Will Dante de Blasio & Family DENOUNCE Pro Black Hate

Bill de Blasio, Dante de Blasio, Chirlane McCray

Greetings. This is my reply to the op-ed written by Dante de Blasio, son of NYC Mayor Bill de Blasio. I have a lot of concerns, as well as pain to share, so if you decide to read this writing I politely ask you to bear with me. Also, I look forward to reading intelligent, civil replies.

MY BROOKLYN, NY ROOKIE COP IGNORANCE

Sub-title: Why I Fled, Abandon, Transferred From Young “Biggie Smalls” & “Jay-Z’s” Bedford-Stuyvesant Brooklyn Community

Growing up in the 60s-70s I regularly experienced the privilege and pleasure of witnessing virtually all black or American musicians of African descent showing off their skills, talent, peacefulness and generosity by composing and sharing with our world beautiful, timeless, soon-to-be CLASSIC American music art Americans of all ages and flavors can and should be proud of.

I’m referring to family friendly music admiring, praising, wooing, lamenting, loving and respecting American girls and women, aka the maternal half of our population.

The music composed and shared by my apparent peace-loving black or American neighbors of African descent convinced YOUNG ME they are peaceful, caring, loving fellow citizens more than deserving of my admiration and respect.

In the early eighties I became a rookie cop providing police services to young ‘Childhood Trauma’ (#ACEs) victims Shawn Carter and the late Christopher Wallace’s Brooklyn, NY neighborhoods. Two young, traumatized Americans who became popular urban story-TRUTH-tellers creating American art vividly describing the people and community harming VIOLENT SUIC!DAL/HOMIC!DAL behaviors they engaged in, or witnessed their friends and/or other emotionally ill community members engaging in.

Shawn (born 1969) and Christopher (born 1972) join untold numbers of urban-story-TRUTH-tellers who for more than thirty years compose American music art HATING, demeaning and denigrating the MATERNAL HALF of our population, characterizing black or American girls, women and MOTHERS of African descent as less than human creatures, *hores, HOES & THOTS unworthy of being treated with basic human respect.

When my field training officers learned I was assigned to Brooklyn’s Bedford Stuyvesant community they told me to be prepared to experience ”Culture Shock.”

Honestly, I was NOT prepared. Before becoming a police officer I was totally ignorant to the fact that frequently, often on a daily basis, I would be risking my life as well as dealing with the emotional stresses caused by attempting to identify, locate and apprehend light or heavily armed depressed, angry, frustrated, tormented, sometimes suicidal (NY Times May 18, 2015 – Rise in Suic!de by Black Children Surprises Researchers) adult and teen FELLOW AMERICAN CITIZENS as young as 13-years-old.

According to Shawn’s own admission, he was 12-years-old when he shot his substance abusing sibling for stealing from a family member.

I am talking about regularly witnessing and interacting with a significant population of depressed, emotionally troubled teens and adults, WHO THROUGH NO FAULT OF THEIR OWN, during a critical period of human/childhood development, regularly experienced a potentially life-scarring disease/condition known to medical doctors and researchers as “Childhood Trauma.”

Emotionally ill American Mom Sharing Her illness With Her Children and Police

Sadly, my experiences in personally interacting with traumatized, emotionally ill Americans tells me much of their trauma resulted from irresponsibly being introduced to an emotionally and/or physically abusive childhood fraught with pain, struggles, torment, uncertainty, frustration, FEAR, demeaning government handouts, resentment, depression, sorrow, sadness, disappointment and hardships. :Childhood Trauma!:

Just as sad is the FACT I believe many Americans share my long-held ignorance, having no clue that significant numbers of American children, teens and adults regularly deal with stress, FEAR and concerns for their family as well as neighbor’s and friend’s safety, while at any time of day or night counting the number of nearby or distant gunshots echoing through their residential neighborhoods. #MurderedAmericanChildren, #JamylaBolden #LaylahPeterson #BillThao #DeEarlvionWhitley

I am talking about the hair-raising, heart thumping sounds of gunfire erupting from the semi-automatic “Mack Milli” firearms that Mr. Barack “My Brother’s Keeper” Obama friend and repeat White House guest Shawn Carter proudly speaks about his emotionally ill, SUIC!DAL/HOMIC!DAL thinking crew/gang/posse using to enforce and protect their ‘family, people and community harming’ 24/7 drug peddling operation. A drug peddling operation Shawn offered to his depressed, self-harming neighbors, regardless of their AGE, emotional, physical or MATERNAL condition. #AfeniShakur #ToyaGraham #GloriaDarden #FreddieGray

Unfortunately, not all police officers possess the maturity, people skills, human temperament or STAMINA for regularly interacting with a significant number of emotionally ill, sometimes suicidal thinking people.

Frankly, I believe police commanders need to do a better job identifying officers experiencing “burn-out.”

Somehow I lasted nearly twelve years before experiencing ‘TOTAL BURNOUT’ when I recognized my empathy and compassion were being drained from me without being replenished.

After twelve years of riding and witnessing the mind bending emotional roller coaster ride American urban story-TRUTH-teller and President Obama friend Kendrick Lamar describes as a “good kid, m.A.A.d. City” Street Culture, no different from the “T.H.U.G.L.I.F.E.” Child Abuse Culture the late urban TRUTH-teller Tupac Shakur vividly describes in his popular American art and interviews…

…I determined I needed to place ABOVE ALL ELSE my emotional well being, as well as my physical safety by requesting a transfer to a less demanding, less stressful, less life-threatening work environment populated by fewer numbers of depressed, emotionally or mentally ill people engaging in SUIC!DAL/HOMIC!DAL ‘family, people and community harming behaviors’ diminishing the Quality of Life for my peaceful, reasonably responsible American neighbors.

Unfortunately, not all American moms recognize that placing ABOVE ALL ELSE the emotional well-being of America’s most precious and cherished assets will most likely result with fairly or wonderfully happy children maturing into reasonably responsible teen and adult citizens respecting themselves, their peaceful or less fortunate neighbors, as well as the authority responsible for maintaining peace in all American neighborhoods.

Even more unfortunate is the fact young kids like Shawn, Kendrick Lamar, the late Christopher Wallace, the late Freddie Gray, the late Tupac Shakur, the late Michael Brown, the late Eric Garner, the late Laquan McDonald, the late Stephon Clark, as well as untold numbers of abused, neglected and/or maltreated children and teens do not have the option of packing up their belongings and moving to another community when they believe their minds are being affected in ways that is not healthy for them.

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Frankly, if my black or American neighbors of African descent GENUINELY wish to improve the Quality of Life for Americans residing in struggling, traumatized communities, I believe the following question needs to be HONESTLY answered and addressed:

When significant numbers of American citizens refuse, often in a hostile manner, to assist law enforcement in identifying emotionally or mentally ill Americans responsible for greatly diminishing their fellow citizen’s Quality of Life, are these NON SNITCHING American citizens partly or greatly responsible for helping to maintain an atmosphere of lawlessness and FEAR in their community?

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Driving home from work one bright sunny afternoon I was stopped at a traffic light in a residential Brooklyn neighborhood when gunfire erupted so close to me I thought I was the target.

As I try squeezing under my aging Chevy’s dashboard, I notice three men all armed with handguns run by me entering a waiting town car that I decide to follow, risking my own life and safety by attempting to gather information about the gunmen.

They stop at a Brownstone home about ten blocks from the shooting. Not willing to confront three or more armed men, I begin searching for a WORKING pay phone to alert my co-workers before heading back to the scene where I learn three men sitting on the stoop in front of a residential Brownstone home were shot, one was “likely” to die.

After returning to the scene I also learned not one of the three victims nor any of their neighbors ‘chillin’ outside on this warm, sunny afternoon, saw anything.

I was the only witness willing to help police identify and remove from the community three apparent extremely dangerous, emotionally damaged, suicidal/homicidal thinking people presenting an ongoing danger to peaceful, reasonably well adjusted Brooklyn residents.

Sadly, I’m referring to emotionally ill, as well as peaceful Brooklyn residents embracing GENUINE & REAL concerns for their own safety if they were to assist (SNITCH) police in making their neighborhood safer for their families and friends.

Much like the overwhelming majority of good, decent police officers fearful of becoming scorned and hated if they were to SNITCH on a another cop they observe crossing the line, the overwhelming majority of good, decent people residing in communities influenced by The Street or Gangsta Culture know they risk becoming targets of community hatred and scorn if they assist police in disrupting the Street Culture prevalent in far too many American communities.

Sadly, my peaceful American neighbors also face greater fears as well as concerns for their personal and family’s PHYSICAL SAFETY if they ignore the ‘Community Code of Silence’ by helping police identify the dangerous, emotionally ill people in the community.

A short time after the shooting I observe the same tinted-out town car return to the scene. The driver and sole occupant is detained, further investigation reveals the driver is wanted for a drug related shooting occurring a few weeks earlier. Apparently the shooting I witnessed was retaliation for the earlier shooting.

Three days later, after making this Brooklyn community my second home for nearly twelve years, I decided it was time to pack up my belongings and abandon/flee/transfer from a community that largely wishes to ignore the potentially life scarring MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES created for children.

I’m referring to American kids, THROUGH NO FAULT OF THEIR OWN, irresponsibly introduced to an abusive childhood fraught with pain, struggles and hardships, by mostly SINGLE primary maternal caregivers FOCUSED on receiving “handouts” or child support payments, while seemingly unconcerned about their maternal responsibility to their children, as well as their societal obligations and duty to place the EMOTIONAL WELL BEING of America’s most precious and cherished assets ABOVE ALL ELSE!!!

I look forward to reading my responsible, caring, concerned American or foreign born neighbors thoughts, concerns and opinions with hopes we can begin an honest, FACTUAL discussion about ENDING America’s potentially life scarring THUGLIFE Child Care Public Health Crisis, aka America’s Culture of Black or African American Child Abuse, Emotional Neglect, Abandonment and Maltreatment evolving from America’s multi-generational, ignorant, once legal Culture of Racism.

The GOOD NEWS: Introducing caring, RESPONSIBLE ‘SOULutions’ oriented Child Abuse Awareness, Education & PREVENTION Advocate, California Surgeon General Dr. Nadine Burke Harris, Founder & CEO of the ‘Center for Youth Wellness’.

https://successness.com/2015/02/dr-nadine-burke-harris-founder-ceo-center-youth-wellness/

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Front of 1110 Fulton Street, Brooklyn NY – Fulton St. is a secondary commercial thoroughfare traversing east to west through the heart of northern Brooklyn.

“Biggie Smalls Chillin With Friends 1991 Bed Sty, Brooklyn”

In the early 80s when I became a rookie uniform cop, Fulton St. between Bedford and Classon Aves., which included 1110 Fulton St, is one of the first 79th Precinct foot posts I was assigned to patrol, inspect and keep safe from hazardous conditions, for the benefit of community residents as well as people working and operating legitimate businesses in the area.

One block to the east of 1110 Fulton St. is the Franklin Ave. and Fulton St. elevated subway line which was a hub for drug sales, physical force as well as gun robbery, box-cutter purse theft, box-cutter wallet theft and other crimes or offenses that severely diminished the Quality of Life for my peaceful Brooklyn neighbors and commuters. In the 1920’s my paternal grandmother lived on Hancock St. located one block north of Franklin Ave. and Fulton St.

One block to the west of 1110 Fulton St is Crispus Attucks Playground which at that time was a location for substance abusing, depressed self-harming Americans to congregate for the purpose of purchasing and injecting heroin. At that time and into the 90s the park’s ground was literally littered with discarded hypodermic needles, as well as “tons” of discarded crack vials Christopher “Biggie Smalls” Wallace proudly speaks about offering to his depressed neighbors, regardless of his self-harming neighbor’s AGE, emotional, physical or MATERNAL condition.
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I write about and share evidence of America’s MUCH IGNORED, oppressive, potentially life scarring black or African American #T_H_U_G_L_I_F_E MATERNAL CHILD CARE HEALTH CRISIS that I, as well as a growing number of my reasonably responsible, caring, concerned American and foreign born neighbors believe is impeding our American neighbors of African descent from experiencing the equality and respect all peaceful, reasonably responsible Americans are entitled to enjoy.

The late popular American urban story-TRUTH-teller Tupac Shakur’s (often misinterpreted) #T_H_U_G_L_I_F_E Child Abuse, Emotional Neglect, Abandonment and Maltreatment AWARENESS concept:

“The Hate U Give Little Infants Fvvks EVERYONE“ ~Tupac Shakur

“We need more people who care; you know what I’m saying? We need more women, mothers, fathers, we need more of that…” ~Tupac Shakur

YouTube Search Terms: “Pro Black American Logic Succinctly Explained By Social Commentator Mr David Carroll”

Peace.

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American (Children’s) Lives Matter; Take Pride In Parenting; End Our National Health Crisis; Child Abuse and Neglect; End Community Violence/Fear, Police Anxiety & Educator’s Frustrations

Activists Ticket White Residents to Highlight How Police Target People of Color | Colorlines

Park Slope, Brooklyn

Residents in one New York City neighborhood received a firsthand lesson in the protections inherent in white privilege this weekend, as anti-police violence activist groups—led by the Police Reform Organizing Project (PROP)—hit the streets of Park Slope.

via Activists Ticket White Residents to Highlight How Police Target People of Color | Colorlines.

I am fairly certain if the Park Slope neighborhood were to experience the same type of violent and quality of life crimes that are a daily part of life for peaceful people living and working in other Brooklyn neighborhoods, the police would become more aggressive in enforcing the rules of law in Park Slope.

How about we do a social experiment to learn if my theory is valid?

#TakePrideInParenting
#EndChildAbuseNeglect
#ProtectKidsFromIrresponsibleCaregivers

How Making and Not Making Drug Arrests Threatened My Police Career

How Making and Not Making Drug Arrests
Threatened My Police Career

Originally published: January 7, 2015

In the 1980s after completing NYPD academy training I was assigned to a lower Manhattan precinct Neighborhood Stabilization Unit (NSU) where for another six months, field training officers continued educating me about a new career I was looking forward to learning about and excelling in.

My first encounter with a public-stoner occurred when I was assigned to a foot patrol post covering a downtown New York City park. After arriving on post, part of my duties and responsibilities is to inspect my post to insure it is free of hazardous conditions and safe for public use.

While inspecting the park I observe a young man wearing a black leather jacket embossed with a few heavy metal band logos, sitting on a park bench rolling a joint.

I approached the young man, willfully ignoring my sworn duty to arrest people I observed actively committing a crime, (possessing marijuana that is viewable in public is a misdemeanor) I advise the young man to leave the park, knowing that if a police supervisor observed my actions, I could be brought up on police department charges and specifications, and as a probationary rookie summarily terminated for failing carry out my sworn duty in accordance with my training and PD guidelines.

Fortunately for me, the stoner, and the residents/business owners who like seeing a uniformed police officer patrolling their neighborhood park, the stoner peacefully walked away. Had he objected I would have arrested him and spent some time processing the arrest at the precinct while sitting down, enjoying a cup of coffee, chatting with other cops, and for the first time in my new career learning the ins and outs for processing a misdemeanor arrest.

However, I decided not to arrest this young man because I believed patrolling this park was more of a priority than wasting police resources on a irresponsible, yet otherwise peaceful and compliant citizen. Plus, I did not want to garner a reputation as a cop who makes “BS” collars. I became a police officer to help identify and lock up dangerous people, not peaceful knucklehead stoners.

A short time after cutting the stoner some slack I spy him sitting on another bench puffing away in close proximity to a few moms who gathered to chat as they gently rocked their baby laden strollers.

Of course I had to laugh before once again approaching the head-banger, this time with the intention of elevating the level of police action I take.

Though again I failed to properly carry out my official duty and disregarded my training when instead of charging him with a criminal “misdemeanor” complaint for burning marijuana in public, which would have required time processing the arrest, I issued a summons for ‘unlawful possession” of marijuana, a “violation” of law, not the more serious misdemeanor charge.

After issuing the stoner a summons answerable in criminal court at a later date, I advised him he will be arrested the next time I see him possessing or burning in public, no ifs ands or buts, he will be cuffed and confined in a detention cell while I process the criminal complaint I will bring against him.

Again, the stoner was cooperative and left the park with a yellow criminal court ticket in his pocket instead of handcuffs shackling his wrists.

Afterwards the moms called me over, thanking me for taking police action and helping to keep their park safe.

As I acknowledged their appreciation I wondered if they would feel the same if they were aware I did not follow my police training and the law while trying to keep them feeling safe?

I wondered how they might react if they learned I was brought up on internal police department charges for not fully carrying out my duties and responsibilities in accordance with PD procedures and NYS law?

One thing I did not ponder was if these ladies thought I would have acted differently had the stoner been sporting a bushy brown afro and wearing a Public Enemy T-shirt.

I didn’t consider this because under the same circumstances, I would not have treated differently, a peaceful complaint stoner with a bushy brown afro.

Several years later this incident was put in perspective when I arrested a man who possessed over six-hundred decks of heroin after I stopped and questioned him as he exited a known narcotics location. At the time I was in a precinct anti-crime plainclothes detail, which was around the same time some Bklyn cops had gone rotten and caused the department to react with policies that inhibited police work.

One policy was that precinct plainclothes units were to refrain from making narcotics arrests. I was absolutely fine with this policy because I was more focused on identifying people carrying guns and committing robberies.

However I also realized people who deal drugs carry weapons so when we spied a well dressed young man wearing a sports coat with a huge bulge in the breast pocket locking the front gate of an abandon looking storefront at a location known for narcotics trafficking, we decided to have a conversation with him and learn what he is about. Sadly for him he acted nervous and made some furtive moves that led to a pat-down and the discovery of a huge cache of heroin that I could not ignore.

Honestly, we were not looking for drugs. We approached this man because the circumstances and our experience told us he may possess a firearm. With all the hoopla the department was making over narcotics arrests and its genuine concerns for preventing and/or identifying more rotten blue apples, we really did not want to get on the department’s radar by making drug arrests.

I mentioned this man possessed an abundance of dope that “I could not ignore.” Does this mean there were occasions I did ignore illegal substances people possessed? You bet there were…and you do not hear those who benefited praising the cops who let them go when they were caught red-handed with a small amount of dope.

During the period I was assigned to a anti-crime detail focused on “preventing violent street crimes” I was one of the cops a small segment of the NYC community is beefing about.

My partner and I would review crime reports looking for unidentified suspects with unique descriptions or characteristics, and then patrol the areas where the suspects were last seen. We also carried several department photos of people wanted for violent crimes in our assigned precinct, as well as prominent cases in other precincts and Boros.

Isn’t this the type of police work a majority of the public expects officers to do when looking for people alleged to have engaged in criminal conduct?

What would be the point of recording perpetrator’s descriptions if the police did not follow up and actively attempt to locate people who matched the description of suspects wanted for committing street crime(s)?

I realize this is where the crux of some people’s beef lies. Being detained and questioned on the street by police officers is an event I’m certain most of us do not appreciate. I also understand there are officers who act less than professional when dealing with the public. I really wish they would get a clue and keep their personal feelings out of police work when dealing with a public that often shows the police disrespect and in some cases overt hatred for police authority.

I worked with a few cops who did not know when to keep their mouths shut, often escalating a situation for no legit reason other than to express their personal feelings. I did not like these cops at the time and I certainly did not like them when I became an investigator. Unprofessional cops made my investigative job more difficult in that, often I had to gain the trust of a complainant or witness before gaining their cooperation.

With that said, when I was assigned to the anti-crime detail we focused on identifying perpetrators of violent street crimes and burglaries. I can’t tell you how often I detained and questioned a person who matched the description of a bad guy, patted down and/or searched a detainee and discovered a small quantity of marijuana or other illegal substance.

Now, after discovering the small amount of drugs I have a choice to make. My bosses and their bosses expect me to make felony arrests for guns and violent crimes, which I am trying to do. However, in the process of locating violence prone people I encounter many people with small amounts of dope in their pockets.

Hmm..what do I do? Arrest every person I find with a small amount of dope, thereby upsetting my supervisors who expect me to be arresting violent criminals…or do I ignore making a drug arrest, remind the doper that he/she could be arrested, but today is his “lucky day,” admonishing him to remember my good-will and generosity after I intentionally fail to arrest him?

Frankly, if I began arresting every person I caught with illegal drugs, my assignment as a plainclothes anti-crime cop, which is a department career path toward detective duties, would be short-lived.

This is a topic that many cops would not openly discuss, though I have a feeling many NYC people have benefited from the generosity and good-will of many officers who work in high crime communities and do not see the point, or benefit, for arresting every person they observe violating drug laws.

If the people grousing about police arresting a disproportionate number of “black people” for drug offenses were to learn how many cops overlook drug offenses committed by “black people” they might change their tune from outrage to embarrassment. However I do not expect the dopers who benefited from police good-will to stand up and be counted.

Getting back to the man I arrested with six-hundred decks of heroin tucked in his sports coat pocket. A few days after the arrest I am standing behind the precinct’s front desk when the precinct Integrity Control Officer (ICO) walks up and begins inspecting the precinct Command Log. As he is looking at the log he matter-of-factly comments to me, “Since when is anti-crime making narcotics arrests?”

As I mentioned, at the time the department was dealing with the aftermath of a few rotten Bklyn cops, putting pressure on supervisors to be on the look-out for more rotten cops, so I understood the ICO was just doing what he is told to do.

However, I was still a little peeved that I was indirectly being told I should not be arresting people possessing huge amounts of heroin for sale.

Especially annoyed in light of the fact he knows my partner and I make many gun collars and sometimes things like locking up a guy with hundreds of glassiness filled with poison for sale is unavoidable. This ICO was a gentleman and solid boss who knew his stuff, but the department’s policy at that time was forcing him to place me in a position where if I wanted to further my career, I may have to jeopardize my career by not making a drug arrest that I am legally bound to make when I observe illegal drug activity or possession.

So instead of being offered a small “atta-boy” for what I believed was a pretty decent drug arrest, my career path within the department was being threatened for making this Class A-II Felony narcotics arrest.

Now, what do I do when I come across another dope peddler, and believe me there were plenty in this community at that time. So many peddlers they were shooting and killing each other over turf wars. One drug gang even set up a practice firing range in the basement of a semi-abandon multi-story apartment building.

Jay Z, Beyonce and child.

Do I protect my career if I encounter another drug peddler, or do I follow my department’s printed guidelines and make the arrest, placing my future career with the department in jeopardy?

Years earlier when I was a probationary rookie I placed my own career at risk by not following the printed PD procedure for dealing with a person possessing and burning marijuana in a public place.

Year later, after making a heroin arrest that was frowned upon by my supervisor, once again my police career was being placed at risk, only this time it was for actively making a quality drug arrest.

While it is not perfect I have nothing but praise for the NYPD. Throughout my career I acted like a gentleman and the department treated me like a gentleman. I could not ask for anymore.

I write about and share evidence of America’s MUCH IGNORED, oppressive, potentially life scarring black or African American MATERNAL CHILD CARE #T_H_U_G_L_I_F_E NATIONAL PUBLIC HEALTH CRISIS that I, as well as a growing number of my reasonably responsible, caring, concerned American and foreign born neighbors believe is impeding our black or American neighbors of African descent from experiencing the equality and respect all peaceful, reasonably responsible Americans are entitled to enjoy.

“The Hate U Give Little Infants Fvvks EVERYONE” ~Tupac Shakur

“We need more people who care; you know what I’m saying? We need more women, mothers, fathers, we need more of that…” ~Tupac Shakur

Unfortunately, before he developed the confidence to properly promote his #THUGLIFE Child Abuse AWARENESS concept, Tupac was brutally murdered by OTHER emotionally or mentally ill victims (May 18, 2015 – Rise in Suic!de by Black Children Surprises Researchers – The New York Times) of America’s Culture of African American Child Abuse, Neglect and Emotional Maltreatment evolving from America’s multi-generational, ignorant, once legal Culture of Racism.

Much like Tupac I’m sorry to pick on moms, though since ancient times they are the primary caregivers we look to keep our young minds feeling SAFE, protected, cared for and loved right from our start.

The late American urban-TRUTH-teller, Tupac Shakur

 

“How childhood trauma affects health across a lifetime” – Dr. Nadine Burke Harris

Peace.

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“I agree that SINGLE MOTHERS are DESTROYING their sons.” ~Neko Cheri

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“BLACK MOTHERS CORRUPTING THEIR DAUGHTER’S” ~LadyMocha

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First African-American to join NYPD suffered the silent hatred of his fellow officers | Sports, Hip Hop & Piff – The Coli

Samuel Battle gets kiss in 1941 from 4-year-old granddaughter Yvonne.

via First African-American to join NYPD suffered the silent hatred of his fellow officers | Sports, Hip Hop & Piff – The Coli.

Hi. Early in my police career when I was assigned to the Brooklyn community Shawn ‘Jay Z’ Carter raps/writes about attempting destroy by selling poison to people living and working in his community, and rapping about engaging in extremely harmful anti-social behaviors designed to protect his drug operation from rival gangs in adjoining neighborhoods, a few of my training officers advised me to be prepared to experience “culture shock.”

When I asked what is meant by “culture shock,” I was told, “You’ll find out.”

I did find out what “culture shock” is, though it was not a culture of violence and harmful anti-social activities many were insinuating I would be shocked by.

The aspect of this Brooklyn, NY community that shocked me to the core was witnessing children being emotionally scarred by a “American Sub-Culture of Child Abuse/Neglect” that Kendrick Lamar raps and speaks about some twenty-five years after I first witnessed the “American Sub-Culture of Child Abuse/Neglect” that today CONTINUES emotionally damaging many developing children and their communities.

I personally witnessed the emotional trauma and physical pain a young, neglected, unsupervised, Shawn ‘Jay Z’ Carter is responsible for causing, and its aftermath, leaving a community populated by mostly peaceful people fearing for their safety on a 24/7 basis, which are the hours Shawn’s crew/gang were selling community harming substances.

During the twelve years I served this community I met hundreds of peaceful people who were just as shaken, upset and deeply disturbed as I was by the daily displays of violence and other anti-social activities mostly caused by teens and adults who were victims of childhood abuse and neglect.

I was lucky, at the end of my workday I could leave the community, returning to a more peaceful residential community were concerns for me and my family’s safety were significantly lower.

However, virtually all of my civilian co-workers, mostly loving, competent moms living in this community were not as fortunate. They were burdened with stresses and challenges my parents did not face to any significant degree.

The added stresses and challenges my peaceful co-workers faced was preventing their children from being negatively influenced by abused, neglected, unsupervised children being raised and nurtured by immature, “living wild” teen moms and young women who irresponsibly begin building families before they acquired the skills, maturity, PATIENCE and means to independently provide for their family of developing children.

In his 2015 Grammy award winning Rap Performance titled “I”, Kendrick Lamar writes, “I’ve been dealing with depression ever since an adolescent.”

During a January 20, 2011 LAWeekly interview (Google search) Kendrick, born in 1987, the same year songwriter Suzanne Vega wrote a song about child abuse and VICTIM DENIAL that was nominated for a Grammy award, told the interviewer:

“Lamar’s parents moved from Chicago to Compton in 1984 with all of $500 in their pockets. “My mom’s one of 13 [THIRTEEN] siblings, and they all got SIX kids, and till I was 13 everybody was in Compton,” he says.”

“I’m 6 years old, seein’ my uncles playing with shotguns, sellin’ dope in front of the apartment. My moms and pops never said nothing, ’cause they were young and living wild, too. I got about 15 stories like ‘Average Joe.'”

It seems evident to me Kendrick identified the source of his depression, the roots of poverty, the child abuse/maltreatment that prevented him, his brothers, sisters, cousins, neighborhood friends and elementary and JHS classmates from enjoying a fairly happy safe childhood.

Seems the adults responsible for raising the children in Kendrick’s immediate and extended family placed obstacles in their children’s way, causing their kids to deal with challenges and stresses young minds are not prepared to deal with…nor should they or any other children be exposed to and have to deal with.

It seems evident to me these PARENTAL INTRODUCED obstacles and challenges cause some developing children’s minds to become tormented and go haywire, not knowing OR NOT CARING ABOUT right from wrong…because as they mature, young victims of child abuse realize their parents introduced them to a life of pain and struggle, totally unlike the mostly safe, happy life the media showed them many American kids were enjoying. RESENTMENT

I cannot speak for anyone else, but if I was raised in Kendrick’s family I would most likely be silently peeved at my parents. particularly my mom who had the final say on whether or not I was born, for being immature, irresponsible “living wild” adults who deprived me, my sisters and brothers of experiencing a safe, fairly happy Average Joe or Josie American childhood.

I have a feeling Officer Sam Battle would have been just as shaken and disturbed as I was when witnessing on a daily basis children and teens being abused, neglected and unsupervised, which often resulted with them venting their anger and frustrations on their peaceful neighbors.

Take Pride In Parenting; End Child Abuse & Neglect; End Community Violence & Police Fear

http://www.kidsmatterinc.org/for-families/abuse-and-neglect-resources/emotional-abuse

https://knutesniche.wordpress.com/2015/06/04/dr-joy-degruy-addresses-black-depression-violence-and-healing/

Victims of Child Abuse:

https://knutesniche.wordpress.com/2015/05/01/black-child-abuse/

https://knutesniche.wordpress.com/brooklyn-ny-newborn-raised-to-be-a-baddd-boy/

https://knutesniche.wordpress.com/brooklyns-boom-box-mom/

https://knutesniche.wordpress.com/victim-of-abuse/

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.

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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.

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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”

#TakePrideInParenting
#EndChildAbuseNeglect
#ProtectKidsFromIrresponsibleCaregivers

NYPD Training Includes Advice Like ‘Don’t Be Racist

Proposed material for the Police Academy includes groundbreaking concepts like: Don’t be racist, don’t mock others, don’t tell sexist jokes and don’t hassle people for no reason.

http://www.amren.com/news/2015/04/proposed-federal-rules-for-nypd-training-include-cop-101-advice-like-dont-be-racist/#comment-1991094830

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?

https://knutesniche.wordpress.com/2015/05/18/american-college-student-torn-between-two-worlds/

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

Emotional Abuse

https://knutesniche.wordpress.com/2015/06/04/dr-joy-degruy-addresses-black-depression-violence-and-healing/

Sandra Bland Indirectly Speaks About Child Abuse and Neglect Harming Her Quality of Life And Community

Social Activist Sandra Bland

https://knutesniche.wordpress.com/2015/07/17/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

Depraved Indifference for Human Life?

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.

Victims of Child Abuse – Brooklyn, NY:

https://knutesniche.wordpress.com/2015/05/01/black-child-abuse/

https://knutesniche.wordpress.com/brooklyn-ny-newborn-raised-to-be-a-baddd-boy/

https://knutesniche.wordpress.com/brooklyns-boom-box-mom/

https://knutesniche.wordpress.com/victim-of-abuse/

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.

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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.

knutesniche.files.wordpress.com/2015/06/shawn-jayz-carter-brooklyns-finest.png

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”

Victim of America’s expanding and shameful *National Epidemic of Child Abuse and Neglect,* aka *Poverty*, that for decades has deprived untold numbers of emotionally abused and neglected young developing children from experiencing and enjoying a safe, fairly happy American kid childhood!

#TakePrideInParenting
#EndChildAbuseNeglect
#ProtectKidsFromIrresponsibleCaregivers