Friday, November 1, 2013

REST IN PEACE OFFICER CEDENO



DEATH COMES IN MANY GUISES FOR NYPD MEMBERS


TAGS: POLICE OFFICER ROBERT CEDENO SUICIDE,

66TH PRECINCT, 78TH PRECINCT, COMMISSIONER RAY KELLY,

MOS LINE OF DUTY DEATHS, LEC SUICIDES,

CONDOLENCES TO CEDENO FAMILY





(Friday, November 1, 2013 Borough Park, Brooklyn)  No one stationed at Borough Park’s 66th Precinct knew Officer Robert Cedeno very well.  He had just reported for his newest Command last Monday.  He had stepped out to take a break from his tour around 5:30 and when he did not report back in by 6 o’clock or so, no one knew where he’d gone.  So new in his assignment to the 66th Precinct was he that his coworkers were not sure what kind of car he drove. They had their questions quickly answered at approximately 7:30 when they discovered him in his car parked in front of the Precinct with what appeared to have been a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head.  The 13 year NYPD veteran had apparently taken his own life.  This is a seldom discussed occupational hazard among Members of Service (MOS) in the Law Enforcement Community (LEC). But it is sadly not an uncommon occurrence. 

In the weeks, months and years after the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks at the World Trade Center in Manhattan, the rates of suicide sharply increased every year for active and retired MOS of the FDNY, PAPD and NYPD.  It has only been within the last three to four years that the incidence of suicide has returned to pre 9-11-01 levels in NYPD where suicide rates have always been higher than in FDNY or PAPD.  There is no acceptable level of suicide for any group, agency or organization, in this case NYPD, but, as we all are too painfully aware, it strikes in the ranks and impacts the entire Department.  Each suicide is a death in the family.

Out of the most sincere and deepest respect for Officer Cedeno, his grieving family and friends, there will be no speculation as to motive.  At this time we offer our condolences and prayers while sharing their grief and sorrow.   

Those who did know Officer Cedeno best were fellow Officers from the 78th Precinct in Park Slope where he had been assigned until last Monday.  To a person they expressed shock and spoke highly of a “good, dedicated Cop” who was on track for his Gold Detective Shield.  As with any suicide the questions asked have no easy or ready answers.  Everyone who knew the deceased began reassessing the contents of their last phone call with him, the last time they sat and sharing a cup of coffee.  Did I miss something?  Was there any clue?  These questions while quite normal are just too painfully wrenching to contemplate this early in the process.  Grieving and mourning are processes and they must be allowed to follow the natural flow through denial, anger, coping and, someday perhaps acceptance.  This is not the time for questions.

UNNATURAL DEATH

Fire Fighters, First Responders and Law Enforcement Officers are as intimately familiar with sudden unnatural death in all its guises, methods and modes as are Emergency Room personnel and undertakers.  They bear witness to death on a regular basis and must at times cope with the fragile nature of life and the whims of happenstance and circumstance that result in death.  By the same token it is these very same professionals whose chosen occupations that often put their own lives in peril.  While their proximity to death is close they assume the risks that come with their professions with courage and character. 

In another way death brings such professionals closer to each other.  Often their lives depend on their coworkers actions.  The sense of absolute camaraderie, commitment and sacrifice is in evidence in all high risk jobs from coal miners to high steel walkers, iron workers and combat soldiers.  The reliance on each other creates bonds that transcend all superficial differences and are rivaled only by their relationships with their own spouses and families.  For some the working relationships are even more trusted and sure than their marriages. 

Death, it’s been said, sometimes comes like a thief in the night.  At other times it trudges ever closer to a terminally ill patient who has been glimpsing Death approaching from a distance. Sometimes it slips through the bloodied fingers of an EMT rendering aid to a mortally wounded stranger.  No matter how and when Death comes calling it is always a difficult reality to accept.  Sudden death, untimely death that strikes literally out of the blue may be the most tragic; the deceased’s survivors least prepared for the fact that Death has come calling.  Death by one’s own hands is the most inexplicable, the most shocking when there had been no obvious signs that someone close was suffering.  Even when there may have been subtle signs, glimpses that are painfully prophetic only in retrospect, suicide delivers a punch that breaks hearts and rocks souls like no other.  The taking of one’s own life seems so monstrous in a way, so much darker and larger than any of Death’s other forms that the mystery it induces remains shockingly raw often for an agonizingly protracted time.

IN THE LINE OF DUTY

For men and women who toil in the trenches where the presence of Death looms large there comes a grudging sense of coexistence.  Some wonder what fuels such people to routinely perform what they see as “heroic” acts of self-sacrifice.  It is simply in the nature of certain people to choose such occupations and it is only by the bonds of their Brothers and Sisters that they create a unified face staring down the specter of Death.  That which outsiders or “civilians” see as heroism is for these souls routine; more than the Job itself it is how they are viewed in the eyes of their Brothers and Sisters that carries the greatest weight. 

In daily reality few among us will face Death although, as is constantly demonstrated, none of us is guaranteed a tomorrow.  For the few who pass Death in the alleys and streets, in burning buildings, at horrific car crashes or in the heat of battle, they often sneer at Death’s face and go on about their business.

No one may ever learn why Officer Cedeno took his life.  Maybe, at some point in the future someone will.  At this time we can only pray for his Soul, mourn him as a fallen colleague while we remember, respect and honor his 13 years of dedicated service to our City.

Rest in Peace
PO Robert Cedeno





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Tuesday, October 29, 2013

THE THINKING NEW YORKER SHOULD VOTE FOR LHOTA



WE NEED ANOTHER MANAGER, NOT A POLITICIAN
A week out from Election Day polls indicate de Blasio winning by a landslide

over Joe Lhota


TAGS: NEW YORK CITY MAYORAL RACE, ENDORSEMENT OF JOE LHOTA,

EXPERINCED MANAGER VERSUS POLITICAL HACK,

WE NEED A “MANAGER” NOT A “POLITICIAN”,

CONTINUATION OF GIULIANI & BLOOMBERG POLICIES,

UNIONS FOR DE BLASIO, REGULAR PEOPLE FOR LHOTA,

EXPERIENCE VERSUS RHETORIC


(October 29, 2013 Charlotte Street, South Bronx, NYC)  To walk down Intervale Avenue to Hoe Avenue and beyond to Charlotte Street today is to make a trek through a landscape that could only have been the product of the wildest imagination 20 years ago.  This once gutted wreckage strewn tract of the South Bronx today is a bastion of affordable housing, a true sense of community and better schools.  Structures erected by Habitat for Humanity as well as a host of Bronx bred grassroots organizations have revitalized a corner of our City most had written off and left for dead years ago.  Yes, gone are the days of a perpetually burning Bronx when long haul truckers from across the country would often refuse to cross the GWB and bring their valuable cargo into Hunts Point Market. Truckers, lined up night after night along Bruckner Boulevard, often slept with loaded guns and one eye open their fear of this place was so great. The days of Fort Apache, the 41st Precinct, have also faded from the memories of many of the adult residents who call these renewed blocks home.  Some of the current residents came of age back in the days when the South Bronx was recognized nationally as a neighborhood run amok, as a place of lawlessness and urban plight of such a high order that many felt it should be nuked. 

From the days Robert Moses first envisioned the Cross Bronx Expressway and an arterial network of interconnected roads and bridges until the late 1970’s and early eighties The South Bronx was locked into a path of destruction without hope of a buffer to smooth a steep descent.  Closely knit neighborhoods, ethnic enclaves, economies of a small scale made The South Bronx a vibrant cohesive collection of small towns wedged shoulder to shoulder.  After the riots of 1968 the demographic shift was as startling a tectonic movement as had ever been seen before in our City.  The Bronx has in no way shed the entire heavy quilt of social ills that keep it as the home to the poorest congressional district in America.  Crime rates, although dramatically diminished over the last 20 years still remains higher in some Precincts than other Precincts in Brooklyn and Queens.

The reasons for the gentrification and revitalization of the South Bronx are hotly debated.  But, that is a debate worth having particularly now when we are less than one week away from electing a new Mayor.  All elections are presented in stark relief as “the most important election in our lifetime”.  That is a tired cliché uttered by campaigns that rarely are able to deliver on campaign promises and rhetoric.  Those two commodities are the stock in trade for politicians of every stripe.

After bruising primary campaigns the two candidates who have emerged as their Party’s standard bearer are in many ways as different as night is from day, as hard earned practical experience is from well-endowed campaign coffers to fuel a massive media blitz-type attack.  Joe Lhota is the Republican candidate facing off against Bill de Blasio for the Democrats.  In virtually every way, by whatever metrics and analysis one choses to employ, if not for pandering to narrow-minded special interest groups and spouting the liberal pabulum so musical to Upper West Sider’s ears, Mr. de Blasio would never have broken out of the Democratic primary field.

MANAGER VERSUS POLITICIAN

If all the polls, prognosticators and pundits are correct, the former New York City Public Advocate, Bill de Blasio will be the next resident in Gracie Mansion.  When he takes the oath of office on a podium in front of City Hall he will be the first politician to do so since David Dinkins on January 1, 1990.  If any New Yorker can honestly say they have not seen dramatic improvements in our City and all aspects of City life than they are either simply denying the truth or too blinded by idiotic partisanship.   By the time Mr. Dinkins became Mayor our City had descended into an urban quagmire with skyrocketing crime of every category, a decreasing tax base, loss revenue from tourism and enough social and racial divisions to keep Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson busier than the overworked, underpaid civil servants who were seeking jobs elsewhere at an alarming rate.  The Department of Sanitation, New York City Police Department and the Metropolitan Transit Authority were each going through painful “down-sizing”, forced to do more with less and the quality of our Public Education was abysmal despite legions of dedicated teachers who showed up every day even in the most dangerous crime ridden neighborhoods throughout the Five Boroughs.

Dinkins tenure saw racial boycotts and tensions always simmering just below the boiling point.  The rank and file Members of Service of the NYPD and FDNY were working with such a low sense of morale and the realization they could not count on City Hall to support them that, especially in NYPD, the mantra was simply “20 and Out”.  Police Officers knew they’d fare much better working for Nassau and Suffolk Counties than they would in NYC.   Dinkins was so tone deaf to the needs of NYPD that he hired “an intellectual”, Dr. Lee “Downtown” Brown from Houston, Texas to assume the daunting position of Police Commissioner at the very time there were so many various elements at play in street crime and other categories.  Thankfully Dinkins was a one term disaster losing to Rudy Giuliani in his bid for a second term.

Our City had deteriorated to such a lowly level under the last term of Ed Koch and all of Dinkins stewardship that what was once common knowledge not to be challenged was that no Republican could or would ever be elected in this bastion of liberalism with over 87% of the registered voters declaring themselves Democrats.  But, they apparently had seen enough, they’d witnessed the declining quality of life and inhaled the over powering torpor becoming resigned to the fact that NYC had become an uncontrollable wasteland.  The people of New York City had seen enough; it was time for a new Sheriff in town and the former federal prosecutor who battled against organized crime, Rudolph Giuliani, a “Republican” more than fit the bill.  He was actually just what the doctor had ordered.  The history of his Administrations clearly document how the quality of life improved under his command.  Rudy was what was once refered to as a “Rockefeller Republican”; a truly rock ribbed Republican could never make it in our City but, given his track record as a prosecutor, his reasonable, balanced campaign to “govern” a place that to many had become ungovernable, the electorate was ready to give him a chance.  From the first days of his Administration Giuliani let it be known that he was more concerned in managing a City riddled by heavy issues and that he was not about towing the “Party Line” of the GOP.  He was not a typical Republican on social issues but he was a tough head knocker unafraid to promote his policing and governing philosophy.  Despite a person’s political affiliation, one would have been hard pressed to find a New Yorker ready to rail against a can-do Mayor more a manager than a politician.   

The rest, as they say, is history.  The now term-limited Mayor Michael Bloomberg assumed the mantle from Giuliani and built on the work of his predecessor.  New York City is now consistently ranked as the “Safest Large City” in America with homicide rates comparable to the days John F. Kennedy lived in the White House.  The old “Dirty Deuce”, 42nd Street bears no resemblance to what it was just 20 years ago.  The effectiveness of both Giuliani and Bloomberg is attributable to their distinct lack of political ideology and Party affiliation.  Neither of these Mayors have ever really been politicians in the common use of the word.  Their independence allowed them a strength and latitude to take on the most intractable problems in our City head on.  Their collective results are self-evident from Midtown Manhattan to Battery Park; from the South Bronx to Pelham Bay; from Red Hook to Williamsburg and Woodside to Astoria.  We are once again a healthy glowing Big Apple and should have no inclination to take any backward steps. NYC is the most popular tourist destination on the planet and the tax base has expanded every quarter since 1995.  If Bill de Blasio is elected, the backward steps will come so fast that we’ll all be tripping over each other.

WHOLE LHOTA EXPERIENCE

Joe Lhota is a proud son of The Bronx and of a New York City Police Officer.  One of his grandfathers worked for FDNY; the other, drove a taxi.  As the first in his blue collar family to attend college his graduation from Georgetown University propelled him to Harvard Business School for his MBA.  His commitment to public service grew as a young man and eventually brought him to a position of great prominence and responsibility serving as Deputy Mayor in the Giuliani Administration as well as the head of the Metropolitan Transit Authority.  While his opponent, Mr. de Blasio was content to be a political gadfly, he used his position as the NYC Public Advocate essentially as a spring board that would allow him a perch from which to launch higher political aspirations.  He is a good man but he is nowhere near the equal in intellect and integrity of Mr. Lhota.

For years Mr. Lhota was content laboring with the all-important minutia of governing the largest City in America and, arguably, the most famous City in the world.  Much of his work was “behind the scenes” where he acquired a practical, pragmatic approach to each position he held.  As Mr. de Blasio plotted his political future Mr. Lhota was tasked with “keeping the trains running” and other vital responsibilities usually far removed from credit and the media spotlight.  Conversely, Mr. de Blasio began shaping his political future in largely ceremonial perches on the periphery of the actual “nuts and bolts” of municipal governance and management.  The differences between these two men cannot be starker.

We have seen firsthand the breathe and depth of what a Mayor as Manager can accomplish as opposed to a Mayor who is beholden to and a product of old school politics.  Yes, it appears that Mr. de Blasio is poised to put his right hand on a Bible and take the oath of office come January 1, 2014.  But, it is not too late; not a vote (aside from some absentee ballots) has been cast.  These next six days are the time for New Yorker’s, all New Yorkers to give very careful consideration about the kind of City they live in and want to raise their children, families and hopes in. 

The Brooding Cynyx resoundingly endorses Mr. Joe Lhota to be the next Mayor of our fine City.  We should all do our part; read, become informed about the issues because this election is about far more than political Party imperatives.  We need another Manager in the mold of our last two Mayors.  This election is too important to squander.  Think hard, New Yorkers, think very, very hard.





























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HURRICANE SANDY ONE YEAR LATER


WE'RE STILL HERE
TOO MANY STILL WAITING FOR PROMISED AID

 A Statue of The Madonna is all that remained standing on this 
fire ravaged section of Breezy Point after Sandy hit
causing a massive inferno



TAGS: HURRICANE SANDY, SANDY’S AFTERMATH, NYC, NJ, EASTERN SEABOARD,

METRO AREA DAMAGE, SOUTH QUEENS, STATEN ISLAND & NJ COAST,

FEMA, VICTIMS STILL WAITING FOR PROMISED FEDERAL AID, UPROOTED FAMILIES,

DESTROYED NEIGHBORHOODS, HOMELESS IN TEMPORARY HOUSING FOR ONE YEAR



(Tuesday October 29, 2013 Rockaway, NYC)  The advanced warnings were ominous.  There was a storm of epic proportions and ferocity barreling towards the coastlines of New Jersey, Staten Island and the vulnerable low lying communities of South Queens, New York City.  There had never been a storm of such magnitude to strike this region at least in modern times.  While many who could safely evacuate for inland locations many more stayed to ride the storm out; in most scenarios it was the combination of grit and sense of place that kept so many in their apartments and homes even as the wind velocity roared at gale force.  This was going to be a super storm, the “Frankenstorm” of meteorologists’ nightmares.  With the images of massive destruction from Hurricane Katrina that hit the Gulf Coast and New Orleans in particular in 2005 still fresh in the minds of many there was some element of doubt that such a storm would result in comparable damage.  This is New York City, after all and, for all our attitude, bluster and idiosyncratic logic the impending surge still seemed remote.  By some act of nature other unseen prevailing forces would spare our coastline from the worst this storm, Hurricane Sandy, had to offer.  We were sadly so very wrong.

Hurricane Sandy’s wrath was felt along the eastern seaboard from Virginia to Maine but the New Jersey and New York City coastal communities bore the brunt of her fury.  She veered inland just north of New York City and carried her destruction well into the suburban counties until losing momentum and disintegrating into a defanged but still hostile remnant of what she had been just days before. 

It was one year ago today that Sandy came to visit and what she left in her wake cannot be fully quantified or qualified; yes, homes and businesses can be counted but the damage done to so many people, families and psyches has not abated for many.  To this day there are hundreds living in “temporary housing”  many of whom have been waiting for the financial aid and resources the federal government assured the would be coming in short order.  A year is not “soon” by anyone’s calculations. To walk this long stretch of barrier islands and beachfront communities from Coney Island to Breezy Point, Laurelton to Far Rockaway and points in between is to walk through what had been tightly knit neighborhoods were generations of New Yorker’s were raided and had been raising their children until Sandy forever altered their lives and reality.     A ferry ride from Battery Park to Staten Island will show the same horrific chaotic landscape of torn houses, broken trees and scars left behind by the storm surge that crested there and raced inward sucking away so many homes and cars as that angry crest receded.  



Lives were lost in that storm and many lives saved by the heroics of neighbors, friends, civil servants and strangers.  Many lives remain in shambled disarray due to the inability of the federal government to live up to its promises.  Ironically many of the most vocal opponents of federal aid for the damaged coasts of New York and New Jersey have since come hat in hand before their Congressional colleagues seeking similar aid for their home districts in the wake of floods, fires and tornadoes.  These senators and congressmen represent the worst of the worst and that they can lambast Sandy’s victims while pleading for help for their own constituents is the height of hypocrisy and immorality.  But that is all we can expect from Washington DC.  New York City alone sends far more revenue to Washington than it will ever receive in return. The  NYC Metropolitan Area collectively sends more revenue to Washington than all of Colorado, Oklahoma, Arkansas, Louisiana and Texas combined yet New Yorkers are viewed with contempt by the legislators in Washington?  That is a stunning fact and a very telling statement as to the rabid partisanship that defines our do nothing Congress.

But the strange politics of Washington are not the story.  No.  The story is of individuals and collective resilience, tenacity and character.  It is a story of neighborhoods where the small homes are passed down through generations.  These communities are home to many Members of Service of the FDNY and NYPD as well as tradesman, construction workers and teachers, just to list a few.  They are and have always been blue collar in the best sense of that term.  Their blue collar-ness is seen in their strength of character and body, in their ability to stand back up after being blindsided and bowled over. 

Those who have been able to have rebuilt while, far too many wait for the promised assistance from FEMA to start the rebuilding process.  Still others will never be able to return for whatever practical reasons have cast them adrift long after the storm subsided.  Sandy dealt wicked blows to our City but, as always, we have stood back up and are stronger for the fight.

Many stories of heartache and heroism became known after the storm; many more will remain anonymously in the hearts and minds of those touched by the courage and grace of others. 

The Far Rockaway branch of the Long Island Railroad is just a short siding-like jog from the Main Lines that carry commuters from the more affluent communities in Nassau and Suffolk Counties.  Traveling west back into Manhattan after changing at the hub in Jamaica Queens there are fewer and fewer reminders of the great storm that smashed as she made landfall one year ago tonight.  Arriving at the end of the line in Penn Station that places such as The Rockaways and Fire Island are part of the same City seems odd.  Although surrounded by water on all side New Yorkers seem to give little thought to our maritime past, our rich history as a port of call for immigrants, freighters, oilers and passenger ships.  We are a City like many others born of a seafaring past.  Every now and then the remnants of tropical depression will die a slow death over our City; sometimes, especially at this time of year, meteorological conditions will combine to create a potent Nor’easter , a cold air mass from Canada collides with the remaining force of a tropical storm that hugs the coastline as it moves north and drenches our City. 

It is at that particular time of the year that the early morning air carries the scent of the salty water of our rivers and Bay.  The cool Autumn air takes away the smog and grit from the recently receded Summer and the salt scent is welcome; but it is a harbinger of what is to come next.  Winter will be upon us shortly and the salt will be captured by the frigid waters that will often coalesce into chunks of ice.  On this day in particular we are reminded of our precarious perch on the coastal edge of a country that spans far to the west of us.  On this special day of remembering we are all mindful of our neighbor to the east, the expansive Atlantic Ocean and the fury she can unleash. 

To all of those lost, taken by the sea and surf,

By the fires and storms fury,

Rest In Peace

and

For all those who survived and are still coping

With the hardships Sandy left behind

Our thoughts and Prayers are with you all.






























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