NYPD 94th precinct

Had my bike stolen so went to the 9 – 4 to report it for insurance purposes thinking it was merely procedural and might be seen as an inconvenience for NY’s Finest to deal with a stolen bike (rightfully so in my mind considering there are probably bigger fish to fry in NYC). Not at all though. Not only did a detective merely passing by have a conversation with me about recent bike thefts but a patrol car met me back at the «scene of the crime» within 15 minutes to see if they could recover security video of the theft. They were extremely nice and treated it like a real crime. I then received a prompt email and several calls that I missed, from the assigned detective the next day asking for more details. I don’t expect my bike to be recovered but coming from Canada where I had a bike stolen as well, this was a much more thorough experience. Believe it or not, what I’m taking away from this unfortunate experience is a great impression of what is probably an overworked and overly critiqued NYPD. I feel safe and thankful for these men and women who do what they do to protect and serve us lucky enough to live here.

I am a long time resident and have had two awful experiences with the 94^th. Long ago a restaurant which was violating health and building codes began to harass me and a neighbor with threatening phone calls. We had met with the owner for a hoped for peace agreement. Soon after blood was painted around my door frame. I was able to trace a death threat call to the restaurant phone number. When my neighbor and I went to see the detective at the 94^th we were told they could not determine who made the call that there was nothing they could do. Or about the blood. I suggested that they let the owner know of this event. I am still here and the evil restaurant did comply with codes. A new and better owner is there. Hooray, sometimes things get better.
Since this winter there has been a problem of thrown garbage and broken shrubs in my front yard. This has escalated and I wanted to consult with the police again. Last winter when I spoke to them I was told to call if someone was breaking in. I asked if a patrol could come by to look now and then and was given a definite maybe. I then asked to be transferred to the Domestic Abuse desk AND THERE WAS NO ANSWER. Today I called again as the harassment continues and THERE IS NO ANSWER after several calls.
Can’t say that I am being served or protected or advised.

I have lived in Greenpoint for six years. I know the people on my block, sometimes I even run to the store with door unlocked. So it was a shock to our building when I came home to find mine and my neighbor’s apartment ransacked, damage to my furniture for a couple of trinkets. When the police showed up, they were very courteous and professional. They painted a clear picture of what had likely happened so we could improve our security. No one ever thinks having policemen come to your house is going to make you feel any better, but it did. I called up the station a week later to say thanks, but I didn’t know the officers names, so they encouraged me to come by the station. I have only been in a police station once or twice, and on neither of those occasions did I want to be there, so I was hesitant. But I love being part of this neighborhood, so I went down to the 94^th. Everyone there was very friendly. I thanked the officers who had responded to the burglary, and we got a brief look at the station that is serving our neighborhood. If you are going to be the victim of a crime, do it in Greenpoint, those guys are totally Brooklyn’s Finest.

horrible officer Jordan, avoid at all cost, he hoards his little fingerprinting power and mistreats anyone who comes near him, no matter how polite, cooperative, patient. if you need fingerprints go anywhere but here

1. A person was jerking off on my stoop. Not caught.
2. A woman raped in Greenpoint. No resolution.
3. A woman goes missing in Greenpoint. No information.
Saying that I have experienced better policing is sort of a shocking understatement.

Actual interaction with the police officer when phoning in a stolen package.
Me: Hi, I had a package stolen and I would like to fill out a police report.
Officer: Can you call back in an hour?
Me: Okay
/​/​an hour later
Me: Hi, I had a package stolen and I’d like to fill out a police report.
Officer: Why do you want to do that?
Me: Because it was stolen.
Officer: What’s the address, it’ll be three or four hours.
Me: What? If you guys are here to serve and protect, can I just serve myself and walk over to the station and fill out the form?
Officer: If you don’t like it, call 911.
Advice taken. I hung up and called 911. They were over in about five minutes, were professional and polite, and even told me to not waste my time calling the precinct.
Good thing I didn’t wait around for them. It’s been days and they still haven’t come.

The bad def. stated in my last review. TOOK FOREVER. I hate that I have to call 911 a bunch of times to get them there… anywho
When the police officers finally came they were young guys (I’ll omit their names). They were super cool, apologetic about taking so long, took care of the situation at hand and bullshitted & joked with me for like 45min. (prob why they were late in the first place)
The officers def. made the shitty experience better — Thanks guys.

Thank you Pisty L, I think I just had a run in with your officer. I know it was car 1209 but I didn’t get the officer’s name or number. The scenario was very similar. At approximately 4:50pm today my girlfriend turned right from Meserole Ave. on to Manhattan. She was dropping me at the Super A. to pick up some groceries that I had already been there to purchase, but was out on a run and had forgot my money and bank card so was returning just to pick up from the register. (thanks, to the girl there that was super cool about me forgetting this at the very last moment, maybe I’ll go and paste this on a Super A review)
The officer turned on his siren as I was getting out of the car. I took a few steps and both officers got out of the car. I asked them what the problem was and explained my gf was dropping me at the grocery. They told me she was on her cell phone, they saw her when she turned right. For a second I thought about it, but I was sure she was not and told them they were wrong, she was not on her cell phone. I’m not racist or anything, mixed myself, but the two black cops seemed very ignorant to my calm suggestion that they were wrong and that she was not on her phone. They told me I could continue going to the grocery, they needed to talk to the driver. Knowing myself, I took their suggestion, they had really pissed me off at this point, and I know there’s no sense arguing with a cop. I went in the grocery and lined up to get my groceries from the teller, luckily I could take in the scene as I was only about 15 ft from the cop on the right side. Anyways, I wasn’t sure what they asked her, but by the time I paid my groceries they had left.
When I got to the car, she didn’t have a ticket. The cop told her she got LUCKY, apparently there was a call for something more important. However, this was after my girl told the officer her phone was in her pocket and she did not use it but he could check her call history. He did, but then told her he didn’t know what she did to her phone.
There was something very strange about all this. If this guy truly believes he saw my girl on her phone through heavily tinted windows, then he needs an eye check or psych review. If it’s just his game than common dude, I hope your reading this, get it together. We are just innocent people who would like to respect our officers of the law.

Worst precinct ever! Last year I chased down and stopped a kid from stealing this poor girl’s computer. As I’m running after the kid I call the cops who were not helpful at all. Eventually they show up well after the fact. I convinced the scared girl to stick around with me until they show up to make a report. Cops showed, they ask questions, the main cop was pretty mean to the girl. I told him to ease up she’s still scared. He asks her is she wants to make a report but he rather her not because he gets paid either way and would rather not have to do the paper work. WTF?! Really! I was up in arms… I told them that I could totally identify the kid hands down since I had a face to face confrontation with him. This cop basically bullied the poor girl into NOT making at a statement. Unbelievable!!! I feel safer with my small dog around…

I would rate them a MINUS 9 324 852 038 423 099 392 stars if possible. Rather than writing out my story here, I’m just going to copy/​paste my letter to NYPD’s Internal Affairs and you’ll get the idea:
Dear Sir or Madam,
I am writing to bring to your attention a serious matter involving an abuse of authority and intimidation committed by a NYPD police officer (94^th Precinct). This situation occurred at roughly 8:30pm on January 14, 2010 on McGuinness Blvd at the intersection of Norman Ave in Brooklyn. The officer’s name is Foster-​Fisher and his shield ID number is 31 984. Officer Foster-Fisher’s patrol car’s number was 1209. The summons number that Officer Foster-​Fisher issued me is _​_​.
The incident began as I was in the left turn lane heading north on McGuinness Blvd at the intersection of Norman Ave. I was awaiting the light when I was flagged down by Police Officer Foster-​Fisher. His patrol car was parked on the other side of McGuinness and he crossed to the median to talk to me. When he approached my car he told me that I was talking on my cell phone, instructed me to turn off the engine, and asked for my driver’s license, registration, and proof of insurance. I immediately informed him that I had not been talking on my cell phone and that it was actually in my gym bag in my trunk. I explained that I had just been working out and my phone and driver’s license were both in my gym bag in my trunk. He ignored this and insisted that I was on my phone. I handed the officer my registration and proof of insurance and asked him to accompany me to the back of my car so that he could watch as I retrieved my phone from my trunk. He was very hesitant to do so and was not in the least bit interested in the fact that I did not even have a phone in my possession. As he needed my driver’s license, I was finally able to get him to look on as I opened my trunk and removed both my wallet and cell phone from the side pocket of my gym bag. At this point, I expected him to realize his error and let me go on my way, but I was wrong. The fact that I did not even have my phone with me inside the cabin of my car did not faze him at all. I had just proven to him that I could not have been on my phone and this made no impression upon him at all. I further asked that he search the contents of my car and person in case he thought I had a second phone or something and he completely ignored this request. He told me to pull my car over to Norman Ave and wait. At this point, I realized that this officer was not «playing by the book» and called the 94^th precinct to explain the situation and ask that a sergeant or other officer be sent out to the scene to stand as a witness. The officer on the phone refused to send anyone out. I then attempted to call 311 to try to get some help there, but Officer Foster-​Fisher returned and I hung up before actually speaking to anyone. Officer Foster-​Fisher then informed me that he was «out of summonses» so he would have to «let me off». I asked him for his name and shield ID number as I wanted to file a complaint and he allowed me to write them down then said «Hold on a minute, wait here» and he went back to his patrol car. He returned in about ten minutes and started writing down my license plate number then circled my car. At this point I turned on a recording application on my phone to record the rest of our conversation. When he came back to my window I placed my phone, displaying a large microphone symbol indicating that it was recording, in plain view and asked him if he was now issuing me a summons to which he said that he was. He questioned the validity of my California driver’s license and I assured him it was legitimate and asked him why he was giving me a summons for talking on a cell phone when I had proven to him that my phone was not even accessible. He did not respond to this and simply continued to tell me that I was on it. I then questioned him about his issuing the summons only after I asked for his name and shield ID. He simply responded by saying «I’m not going to explain to you, I see you’re trying to record me.» I then informed him that I was going straight to the precinct and he departed.
I related my story to the officer at the desk at the 94^th precinct and asked to file a complaint right then and to speak to a sergeant or lieutenant. She said that it was not possible for me to speak to a sergeant or lieutenant and told me to have a seat and wait. After a few minutes she came to me and tried to convince me to file via 311, claiming that it takes a «very long time» to file at the station. I ended up agreeing to file elsewhere and left. I subsequently filled out the online complaint form for the Civilian Complaint Review Board and have also written a letter to the Commission to Combat Police Corruption and others… (exceeded character limit)
If you have had a similar experience with the NYPD, please come forward and file a complaint with the IAB!

I got my first ticket in New York!!!
I.Am.Dangerous.
Wait– I wanna try that again.
I.Am.MOTHERFUCKIN’.Dangerous
My run in with New York’s finest (hee hee hee) went something like this:
Brooks Brother Sweater Wearing Ring Leader: «Lets check out the view of Manhattan from that waterfront»
Me: «Um OK»
Brooks Brother Sweater Wearing Ring Leader: «Lets go on the other side of the BARB WIRE TOPPED (sic) fence»
Me: «Umm Ok»
Brooks Brother Sweater Wearing Ring Leader: «Lets go sit on that PRECARIOUSLY BALANCED DISGUSTING LOOKING (sic) log»
Me: «No way. I am far too cute to go any further and risk stepping on a hypodermic needle or falling into that skanky ‘waterfront’ or… SHIT its the Po-​Po. I’m gonna be pissed if I get a ticket or a fine. Oh sure, you don’t have anything to worry about, but its hard out here for a sista’.
(Three cops roll up in a cruiser and get out)
Cop #1: «Are you aware that you are trespassing?» blah, blah, blah
Cop #2: «Do you have identification?»
Me: «Are you kidding me? Are you really gonna give us tickets?»
Cop #1: «Thinkin’ about it»
Me: «I guess I better cut back on the attitude then»
Cop #2: (a smile and a nod)
IGOTATICKETFORTRESSPASSING!!! But, the Police were efficient and very nice. (And Cop #2 informed me that the ticket would probably be thrown out AND he apologized AND encouraged my picture taking of the absent «No Trespassing Zone» sign)
I want to bake those boys cookies.