When Did I Start Looking Like a Cop?
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A Brooklyn native, Joseph Belcastro joined the New York City Police Department in July, 1983. He spent four years on uniform patrol, then another four years in the precincts plainclothes Anti-Crime Unit, before being transferred to the NYPDs infamous Street Crime Unit on Randalls Island. In his tell-all memoir, Joe describes his earliest encounters as a rookie cop in uniform, how he developed his unique crime-fighting strategies, and the partners he had along the way. Joes uncanny ability to follow his gut instincts, along with his determination and perseverance, led him to personally make over a thousand arrests, and to assist his partners in at least a thousand more. Ride along with Joe on his vehicle pursuits, sit in the back seat of his car stops, and in the process share the triumphs and disappointments in the life of a street cop. Its a ride you wont want to miss!
Joseph Belcastro
Joseph Belcastro had the drive, the ambition, and the street smarts to become one of the best undercover cops in New York City. Retired from the force for thirteen years, he is currently working as an explosion detection canine handler.
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When Did I Start Looking Like a Cop? - Joseph Belcastro
WHEN DID I START LOOKING LIKE A COP?
Copyright © 2016 Joseph Belcastro.
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iUniverse rev. date: 11/02/2016
Contents
Preface
1. About Me
2. I Get the Nod
3. Cops like Me
4. My First Day
5. NSU
6. Naked (of Knowledge) and Afraid
7. Off-Duty Collar (Not)
8. The Village Constable
9. They Call Me Bellhop
10. Hard to Make
11. The Stabbing Victim
12. Lucked Out
13. Hitching a Ride
14. I Didn’t Know That
15. It Was a Snowy Day
16. The Angry Fellow
17 Man with a Gun
18. Freeze-Frame
19. Flying
20. They Don’t Know Him
21. Plainclothes
22. Piano Keys
23. Box Cutter Robber
24. I’m a Girl
25. They Got Me Good
26. The Old Handkerchief Switch
27. Time to Go
28. The Street Crime Unit
29. I’m on the Sheet
30. The Color of the Shield
31. You Never Know Whom You Might Be Dealing With
32. Something Just Didn’t Lay Right
33. This Time It’s One Strike, and They’re In
34. Wannabe Westie or Make-Believe Cop?
35. What Are the Odds?
36. Bad Credit Score
37. Mama’s Got a Gun
38. Ambulance Chasers
39. One and Not Done
40. Old School
41. End of the Line
42. Time’s Up
43. Out-of-State Pursuit
44. Draw Your Own Conclusion
45. Pushed the Wrong Button
46. You Got Me
47. Side-View Mirror
48. The Things I’ve Seen
49. What’s Going On
50. Epilogue
PREFACE
P ure instinct is what transformed me from civilian to cop—forever. There was no going back.
I was a New York City police officer from July 1983 until July 2003. What follows is a compilation of short stories chosen from my twenty-year career policing the streets of some of the most dangerous precincts across the five boroughs of New York City. These stories provide an inside look into proactive policing in the eighties and nineties—a sampling, if you will, of what it was like to be a cop back then.
I will take you deep into the night, while most people were sleeping. Whether I was in uniform or plainclothes, my partners and I were out there, night after night, looking for the people who were looking to do harm to other people—bad guys out to destroy innocent lives and those of their families.
Not unlike hunters, we relied heavily on our instincts, watching and waiting. Observant, methodical, persistent, and determined, we got results, or we didn’t go home.
I suspect that there will never be another unit quite like the Street Crime Unit. The days of following, searching, and investigating suspects based on our training, experience, and gut instinct seem to be long gone. I am so grateful to have worked during a time when we were empowered to make a real difference. And live to write about it.
1
About Me
M y name is Joseph Belcastro. I was born in Brooklyn, New York, in the summer of 1956. My father was a longshoreman (like Marlon Brando’s character in On the Waterfront )—guys who take the stuff off the ship but never take a trip on it. We didn’t have a car back then, so he used to take the bus and train to work, always with that hook hanging over his shoulder. My mother was a typist in this huge room with about fifty other women typists (I think that’s called a typing pool
.) She worked in Brooklyn on Eighty-Sixth Street under the L train. I had an older brother and a younger sister.
We lived in the Dyker Heights section with all the rest of the Italians. I grew up playing in the streets: hide-and-go-seek, ring-a-levio, stickball, slap ball, scully, and army. We flipped baseball cards and played colors. We’d roller-skate with those metal skates that would clamp onto the outside of our shoes using skate keys. The neighborhood kids would form teams and play baseball in the summer and football in the winter. All I ever wanted was to be a baseball player and to play with the New York Yankees, of course. When I was around eight years old, my mother took me to the optometrist, who told her that I needed glasses. Man, that was like the worst day of my life! I used to keep them hidden in my pocket and only put them on when absolutely necessary. I was so ashamed I had to wear them when none of my friends did.
Things were tough for us growing up. We lived in a small apartment. Our furniture consisted of lawn chairs, cast-off hassocks, folding beds, and a kitchen table. By 1968 we were able to move to Staten Island; we bought a house with my great-aunt (on my mother’s side) and settled into Sunnyside. We lasted only two years there. My great-aunt turned out to be just one of a fast-growing group of people my father just couldn’t get along with, so we were forced to sell. We relocated to the Fort Wadsworth section of Staten Island, but now I was pretty far from where I had been attending high school, and it was taking me forever to get there and back every day. I got lucky in my senior year when my father brought home a used Gremlin for my mother to drive. She refused to even get behind the wheel, so I had a car I could use to drive myself to school every day.
I played baseball in high school but wasn’t good enough to get a scholarship, and my parents couldn’t afford to send me to college without one. There weren’t many options available to me back then, so I enlisted in the Marine Corps. Those two years would end up being the catalyst for everything that would come later on. But by the time I was (honorably) discharged, I still didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. I took a job as a security guard at a local hospital in Staten Island. I soon realized that was going nowhere; I suppose I could’ve taken advantage of the GI Bill and gone to college, but that wasn’t where my head was at the time. I had taken a couple of city and state law enforcement civil service exams, and the first one to call was a New York State correction officer. Both my buddy Les and I passed the test, and I talked him into taking the job with me.
We wound up relocating to Upstate New York to be closer to the prison we were assigned to, but after a year, I’d had enough. My girlfriend (who later became my wife) had dreams of moving to Florida to open a business of our own, so I left Les and the Department of Corrections behind and moved south. I worked for a furniture store delivering furniture and then moved up to selling it. After about a year, we were able to buy a small beer-wine-and-soda store. It was going well for a while until the day Les came to visit …
2
I Get the Nod
F or the past two years my wife and I had been living in Florida. I owned a small beer-wine-and-soda store, and we were doing okay. It seemed we had found our place and settled into what we thought life should be. If something was tugging at me, I wasn’t able to put my finger on it. I was doing what I was supposed to be doing—making a life for me, my wife, and the family we would one day have.
We were expecting our first child when my one of my best friends, Les, came to Coral Springs to visit for the week. He had recently graduated from the New York Police Department Police Academy, and he loved it. Born and raised in New York City, becoming a NYC police officer had always been a dream of mine (right behind playing for the New York Yankees)—a dream my wife had successfully talked me out of several times. But now she watched my face as Les told me how excited he was to be a cop and talked about how if I came back to New York we could even be partners one day. She knew there was no talking me out of it this time.
Les left promising that he would check with the NYPD Applicant Investigation Unit to see if I was still eligible to be hired. Les telephoned a few days later and informed me that I was good to go. It meant selling my business in Florida, packing up, and moving back to New York City and finding a place to live—all on the chance that I would survive the background investigation and the physical, medical, and psychological testing that is part of the lengthy evaluation process a candidate endures before he or she can become a recruit. I was risking it all, but I also knew that to not take this chance would be to live a life of what could have been.
It was 1981. We traveled to New York and found an apartment in the Grymes