Dear William, Daniel, Catherine, (and Michael & Baby Girl Y) (and your parents), (and any future descendants and their parents),
Yesterday I told you that things got a bit better in Baltimore; but, yesterday, throughout the day, demonstrations spread to other major cities — Boston, Chicago, Denver, Houston, Minneapolis, New York, and Washington. Many people were arrested for disorderly conduct.
[Babcia Krysia wants you to know that there is more interesting stuff after this news article.]
2015_04_30_SupportGrows
Meanwhile, nothing is being done (publicly) to clarify the circumstances that lead to Mr. Gray’s death. Also, there is much debate about the parenting methods of the Mom who pulled her son out of the demonstration (I wrote to you about her yesterday) — some people feel that she should not have hit her child; others feel that she needed to take drastic measures to save her son’s life.
I am so conflicted about all of this — I am definitely against violence and disorderly conduct; but I am also against inappropriate governmental conduct. I wish the three of you were old enough to advise me on these issues — I would very much welcome your wisdom, perspective, experience and advice. But, remember, as you grow up, to gain wisdom, perspective and experience, so that you can give good advice, you need to keep up with the news, on a daily basis. Watch and read different news sources, so you are aware of different points of view. Whatever you see or hear, do so critically — think about it; does it make sense? What would you do under the circumstances? What else could be done? Who else should be consulted? What other option should be explored?
Seeing so much police activity on the television reminded me of my days as a New York City Auxiliary Police Officer.
It was circa [I explained this word to you HERE] 1970 or 1971 when I heard about the New York City Auxiliary Police Officer program. I was intrigued, found out more about it, took the training program, and joined the force. At the time, I lived in Forest Hills, Queens, New York City, with my parents. I was an undergraduate student in college (Baruch College, part of the City University of New York).
Forest Hills was serviced by the 112th Precinct; so I joined the 112th Precinct.
As an Auxiliary Police Officer, I would be assigned to a patrol route, usually with another Auxiliary Police Officer, and our job would be to be the eyes and ears of the regular police officers — we were NOT expected to actually engage in any dangerous activities. We did not have guns. We had a uniform, a badge, a radio, a billy-club, and hand-cuffs (I think that the hand-cuffs were to assist a real police officer if the need arose — in my case, it never arose). During our patrol, we would check in periodically by radio (and, if we saw something suspicious); and a patrol-car would check-in with us also during our shift.
Once Babcia Krysia and I married in 1972, we moved to Greenpoint, Brooklyn. So, I transferred to the 94th Precinct in Greenpoint. But, I then went to Graduate School in the evenings, and I had a full time job in the daytime, so I did not have the time to continue with the Auxiliary Police Officer program; so, I had to resign. Nevertheless, I enjoyed my participation in the program; and I am very glad that I did it. It gave me the opportunity to see some of the routine of the job of the cops that protect us all.
Love,
Dziadziuś Paweł.



















































































You must be logged in to post a comment.