New York Post
April 8, 2001


CLASSIC COP POSTER SHOULD GIVE RUDY A CLUE

By STEVE DUNLEAVY

WHEN he was 15, Pat Lynch saw something that was indelibly written.

It was a poster of a sprawled cop with a bullet in his brain and the words said simply:

"Most people wouldn't take this job for a million bucks." It went on: "A New York City Police Officer does it for a hell of a lot less."

Pat Lynch said the other day: "It was chilling. I see a cop dead and I don't know why."

The first time he saw the poster was 1981. He would be a janitor, and then he would be a train conductor.

Pat Lynch was going nowhere, except around and around.

He donned a badge three years later, and now he is the president of the Patrolmen's Benevolent Association and is amazed he is there.

I was amazed that he was there. But Pat Lynch is angry, and so am I. Cops are being done over once again by the politically correct.

"I've been here for zeroes for heroes, when cops don't get a dime of a raise," he was saying at his modest office at 40 Fulton St., on the 17th floor of PBA headquarters.

Yeah, you will say I am a cop apologist. I love being safe. I love my wife being safe. I love my kids being safe. I love my friends being safe.

"Rudy Giuliani said, The Renaissance of the city started with public safety,'" Pat Lynch recalled.

And how can I argue? How can Pat Lynch argue?

I don't believe the Rockettes made the town safer. But how does Rudy Giuliani, who I've said is the best mayor New York has had, suddenly leave these guys on the beach?

He was digging up David Dinkins when David dissed cops. I was there. I loved him.

Now Giuliani, the architect of zeroes for heroes, the man I used to love, makes the world stingy.

Pat Lynch, the seventh of seven children, can't understand why Giuliani gave zeroes for heroes.

"The city of Newark gets 23 percent more than we do," Lynch said. "Pro rata, per capita, New York City has 40 percent more tax base. God bless Newark. They deserve it," Lynch said. "We just want what Newark gets."

My kid's cop friends get much more than that in Suffolk County. And God bless them. Even if they chase squirrels and cows.

"But we have a crisis here," said Lynch, who still lives in Bay Ridge and wants to go nowhere else.

"The city paid $20 million to get people to join the cops," Lynch said. "This year we have 40 percent of cops retiring, 40 percent more than last year. Truth is, we can't get cops on the job. We had a situation where we tell people how they should retire and where to put their money sensibly. It is chock-a-block with kids wanting to retire. We are now in a crisis because we physically can't get cops.

"They [cops] say I have 400 days and 18 hours before I retire."

I am looking at Lt. Patricia Feerick. I am looking at Sergeant Tom Kennedy. I am looking at Officer Vinny Davis. If juries had not got decent, they would be in jail.

Lt. Feerick said: "In the old days, we knew we could get shot. We never thought we'd get locked up."

Sgt. Tom Kennedy said: "I've been in shootouts, and I lock up bad guys. They were looking to lock me up."

Vinny Davis said: "People, when I was going undercover, wanted to shoot me every day. But then the politically correct wanted to lock me up, and I never did anything wrong except save people's lives."

When Giuliani said, "The renaissance in the city started with public safety," I want to ask him, the mayor I loved, how can you do this to cops?

I'm not a genius, but I know as much as you do about these cops.

Give them a break now, right now, before we'll talk years later about what you did wrong.

We know what the Clintons did wrong, and I'll stand up for you every time. But if you let me down, with the decency I know you have, I will wail like a banshee.

If you do me in, and the cops, I will dig you up as much as I have Hillary and Bill.

I presume you are not in that class.

Go to a cop funeral and try to sleep that night when you see the little boy or girl put their father's cap on their head, knowing they'll never see dad again.

Get it, Al Sharpton? Got it?

I've never quite got it myself at those funerals, and I'm supposed to be a tough guy. How come I cry and get drunk the next day?