My father was a police officer before he retired. One of my brothers is also a police officer, and I think they kind of expected I would do something along those lines, like become a fireman or something.
My dad was a cop, you know, and I grew up three houses down from people who used Confederate flags as curtains.
Well, for one thing, you know my dad was a cop.
I've grown up around that sort of petty crime, getting into trouble and trying to get out of it. What's funny is my dad was an inspector in the police, so I was known as the grass.
My grandfather had been on the New York City force with his 11 brothers around the turn of the century. He was killed in the line of duty. My father, who was 16, was the oldest son, so he had to quit school and go to work to support his mother.
When your dad's a cop, calling 911 is really just like calling Dad at work.
How can someone live with their own conscience when you reward a domestic terrorist with continued safety and betray the family of fallen police officer waiting for decades for justice for his murder? So let's ask the question. Hillary Clinton as a coddler of the brutal Castro brothers and betrayer of the family of fallen state trooper Werner Foerster and his family.
I have family and friends who are policemen and are close to my heart.
My dad was a cop.
I'm from Chicago. My grandfather was a policeman, and my aunts are married to policemen.
I come from a police family. Both my parents are police officers.
It was mother's day. A lot of policemen were at home with their mothers.
It is difficult to be a law enforcement family. You shoulder the stresses and challenges involved in your loved one's profession. You make a sacrifice, too.
