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Deja Vu   4 comments

mottoDÉJÀ VU           

As I watch the news coverage of the two cops murdered in the 79 yesterday it brings back painful memories. It feels like the City is returning to seventies. It was a time when we had mayors and police commissioners who hated cops and showed them no respect. I remember going to funerals almost every month. The moral of us the cops on street was nonexistent. It was felt that the only support we had was each other. It was us against the world. Crime was rampant and the streets were filthy.

Slowly things changed as better mayors and commissioners came in. The city went from a cesspool of crime and violence to one of the safest big cities in the world. Now a new mayor intent on bringing back those days is in office. He learned how to govern at the feet of David Dinkens possibly the worst mayor in the history of New York City until now. Mr. Mayor there are now two less cops for your son to be afraid of. You have blood on your hands and it won’t wash off.

If my son had been one of those killed yesterday they would have had to pull me off DeBlasio. I watched his hypocritical speech last night and it also reminded me of the seventies. The politicians and police brass have no respect for living street cops but they love dead ones. They get to stand before the cameras and cry their crocodile tears. They can pretend they care and hope for a boost in their poll numbers.

 

 

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Posted December 21, 2014 by kevingcox in Uncategorized

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A Bushwick Night before Christmas   Leave a comment

 

Wreath

This is something I plan on reading Tuesday at the Inspired Mic. I will gladly take any suggestions on how to make it better.

Thanks, Kevin.

 

T`was the night before Christmas and all thru the hood

Not a felon was stirring which was really good

The drugs were hidden in the kitchen with care

In hopes the cops wouldn’t find them there

The junkies were passed out from street corner meds

While visions of needles danced in their heads

Bob started the car as I closed my door

At the turn of the key the engine did roar

Off in the distance shots did rattle

To us seemed the sound of a battle

Away to the scene we flew like a flash

At the top of the street we almost did crash

The blood on the breast of the new fallen snow

Gave the luster of midday to the bodies below

When what to my wondering eyes should appear

But two bloody bodies smelling of beer

The two lay there not so lively or quick

I knew in a moment this was done by some dick

More rapid than eagles the cars they came

Bob whistled and shouted and called them by name

Here, Adam! Here, Boy, Here Charlie and David

On, Eddie, On, Frank, none of them waited

A  red trail of blood led up to a Hall

Now up I say, Up I say, Up I say all

As leaves before the wild hurricane fly

So went the dancers as Police we did cry

So on to the dance hall we all flew

Eight cops and old Sgt. Kelly too

Then in a twinkling I heard a small skell

He was prancing and pawing and yelled go to hell

I entered the dance hall in a quick bound

One wall was covered in holes I soon found

The blood on the wall showed here they were shot

The smoky hall smelled strongly of pot

I was in the bathroom the owner did claim

Over two hundred patrons answered the same

Piles of guns were found on the floor

All had been fired, some thru the door

The owner’s eyes did twinkle as he answered our calls

I had to admit he had some pair of balls

He claimed he knew nothing, no one had a pistol

Butbodies had so many holes if they walked they would whistle

The butt of a cigarette he held in his teeth

As still he denied knowing of those beneath

The owner he had a round little belly

That shook when he laughed at old Sgt. Kelly

Who did the shooting I asked him myself

He answered who knows maybe an elf

An elf with a machine gun is what he said

But it could have been Santa who made them dead

An asshole he was and also a jerk

Santa he claimed may have went berserk

Out to the street we dragged him thru snows

He shivered and shook and said this really blows

The two were taken by wagon not sleigh

For those two it appeared crime didn’t pay

Never hold up a club with two little guns

Unless the dancers are all little nuns

The dancers exclaimed as we drove from the site

“HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT”

 

Posted December 12, 2014 by kevingcox in Uncategorized

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A different perspective   2 comments

83 pctHi all, I haven’t blogged for a while. I’ve been busy with a few things including a bit of a cancer on my right foot. I guess it’s a Wide World of Sports Cancer, The agony of De-Feet. It really doesn’t hurt but I like the line.

After reading about the incidents in NYC lately I was reminded of a couple of things from way back when in the Eight-three. The first one I would like to tell is how my partner Henry and I came very close to killing an unarmed man. No one would ever have believed our story. Here is what happened.

We got a call for a disorderly man in the first floor hallway. We arrived on the scene and entered the hall to see a man on the first floor arguing with a girl on the second floor at the top of the stairs.  Henry and I were walking toward the man when he heard us. He looked back and spun into a crouch and stuck his right hand inside his coat. It looked like he was going for a gun. Henry and I were within six feet of him, we used our sticks to drop him. He was down within seconds. We tossed him and found no weapons.

I made the arrest and asked him why he did that. He said that he was trying to impress his ex, the girl at the top of the stairs. He said if she thought he was crazy enough pull a gun on cops for her it would be cool. We told him he was almost not only cool but room temperature.

So we call the Sgt. and explain what happened. He didn’t believe us but the collar admitted the whole thing like he was proud of it. Then we go take him to the hospital. The doctors and nurses again don’t believe us until this mope again says it’s true.

At Central Booking the Sgt there doesn’t believe us so we have our idiot perp again explain it. At court it’s the same with the D.A. I explain that the arrested admits it. The D.A. tells me that I better hope he does. At arraignment the Judge doesn’t believe a word until the Deft admits it and says that his Legal Aid Lawyer told him not to mention it. After hearing that, the judge reamed him out and told him he should be glad two experienced Police Officers responded to his call or he could have ended up in the morgue.

Now the thing is experience had nothing to do with it. We were too close to go for our guns when he turned. If the hall had been longer and we were ten feet further away we would have both emptied our guns on him. No one would have believed us. All we would have had was a dead unarmed twenty years old. We would probably still be sitting in jail. It can happen to anyone.

The second story many of you who were in the Eight-tree in the seventies will remember. There was a robbery at one location; in a gun fight with the responding sector one perp came up a loser. The others jumped in a car and left him. They were caught and arrested a couple of miles away. All good, clean shooting, good collars. The press showed up it must have been a slow news day for them to come to a shooting in Bushwick.

While they are at the Station House three guys come in who claim to be witnesses to the whole thing. Their story was that the dead perp was shot in cold blood as he tried to surrender. They were very honest witnesses telling exactly what they saw. The only problem was they didn’t even know where it happened they had the wrong location. They had apparently heard about the incident on the street and came in with a story.

The cops who were there thought it was a joke as these guys told their story to a reporter. That reporter had checked both scenes and knew they were lying.

The next day the story in the paper read like the cops were trying to cover something up. It gave the story of what happened then said that three men who said they witnessed the incident disputed the Police account. Everything they said was reported but no mention that they couldn’t even say where it happened.

Later that day the reporter was back in the station house getting more on the story. Several cops questioned that reporter about lying on the story. The reporter justified what was written by saying at no point in the story did it say that was what happened, only that those three said that was what happened. One cop said but you saw the scenes you knew that the story they gave wasn’t the truth. The reporter responded, “My job is not to get the truth it’s to get the best story. They had the best story.”

Take everything you read with a grain of salt.

Posted December 6, 2014 by kevingcox in Random Thoughts

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