Proposed Federal Rules for NYPD Training Include Cop 101 Advice Like ‘Don’t Be Racist’
Stephen Rex Brown, NY Daily News, April 21, 2015
NYPD recruits are about to get a crash course in the ABCs of policing.
The federal monitor overseeing reforms to the NYPD wants the current class of Police Academy recruits to be taught groundbreaking new concepts like: Don’t be racist, don’t mock others, don’t tell sexist jokes and don’t hassle people for no reason.
The monitor, Peter Zimroth, asked Manhattan Federal Judge Analisa Torres on Monday to approve the stack of new training materials that will be presented to the class of cadets graduating in June.
He included in filings more than 75 PowerPoint slides that delve into the nitty-gritty of police work, detail constitutional stop-and-frisk practices–and give remedial directions that, it is hoped, the officers already know.
“Do not imitate the speech patterns of others: This will appear disingenuous, artificial and possibly racist,” reads another.
Hello. In the ‘80s after graduating from the NYPD academy and completing six months of post academy field training I was assigned to a Rap Hip Hop influenced Brooklyn community. During the nearly twelve years this community was my second home I was awarded a investigator’s gold shield.
After about two years of providing uniform services I was assigned to the precinct’s plainclothes anti-crime unit where I was responsible for investigating violent street crimes and burglaries.
Now that I was no longer responding to 911 calls and providing routine police services, in order to effectively investigate these types of community harming, anti-social acts, I had to become more involved by personally interacting with more people in the community.
Riding around this mostly residential Brooklyn community I would see the same faces day after day hanging on the same corners or near the same bodegas. Obviously these are people who are aware of what is going on in the community, so it makes sense that a person charged with protecting the community would introduce himself to these people and try to learn more about them. After all that is my job, gathering intelligence that can be used to protect peaceful people in this community.
Often these men and young teen boys, many who were already suffering from depression, became even more depressed when approached by police officers who asked questions they did not want to answer, and even more depressed by a police presence that prevented them from selling contraband to their neighbors, or selling items that were stolen from their peaceful neighbors who were at work when their homes and apartments were being burglarized by depressed adults, and unsupervised children in their teens.
Spending day after day interacting with people who speak in a certain style, I found myself adopting that style of speech when interacting with people who speak in ‘urban’ dialect.
Apparently this became a concern for some of my co-workers who admonished me this was not appropriate. My thinking was that not being in uniform, perhaps I could better relate to the people I was trying to learn from. Though I understood where my colleagues were coming from, in that uniform or not, I was still a professional cop with one personality, not a man with multiple personalities.
Today I am learning that by imitating speech patterns, fed monitor Peter Zimroth believes I was being racist. I am not sure I totally agree with Mr. Zimroth, though in the context of policing I will not disagree with him. There are situations when imitating another person’s speech pattern can be construed as, and is, disrespectful.
There are also situations like this, where a person imitating other people’s speech patterns goes a whole lot deeper than a police officer imitating another person’s speech pattern.
I am curious to know what Mr. Zimroth believes causes this young woman I met a few years ago to imitate other people’s speech patterns?
The suburb where I live forces customers who hire cabs to share them with other passengers.
One afternoon I get off a commuter train, go the taxi office where I am told what car to enter. I get into the cab’s back seat, noticing a young dark complected woman is sitting in the front seat. The young woman turns, smiles, says “Hello” and informs me the cabby will be right back, before returning to reading the magazine on her lap. Her casual manner gave me the impression this ride is a regular part of her world.
A few minutes later our driver shows up with two other passengers who cram themselves into the back seat, with me stuck in the middle, sitting on the transmission hump.
As we are leaving the station the young woman takes out her phone and makes a call, apparently leaving a message for a person who ran a ad offering an apartment for rent. Listening to her speak as she left this message it was apparent she was articulate and paid attention during English class. I like people who offer a friendly smile and are not wary about speaking to strangers, so silently I wished her luck in getting her new digs.
After leaving the message she made another call, however, this call was remarkably different in that the diction and tone she used during the first call had disappeared, replaced with a diction and tone that I immediately recognized as being widely used in the mostly poor NYC community I served as a police officer for over a decade of my adult life.
Apparently she called her mom, advising mom she left a message for a prospective landlord. They spoke for a minute or two before hanging up and she returned to reading her magazine.
Me, I’m a friendly chap, I like talking to people I don’t know. Most often it amounts to nothing more than idle chat, on a few occasions it worked in my favor by meeting someone who has a service or product that I might be interested in, or an interesting life experience to share.
For instance, one afternoon I am waiting for the deli man to complete my order when a man about my age comes to the counter and places an order. When he is done I look at him with a straight face and say, “So, you’re one of those people?”
His expression turns to puzzled, perhaps even a bit annoyed as he asks, “What kind of people?”
Now I smile replying, “You know, one of those people mom and dad raised to be a “Please and Thank you” person.
His expression immediately changes, now both of us are smiling. We begin to chat, he mentions he owns a computer repair business down the block, hands me his business card telling to stop by if I need some work done, he’ll hook me up.
Because of a silly little remark to a stranger, not only did I make a business contact, I made someone smile. Not a big deal in the scheme of things, but I like seeing people smile so this brief human interaction added to one of the many “little” positive experiences I had in my life.
As our cab was heading for the college the young woman apparently attended, I asked myself if I should inquire about her phone conversations because I was interested in learning why she spoke near perfect English during her first phone call and spoke in another dialect during the call to her mom.
After considering we already shared a smile and some pleasantries, I decided to ask, because I was real curious about her two apparent personalities.
“Miss, do you mind if I ask a questions?”
She turns to face me and replies, “Sure, what’s on your mind?”
“During your first call you spoke perfect English, yet when you were speaking with your mom you spoke in a totally different fashion? What’s up with that?”
She breaks out into a big toothy grin replying, “Sometimes you just got to know when to switch it up.”
I replied, “Cool, thanks.”
After she was dropped in front of her dormitory and we were driving away headed to the next destination, one of the other passengers said, “Do you believe that?”
He seemed somewhat annoyed and I was not about to fuel a potential fire so I replied, “Yeah, I guess that’s just the way some people are.”
Though I was thinking to myself, “Wow, I could not imagine going through life juggling multiple personalities depending on the people I was associating at the moment.”
I have no training for knowing why people are they way they are, though it seemed fairly evident to me that some people are going through life confused, being dishonest with themselves, deceiving others about who they are because they have not figured out who they are, or because they believe they have to morph their personality to fit in with whomever they are interacting with at the time.
I asked myself, why would this young college educated women not speak to her mother as if she is a college educated person?
Did she feel her mom would think less of her if she spoke proper English during their conversations?
What would her mom think if she heard the message her daughter left for the prospective landlord?
Would mom approve or be disappointed hearing her daughter speaking to one person in one dialect and addressing her mother in a totally different dialect?
What began as a short cab ride with strangers, ended with me asking questions I will never know the answer to.
Hopefully this young woman found her first apartment and will someday nurture children who grow up speaking one language, the language that a majority of Americans use to grow and prosper.
Take Pride In Parenting; End Child Abuse & Neglect; End Community Violence & Police Fear
Sandra Bland Indirectly Speaks About Child Abuse and Neglect Harming Her Quality of Life And Community
Victims of Child Abuse
This video depicts horrific examples of men who were victims of childhood abuse and neglect, conditioning a young teen to embrace ‘The Street’ culture Baltimore Mom of The Year failed to protect her teen son from…not to mention representing the fear peaceful people living and WORKING in the community experience knowing depressed, angry, unpredictable teens and young adults need to vent their angers and frustrations for being introduced to a life of pain and struggle by irresponsible, “living wild” single moms and/or dads.
A little girl, catching a cool breeze from an air conditioning unit in the yard, was blindsided by another child about her same age, who had evidently had some practice with fighting fierce. The small victim wasn’t alone, as there were plenty of nearby witnesses, who could have protected her but didn’t because they were too busy recording the brutal beat down and encouraging it. | Written By Amanda Shea
What I see in this recorded act of criminal child abuse, is adults conditioning children to embrace the cycle of child abuse, child maltreatment and violence passed down from generation to generation by depressed Americans who are content living in the poverty they are primarily responsible for fueling when irresponsibly birthing children from selfishness, instead of the love between two committed adult partners.
Nationally Popular Victims of Early Childhood Abuse and Neglect
Read popular American rapper Tupac Amaru Shakur (Lesane Parish Crooks; June 16, 1971 – September 13, 1996) lyrics to learn about his love-hate relationship with his mom, his great disappointment with his dad, and about Tupac’s frequent suicidal thoughts.
Read about how Tupac’s drug addicted mother accepted proceeds of the harmful anti-social acts Tupac raps/writes about committing against his peaceful neighbors. I have to tell you, reading Tupac’s lyrics brings back a lot memories of the horrific emotional child abuse I witnessed during the nearly twelve year I provided police services to Shawn Carter’s community.
Shawn “Jay Z” Carter (born December 4, 1969) is another victim of child abuse/neglect who raps/writes about the physical harm and fear he caused to his peaceful neighbors and community.
Reading Shawn “Jay Z” Carter describe the pain he caused to his neighbors and community, brought back painful memories, causing me experience much of the same anxiety and pain I experienced from personally witnessing the physical and emotional pain young Shawn Carter caused to individuals as well as an entire housing complex and surrounding neighborhoods.
In 1987, the same year emotionally depressed 2015 Grammy winner Kendrick Lamar was born, songwriter Suzanne Vega wrote a song about child abuse and VICTIM DENIAL that was nominated for a Grammy.
Suzanne nailed it, parents and caregivers do the most horrific things to their kids, yet many kids will defend their abusers, blaming themselves for their “blues,” bruises and injuries before admitting a parent/caretaker harmed them.
“Yes I think I’m okay I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that’s what I’ll say
And it’s not your business anyway”