![]() ![]() ![]() Yet, the day after Officer Familia was killed, the ice-hearted mayor of New York City flew to Hamburg to participate in protests against President Donald Trump. What a guy. They must be delighted that New York Officer Familia left behind her three kids as just another pig in a blanket. In 2015, a Minnesota Black Lives Matter group formed a demonstration where they chanted, "Pigs in a blanket, fry 'em like bacon." Nice. Nashville Police Officer Eric Murnaw, an 18-year veteran, drowned in the Cumberland River trying to rescue a suicidal woman. He left behind a wife and two small children.įebruary 2, 2017. Upon his arrival, a deranged man shot him in the back of the head then killed a woman. ![]() 20, 2017, at 6:30 a.m., Police Officer Michael Louviere of Westwego, Louisiana, was in uniform, off duty, when he stopped to assist at an accident scene. In the ensuing chase by other officers, another cop, Deputy Norman Lewis, was killed in a motorcycle crash when another car passed in front of his bike. Debra Clayton of the Orlando Police Department (also black) was shot and killed in a Walmart parking lot as she approached a murder suspect. Thousands more are seriously injured for no other reason than being a police officer. Anarchists would be thrilled.įact: The majority of cop killings result from confrontations with dangerous people, of all races and ethnicities. In 2016, 145 cops died in the line of duty. It happened to me in 1965 when a bullet was aimed in my direction. Other than a battleground soldier, there's no other job like it. Someone is a victim and someone is potentially dangerous. Every dispatched call portends a conflict in waiting. Each day could be our last, but we do it anyway. It's a daily threat, a ubiquitous undercurrent. I remember those days, donning the shirt, the tie, pinning on the badge, attaching the gun belt, feeling the pride, but ever-so-wary of what awaited out there every day.īeing a cop is like being deployed to a war zone. I've known thousands of police officers who donned their uniforms daily at great peril, not just to serve and protect, but to make a living like all of us. What do we want, dead cops." Well, they bagged another one. The first thing that came to my mind was the haunting chant more than two years ago, when a hundred cop haters in New York recited a chorus, over and over. Her loving life was snuffed out by a maniac imbued with hatred because someone, anyone, wore a police uniform. As she sat in her parked police car on a Bronx side street doing paperwork, a deranged man approached the driver's side and fired a bullet through the window and into her brain. On July 5, 2017, Officer Familia did not come home from work. She had also been a nurse and a worker with the Red Cross. Mother of three a 12-year veteran of the New York City Police Department. ![]()
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