According to the book description of Latin Blues: A Tale of Police Omerta from the NYPD, “We don’t talk
about. That’s what the veteran policeman from Brooklyn’s 92nd Precinct, a good and honest cop, told his rookie
partner one day. We don’t get mixed up in it–not the graft, not the shakedowns, not the abuse, not the endless
turf battles among higher-ups. We deal with these things however we can. But we don’t talk about it.
One day, a good cop dies.
And, talk about it or not, his comrades know they have to do something about
it.
A tale of what went on behind the New York’s Blue Wall in the roaring
70’s...
“Let the f**ks kill each other.”
That was the credo of Captain Maximilian Leopold, of Brooklyn’s 92nd
precinct. But even Joe Picon, the rookie cop, knew the f**ks didn’t always kill other f**cks. When “the f**ks”
began to converge–the Jimenez Gang, the Brass Knuckle Rapist, Skinhead Ramos, turf-hungry bureaucrats, bean-counting
number crunchers, and the lust-crazed Captain himself–the victim who died wasn’t a f**k at all. He was a good
cop from another precinct, and he had been blind sided by another credo even good cops follow”
According to the book description of True Blue: A Tale of the Enemy Within, “Joe has been trying to tell this
story for some time. It’s his story, but not his alone. It’s also
the story of those who lived and died alongside him, in Viet Nam and in that other battle, for justice and safety under the
shield of the law, that is fought daily in the streets of every big city by every honest cop.
In his case, the city was the Naked City and the cop was a Latino. And the battle was neither for the civilians alone,
nor just against the bad guys in the street. Sometimes the bad guys were in the
Department. And sometimes the people who needed protection were the honest cops.”