Chief of Detectives RODNEY HARRISON FIRST LIVE TV INTERVIEW BY
PIX 11 MARY MURPHY !
7/25/19 OPEN LETTER by RET CHIEF ANEMONE. A TRUE LEADER. ANGER and SHAME
Recent events in Brooklyn, Harlem and on the subway involving acts of disrespect toward police officers in uniform has provoked the sentiments of anger and shame in me. Let me explain; I am angry as hell at the "woke", "progressive", political establishment of New York City, who are a disgrace to the City of New York. They collectively have created a situation that can only get worse for the rule of law in New York. They have replaced common sense, impartiality, and honesty in the pursuit of happiness in the City with crazy theories about our sub-conscious prejudices and minority privilege. The educational and criminal justice systems in this City are under attack by these "progressives", with not a care for the consequences of these deranged theories.
Our mayor has indicated on a number of occasions now that he had "The Talk" with his son about how not to enrage the racist police of the City if he is ever stopped by them. Mr Mayor, it is now time for you to have a different" Talk" with your supporters in each of the boroughs. You should begin by explaining to your supporters that you were wrong to attack the motives of the men and women of the NYPD. You should then apologize to those men and women of the NYPD who put it all on the line, 24/7, 365 a year for all persons in the City, resident or tourist, businessperson or employee, homeless or condo dweller, citizen or alien.
Your next step should be training and teaching the youth of the City in correct, courteous behavior that is the norm in most civilized cities in the world. You may also mention the fact that in the future, parents will be held responsible for the behavior of their minor children, while adult children will be answerable to the courts for their behavior. Deviancy will no longer be de-criminalized, people must expect consequences for their anti-social and criminal behavior. No excuses, no hard luck stories, no placing the blame on our institutions of education, health and policing for the lack of civility, rude and dangerous, threatening behavior by far too many youths and adults in our City
I am ashamed that members of my beloved NYPD when confronted with behavior that could just have easily been life threatening, did NOTHING. They turned their backs on a threat, walked away defeated, all the while in UNIFORM. We who have served understand that when you wear the uniform, it is not about you anymore. You represent all of us in the Department, and the City of New York. You make it harder for the next cop who runs into the same people who backed you down. These people have now become emboldened to take perhaps more serious action against a police officer thinking that there will be no consequences for them. This is a very dangerous situation for the other officers in that precinct, who may meet these same people on the street in a day, a week, a month later.
I have been retired for 20 years now, but I have known and witnessed true American heroes who wore that NYPD uniform with pride and courage during their careers. How dare any members of the Department disgrace that same uniform by giving in to their selfish fears. Worries about what the Department or the public might think of your actions are no justification for not stepping up and doing the right thing. Shame on you. Resign now.
God Bless The Men And Women Of The NYPD. Walk Tall, Hold Your Heads High, And Never Back Down.
He carried BYRNE’S SHIELD with him during his campaign, kept it on his desk in the Oval Office
I was a little overwhelmed, emotional and also in awe of the events surrounding this weekend and I would be honored if you shared my thoughts with the rest of our club.
First, my heartfelt thank you goes out to you, and all of our INCREDIBLE 10-13 members who made this weekend for Paul’s family, special and comforting in knowing what kind of extended family Paul was a part of. They might have had an idea, but I don’t think they really knew for sure. There were approximately 25 or so Emergency Service members who traveled here (mostly from NY) but some came from Virginia, Alabama, New Hampshire and I’m sure other parts of the country.
Although we all have busy lives, Paul the Hero that he is, made the ultimate sacrifice, when he contracted a debilitating illness at the World Trade Center that ultimately took his life and I would personally like to thank every member of our club who took the time to honor Paul. I know it meant the world to Paul’s family.
I’ll be honest, I was a little apprehensive about those traveling here from ESU, that our club might not have a good showing for Paul’s family. Well, as usual, our club stepped up to the task at hand. The amount of preparation that went into: the Honor Guard, presenting the department and US flags to the family, the bagpipes, the bugler, the 21 gun salute…and then, the reception, setting up the lodge, the food, buying rounds for the guys, supplying challenge coins, etc. etc. etc. was all an incredible feat to watch. I think everything was PERFECT! I certainly know Paul was looking down on us with that big smile he always had.
All of my Emergency guys that were there kept telling me all weekend, how impressed they were with you and with our club. They said…”and we kept on being impressed every step of the way as the weekend went on”. I need to say to all of our members, with a big heart, I’ve always been proud to be a member of the 10-13 Club of Charlotte NC, but I don’t think I’ve ever been as proud to be a member of our club as I was this weekend. I want to say to all of our club members that made this so special for Paul’s family, I am honored to have worked with you and to call all of you friends, brothers, and sisters. May God bless Paul Johnson and always keep him close to his heart.
Courtesy of McDonald Family
‘There is no restitution for murder,’ says McDonald’s brother. The brother of murdered NYPD Officer Sean McDonald told the parole board about a repeated twist that was beyond cruel during their father's final days in 2005.
“When my father started to decline, his mind started to deteriorate,” retired NYPD detective Andrew McDonald reported. “I would visit him daily with coffee and pastry. We would sit and talk when he was able. Some days, he was lucid enough to talk about the Yankee game, or the weather or a movie he saw decades earlier. Other times I would walk in and he would ask me why Sean hadn’t visited.”
Sean had been shot to death in March 1994, when he interrupted a robbery at a Bronx clothing shop by two gunmen who were seeking quick cash to party and had committed at least 10 other hold-ups. Andrew had been working nearby that night, having become a cop at the same time as Sean two years before. Andrew had responded to a report of an officer down. He learned only after he arrived that the officer was his brother.
Sean was rushed to Columbia Presbyterian Hospital. Andrew had to arrange for their father, Johnny McDonald, and Sean’s wife, Janet McDonald, to get there. Janet had been waitressing at an upstate steakhouse and was still wearing her apron when she arrived. The jingling of coins accompanied her steps as she went down a long hallway to the emergency room. She and Sean had three kids to raise, the youngest only 18 months. She had been working for tips to augment her husband’s salary as a 26-year-old cop.
Andrew, then just 23, had to inform Janet that Sean was dead. Andrew also had to do what he could to console his father. Andrew could not have imagined that he would repeatedly need to break the terrible news all over again 11 years later, each time his father would ask why Sean had not come to see him.
“You cannot imagine what that feels like,” Andrew now said at a hearing concerning possible parole for the two killers. “It takes the wind out of your lungs. It’s like a punch in the face. It took me a few second to recover so I could explain to my father for a second and third time that his son was murdered. I had to watch him remember and react alone. Then it was me that consoled him all over again as his wound had just been ripped open again.”
Andrew continued reading his six-page typewritten victim impact statement in an upstairs conference room at the parole office on West 40th Street in Manhattan. The sole parole board member present at the June 29 proceeding might not even be among those who will decide whether the men who murdered Sean are freed.
But the stenographer was recording each word so that the statement could be entered into the record when the first of the two killers, Javier Miranda, comes up for parole on Monday, July 9. The second, Rudolfo Rodriguez comes up in November. New York State recently paroled Herman Bell, who was convicted in 1979 of assassinating two NYPD cops. A co-defendant, Anthony Bottom is also up for parole. Another cop killer, Robert Hayes, is due to be paroled on July 24.
“As you can see my father is not here to describe what it was like to lose his son,” Andrew now continued. “He died after a battle heart disease and kidney failure in 2005. I will attempt to describe his loss for you: They said a parent should never have to bury a child. There is no truer statement.”
Andrew continued, “When Sean was murdered by inmate Miranda my father’s heart was broken. [He] went from being a happy, charismatic leprechaun to a sad, bitter person. He smiled when he dwelled on memories, but his happiness soon turned sour when he realized by why the memories were cut short. The son he worked so hard to bring up right was murdered at 26 years old. My father was broken, gutted.”
Andrew went on, “In the months after Sean’s murder, I watched my father deteriorate. He gave up his will to live.”
“Sean and I got our strength and sense of purpose from him,” Andrew continued. “He emigrated from Ireland with nothing to his name. He got by with a work ethic and good moral standard. He had suffered his setbacks in life. He was laid off from his job with the airlines around the time my mother got breast cancer. He didn’t turn to crime, [or] or work the system—he found whatever work he could.”
The mother’s condition had worsened. “He dropped everything to make sure she was taken care of and could die at home in Ireland. He lost everything as the cancer took her. Sean was 11, I was 7. We returned to New York homeless—we stayed with my uncle and his three grown children in his two bedroom apartment.”
“Times were tough. Sean and I knew what it was like to miss a meal. We knew about Christmas without gifts. We knew what it was like to shop for school clothes at the Salvation Army.”
Andrew noted, “Through all this, my father didn’t resort to crime. He asked family for as much help as they could provide and fought through adversity. That is why Sean and I grew up to be good people.”