYPD with thousands of arrests and hundreds of medals. He was five foot nine and about two hundred and sixty pounds with a beer belly. Jimbo wore his gun belt holster in his groin so he could get to it while sitting in the RMP. Divorced twice, he usually slept in the station house lounge between tours after bouncing in after-hours clubs or collaring up (making arrests).
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Back in 1984, I had the opportunity to work a midnight tour with steady midnight police officer James McFadden AKA “Jimbo.” Our regular partners were both on vacation so they threw us together in an RMP (police car). It was either riding with Jimbo or police officer Tommy Hedrick AKA “Black Smoke.” Black Smoke had a habit of getting into shootouts. I was on the sergeant’s promotion list, I didn’t need any trouble. So I opted for riding with Jimbo.
Jimbo was a twenty-five-year veteran of the NYPD with thousands of arrests and hundreds of medals. He was five foot nine and about two hundred and sixty pounds with a beer belly. Jimbo wore his gun belt holster in his groin so he could get to it while sitting in the RMP. Divorced twice, he usually slept in the station house lounge between tours after bouncing in after-hours clubs or collaring up (making arrests).
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Monk The Cop Fighter
When I was a rookie cop back in 1979, I was assigned to the 13th Pct. in Manhattan. My first tour happen to be a Tuesday into Wednesday midnight shift. Roll call partnered me in radio car with a real old timer in the command. Police Officer Charlie Hauck was a grey haired, 35 year veteran of the NYPD. All of that time he had spent on patrol in the bag assigned to the 13th Pct.
Charlie was a man of few words. “I do all the driving“......”Don’t touch the radio.” This was a typical keep your eyes open and your mouth shut ride. He would ride around, (keeping his cop hat on) while pointing things out in terse statements. “SRO Hotel, hookers and junkies,” he would say, nodding toward an old dumpy building on East 28th Street. “Madison Square Park, homos and he/shes cruise here.” That was my introductory tour of the precinct.
After a few months of being tested by the other old hair bag cops, I guess I passed when they realized I was not a “rat.” I saw things that were not exactly kosher, and I kept my mouth shut.
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When I was a rookie cop back in 1979, I was assigned to the 13th Pct. in Manhattan. My first tour happen to be a Tuesday into Wednesday midnight shift. Roll call partnered me in radio car with a real old timer in the command. Police Officer Charlie Hauck was a grey haired, 35 year veteran of the NYPD. All of that time he had spent on patrol in the bag assigned to the 13th Pct.
Charlie was a man of few words. “I do all the driving“......”Don’t touch the radio.” This was a typical keep your eyes open and your mouth shut ride. He would ride around, (keeping his cop hat on) while pointing things out in terse statements. “SRO Hotel, hookers and junkies,” he would say, nodding toward an old dumpy building on East 28th Street. “Madison Square Park, homos and he/shes cruise here.” That was my introductory tour of the precinct.
After a few months of being tested by the other old hair bag cops, I guess I passed when they realized I was not a “rat.” I saw things that were not exactly kosher, and I kept my mouth shut.
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