Monday, May 18, 2015

The 14th Annual NYPD Memorial 5K Run

Yesterday was the first time I attended the NYPD Memorial 5K Run in NYC. This race is run in honor of all NYPD Officers who have died in the line of duty, and although my husband went for his first time last year, I felt compelled to attend yesterday.
It was a truly moving event, and more than once, I swallowed a great big lump in my throat in order to keep moving myself.
Upon arrival, we checked in and were asked if we wanted a tag to represent the NYPD Hero that we were running in memory of...I chose Ramos and Liu, the two NYPD Officers that were assassinated this past December.
It struck me as sad that I had names, embedded in my head, able to roll right off the top of my tongue...names from recent history...more than one name to choose from.
My husband took the opposite tack and I loved it; he chose an Officer whose watch ended on October 3, 1938. He ran in the memory of someone who no one today would remember, but should still never be forgotten.
What was funny about the actual race was that even though I had written in the names of Officers Ramos and Liu, I was thinking a lot about Brian Moore, who was murdered more recently, and in fact, I was thinking about what the Priest said during the homily given at his funeral.
I'm paraphrasing here, but the Priest was talking about a conversation he had with a friend, about running a marathon. The Priest intimated that it must be really fun, and exciting to see all the people that come out to view the NYC Marathon. The friend said it was actually quite lonely...out there running all by himself...that even though you're in a pack of people, you really run your own race. The friend went on to say that at this past year's Marathon he felt as if he had caught a glimpse of Heaven: when he finished his race, he saw all the family members, waiting at the Finish, cheering you on, excitedly awaiting your arrival, as they stood there with open arms, threw a blanket over your shoulders, and ushered you in for a hug.
There's a great metaphor there.
My husband, his partner, a friend who is a Federal Agent, as well as a few other friends ran out in front of me. I did a majority of the race alone. I was almost at three miles when I noticed two women in the distinctive "bobby" hats of the London Police come right up alongside me. I kept pace with them and came to find out that the London Police Running Club had joined us for the past ten years in honoring our fallen Members.
I must say that I have been to Great Britain several times and love the people as well as the culture. While I was talking to the two female Officers, they asked me if I had lived in New York my entire life. I told them yes.
"Oh, so then that's a real New York accent?" they asked with polite curiosity.
I laughed out loud.
Then I said, "That's so funny! I forget that you're not the only ones who have an accent in this conversation!"
What a joy to meet Officers from across the Pond, who came to support the NYPD at one of its most harrowing times.
I say this not because I relish being a drama queen (let's face it, I am an actress) but because I truly believe that the morale in the NYPD has hit a major all-time low.
I did not see the mayor at the start or the finish of the race.
What I see is a bumbling man, mumbling into microphones when his presence is called upon, and not much else.
What I would like to see is this Not-Ready-For-Prime-Time Individual do a ride along in one of The City's worst neighborhoods: tired, scared, hungry---perhaps cold and wet---and either way, without his security detail.
But I digress.
The race was full of fun and camaraderie as Police Agencies from all over showed up to run, walk, and fellowship with the Finest.
It was a day of remembrance, and I was so glad I went.
It's a day I won't soon forget.

Monday, May 4, 2015

Sad...sickened and...sad

I have been both sickened and sad since the Baltimore riots began...sad to think about both sides of the coin: the toll on our officers as well as communities like Baltimore, because I knew full well that what was going on there would flow north to New York, as long as there were people willing to protest.
The unfortunate effect of this permissive culture is that cops have become the target.
A young NYPD Officer was shot on Saturday night in Queens. He was shot by a scumbag violent ex-con who has no remorse.
At the press conference, we found our bumbling leader mumbling into a microphone about the sacrifices of the NYPD.
As if.
As if he knew the full extent of the sacrifices that our Blue Family makes every single day.
Today, my Blue Family is bleeding. Today, Officer Moore's family removed him from life support.
No parent should have to make that heart-wrenching decision---ever---but especially not because of some disgusting individual's tragic choice. 
My husband will attend another funeral this week. Is there a quantifiable toll that it takes, on his psyche...on his health? Perhaps this time our hapless, hopeless mayor will begin to get the picture.
How many more times will it take?
Rest in Peace, Officer Brian Moore.
We acknowledge your sacrifice.

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Saturday, March 28, 2015

Lillo Brancato, Jr and his Second Act

This is an interesting man-on-the-street interview with the actor Lillo Brancato, Jr...known in police circles as the man who killed off-duty Police Officer Daniel Enchautegui. In a botched Bronx robbery, one of New York's Finest was killed as he tried to thwart the burglary of a neighbor's home.

 https://youtu.be/uW63zqSOXJc



Some of you might recognize Brancato: his larger roles consist of being in A Bronx Tale and The Sopranos.
His other role consisted of him becoming a drug addict, and in the course of those decisions, taking the life of another man.
When news broke this week of his being hired in a new film, the NYPD Family was understandably upset. Where was the fairness in this? How come he got another chance? Daniel would never get that. Officer Enchautegui died at the age of 28, after only three years on the force.
It speaks to his character that he even tried to do the right thing, while off-duty, in order to serve his fellow man. This week, PBA President Pat Lynch called for a boycott of Brancato's film.
The head of the city’s police union is calling for a boycott of an upcoming flick that includes actor Lillo Brancato, who did prison time for his role in an infamous Bronx cop-killing.

According to the New York Post:
“We will never be able to forgive and forget the role that junkie Lilo [sic] Brancato played in the death of hero Police Officer Daniel Enchautegui,’’ PBA President Pat Lynch seethed in a statement Tuesday — after The Post exclusively revealed that the actor had landed his first movie role since being released from prison.
“To that end, we ask all right-thinking people not to support this thug’s acting career by avoiding this movie and any project in which he is involved,” Lynch said.
The movie, a boxing epic called “Back in the Day,’’ is due out next spring.
Read full article here: http://nypost.com/2015/03/24/nypd-union-leader-wants-boycott-of-upcoming-brancato-movie/

My thoughts? My thoughts are numerous. I hate drug addicts. I hate drugs. I hate the idea of this young Officer being killed...I hate injustice...I hate the idea of so many actors I know---really talented actors---not getting much-deserved offers when someone who squandered their talent, and their life, gets a shot at Act Two.
But I am not God; I can make sweeping pronouncements and judgements all day long...but in the end, God will see the unseen. Only God knows the heart.
That said, I will not be seeing this film. I feel as if it's the very least I can do in honor of a good man:
Officer Daniel Enchautegui.

Monday, March 16, 2015

The Power of Music

Sometimes I will write something totally off-topic here, having nothing to do with being a Cop's Wife, current Police Politics, or anything even marginally blue.
I'm allowed. After all, it's my blog.
I just heard a song that I hadn't heard in years; at least a decade, maybe more.
As I stood in my kitchen, singing every single word, noting and marveling at how I still seemed to know it by heart...I not only knew the words, but I felt the feelings that I had felt, oh-so-long ago...the scent of that time gone by...the perspective shifted, but the memories...wow.
And that's the power of music.
I never underestimate it.

 
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