Wondry Plus subscribers can binge all episodes of Empire City early and ad-free. Join Wondry Plus in the Wondry app or on Apple podcasts. The other day, I was hanging with my four-year-old daughter and Yola in the playground. She climbed nine feet into the air on a jungle gym. And then out of nowhere, she just jumped into my arms. She didn't warn me because she knew I was going to catch her. And when I was growing up, I knew the same thing about my folks, that even when I went out on a limb, they had my back, and they always would. So 30 years ago, when I got a phone call telling me that my dad had died, suddenly the world felt a lot less safe. I have a lot of pictures of my dad, including the one I keep on my desk. He's standing with his arm around me, looking right at the camera as if to say, Anybody that wants to mess with my son has to go through me. But sometimes I wish I could unfreeze that image because I've never seen a video of him until now. The footage is from 1964.

There's no audio. It's black and white, but surprisingly clear. He's 31 years old. That's younger than I ever saw him. But there he is, my dad. A black man, about 6 feet tall, wearing a dark-fitted suit and a skinny tie. He looks like me. He's moving, interacting with others. He's alive. I want him to walk out of the screen so I can hug him. But the more I watch, the more I feel confused and angry, because this video is surveillance footage shot by a counterintelligence unit of the New York Police Department. Back in the 1960s, my dad was a civil rights organizer working for the Congress of Racial Equality. And in March of 1964, Before, they led a peaceful protest against police brutality. That's real good. He and other activists handcuffed themselves inside police headquarters in Lower Manhattan. In minutes after the NYPD's camera shut off, my dad was arrested. Nine days later, the police commissioner addressed the incident publicly in an annual NYPD breakfast in front of 6,000 officers. He warned that he'd protect the city against violence and racial extremists. The room eruved erupted in thunderous applause. Then, he identified three individuals that he said had sinister motives and a lust for power.

The first was Malcolm X. The second was a man named Jesse gray, who had led rent strikes in Harlem. And the third was my dad, Mekaza Kumunika. The NYPD says its mission is to enhance the quality of life in New York City by working in partnership with the community. But that's exactly what my dad was doing. He dedicated his life to improving the lives of the most vulnerable people in New York. He protested racial discrimination in hiring, worked to desegregate schools, and fought police brutality. In other words, he was doing the right thing. And for that, they called him an enemy and arrested him. Who were they protecting when they did that? Definitely not him, the community you work for, me, or even you. The second half of the NYPD stated mission. To enforce the law. To preserve peace. To protect people. To maintain order. But I keep trying to understand when maintaining order was the police keeping us safe. Because to me and a lot of other New that mission doesn't sound anything like our experience with the NYPD. We usually see the police show up after the harm has happened, and then they treat everybody that looks like me like a criminal.

And it's not just that. Back in the day when women When Black folks were marching in the streets for the right to vote, it was the police who took them to jail. And when steal workers went on a strike in Chicago, it was the police that shot them. When powerful people want to deny rights, they use the police to do it to maintain order. The way the police deal with the inconvenient people, the dangerous people who are fighting to make America a real democracy, that's the story that's been hidden in plain sight. I wish I could tell you that my dad's story was an exception. But once you know where to look, you start to see stories like this everywhere. At a time when we're debating where policing is going, we're going to tell you where the police came from. We're going to go back and uncover the untold origin story of the largest and most infamous police department in the world, the NYPD. From Wundry and Crooked Media, I'm Chindirai Kumunika, and this is Empire City, episode 1. They keep people safe.

Every single person in the US thinks the police have always been here. It's like, no, it hasn't always been like this, and it also won't always be like this. Things change.

On a cold February morning, educator and organizer, Mariam Kaba, is taking me on a tour of Lower Manhattan. She's helping me understand what things were like when the NYPD first started becoming what it is today.

This location that we're in is the corner of Broadway in Courtland.

We walk past a lot of cops. And Mariam Caba says, If we saw what passed for law enforcement back then, we wouldn't even recognize them. Think of what you picture when we talk about police today: badges, uniforms, guns, cars, walkie talkies. New York's earliest cops didn't have any of that. The first police in New York City were set up by its first colonizers, the Dutch. And what they had were green lanterns and hand rattles to sound the alarm. Because nothing says respect my authority like a hand rattle.

And then the English who took over here and then built Fort George here.

By the early 1800s, the Rattler dudes are long gone, and in their place, we've got constables and watchmen. They spend most of their time doing things like ringing bells and telling you what time it is.

I always tell people when they come to New York City and they see this city in the way that it's built right now, that in the early 19th century, New York was a small town.

The further we walk, the more I can imagine old New York. Long blocks of wooden buildings. There are horses and carriages, brick and cobblestone streets, rats, Well, I mean, the rats are still here. There's no sewage system, so the air is filled with a stink that never really dissipates. And there's lots of riots. It feels like every week, a fight on a street corner escalates into a neighborhood brawl. Because every day, there's more and more people pouring into New York, including a growing number of Black folks.

It was hard to, I think, escape that. And I think if you don't understand New York as a small town, it's hard to understand other things about New York.

How it's not always clear who to call when you feel like you're in danger. So let me tell you about this free Black woman named Ms. Brown. She's hanging in the house doing laundry when she hears a knock on the door. She opens it, and a Black man introduces himself. His name is John Hill. He says they're related, that he's her uncle, and he needs a place to crash. At first, Ms. Brown is not sure if she recognizes him. But after they chat for a while, he does start to look familiar, so she and her husband say, You good, brother. Come on in. One evening, John Hill tells Ms. Brown, I'm going out for a walk, but I don't really know this area. Can you come with me? I imagine him heading out, kicking it, two Black folks enjoying conversation. That's until out of the corner of her eye, Ms. Brown catches a White man coming up behind her. Before she can get out of the way, the man grabs for her. He's trying to kidnap her, and Ms. Brown is fighting back. But her so-called uncle, John Hill, he leaves her in the arms of the kidnappers.

When her neighbors run up to see what's going on, they try to wrench Ms. Brown free. But the kidnapper has backup, and Ms. Brown is dragged away down the street. Everybody on the block hears her scream. The story of Ms. Brown is like folklore, and the details vary in different accounts. But what we do know is that John Hill was offered money by a White man to lure Ms. Brown into the kidnapping trap so these men could send her into slavery in the South. What would you do if you saw someone taking your neighbor away against her will? Would you call the police? The people who saw Ms. Brown's kidnapping wouldn't, because the White man snatching a free Black woman off the street is a police officer named Tobias Budno.

Police officers like Tobias Budino boasted that they could arrest and send back any Black to the South.

Before I started this journey, I never heard a Tobias Budno or police in the free state of New York being involved in slavery.

These motherfuckers are taking people off the street. It doesn't matter if you're a self-emancipated law person or if you're a freak. They're just sending people back to the cell, kidnapping them.

But the more you look, the more you run into his name.

I kept reading about this nefarious, mysterious serious character by the name of Tobias Budino.

Historian John Wells kept finding that name while he was researching early policing in New York.

He is a police constable who represents that part of his community that wants to keep Black people in check. He's a very violent and vile human being.

And it's not just that Budino is racist. He's also broke. He's in his late 20s living in an apartment with his wife and kid in Lower Manhattan. And being a constable doesn't pay enough.

I mean, the pay was extremely meager. His spouse would not have had a job, right? So he has a lot of weight on his shoulders.

He doesn't have a shiny badge pinned to his shirt. And like Rodney Dangerfield, he doesn't get any respect.

They have long hours. There's low morale. They're poorly trained. And so there is every incentive in the world for them to look for ways to enhance their income.

And Budino is always using his position to hustle up some scratch.

The police constables were entrepreneurs.

Historian Wilbur Miller says the police in the 19th century didn't walk in a sign beat like we think of today.

They were reactive police.

That means Budino isn't preventing crime. He has to wait until something happens. For example, you were knocked down in the street.

You knew who did it. You go to the court and engage the services of a constable who for a fee would get out a warrant and make the arrest.

So when a crime happens, it's bad for you. But for Budno, it's an opportunity.

So somebody steals your gold watch. You go to the court, you talk to the constable, and they really know the underworld, right? So it worked out that you get part of the value, the constable will get part of the value, and the thief would be free from arrest or might even get a little bit of the value himself. It's called compounding a felony. You're contributing to the crime itself, right?

That seems crazy.

It seems crazy, but that was the system.

They have an incentive in a way to keep crime going.

Yes, exactly. They have an investment in crime.

But even though Boudinot is making a little cash here and there, his money problems are only getting worse.

His landlord comes and takes his furniture out of his apartment because he hasn't been able to pay his rent.

And if sitting on the floor of an empty apartment isn't humiliating enough, newspapers are circulating lists of people who are bankrupt or being sued for not paying debts. And the fact that Boudinot is a constable doesn't stop them from putting this business out there. But as Boudna is panicking, what he doesn't know is that something big is about to go down that's going to change everything for him in his money situation. But it doesn't start in New York. It starts in Virginia. Virginia.

A dozen or so enslaved people decide to leave Norfolk, Virginia, to escape from bondage.

They want to get to a state in the north where slavery has been abolished. So this group of Black fugitives in the south manages to steal a boat. Late one night, 17 of them squeeze themselves on board and head north to New York. After a few quiet days at sea, their boat floats into New York City. Some of the folks on board must feel like they made it, that they're finally safe. But it's not that people.

Their ability to secretly make their way up the Coast of the Northeast sets an incredible complicated set of patterns in motion.

Virginia's governor hears about the escape, and he's infuriated. So he taps into his allies up north. He writes to New York's governor and basically says, Can you help us get our slaves back? Before the 13th Amendment ends most slavery in 1865, Northern states are obliged to return and slave people to the south if they catch them. So New York has Virginia's back. The governor agrees to reca the fugitives. He just needs to find someone to track them down and bring them in. And a broken, desperate constable like Tobias Budino seems like the perfect man to get the job done. The governor of New York hands Budino a warrant.

And it essentially says, These people, I have charged Constable Budino with finding.

But this isn't a regular arrest warrant. This is called a blanket rit, which gives Budino the legal right to arrest any Black person in the state that he suspects of being a fugitive. And it goes way beyond just the 17 fugitives who escape Virginia.

In every newspaper across the country, there are advertisements. These ads that say, She ran away from my Virginia farm five years ago. Anybody who can give me information on her whereabouts, I will reward them with $25 or $100.

This warrant is a golden ticket, finally an answer to his money problems.

Voutonot has pretty much got carte blanche to arrest people, collect reward money, and he protects that piece of paper with his life. He guards it with his life. Keeps it in his hat. He keeps it in his vest pocket.

So basically, this white cop has a piece of paper that makes him look at any Black person as potential money in his pocket. And it's this paper that gives Boudinot and constables like him carte blanche to kidnap a free woman like Ms. Brown. But before Boudinot can sell someone into slavery and get his cut, he has to drag them in the court, stand in front of the bench, and provide evidence evidence that they're actually a fugitive. Tragically, this isn't hard because the judge who handles most of these cases is the city recorder Richard Rieker. That name might sound familiar. This was before Rieker's Island existed, but Recorder Rieker is part of the same family that owned the land the notorious and deadly jail was built on.

Rieker would declare that person to be the self-emancipated runaway, and within hours, that person was sent to the south.

He's a racist with connections to the folks that run Southern plantations, and he makes it clear that, We, Northern judges, damn the abolitionists. And in this case, it turns out that a slave owner is claiming that Ms. Brown is his property. And so an arrest by a constable who stands to get paid and a claim by a slave owner are enough evidence, and Ms. Brown is sent south into slavery. But Butno isn't just selling Black folks into slavery because he's a racist. Even though he was. And it's not because he had bad training. He didn't have any training. It's because of the cash he stands to make. The real story that's hidden when we write off Boudnau as a know-nothing racist cop is that there's a whole network of people, from slave owners in the south to their business partners in Virginia and New York, making money off these sales. And no matter whether a state calls itself a free state or a slave state, what's good for their wallets is the real law.

There's nobody in the legal system taking responsibility for their actions. Within the police force, within the legal community, there's nobody telling Boudinot that they shouldn't be doing this.

And part of the reason no one's telling Boudinot to stop is that a lot of white New Yorkers aren't comfortable with their free Black neighbors. Some of them see free Blacks as competition for jobs, a threat to their economic safety that these police constables can handle for them. That entrenched racism, combined with the opportunity to make money makes it easy for Boudinot to recruit other police into his network of kidnappers, and the kidnapping business starts to boom. But inside houses, churches, and abolitionist meetings, New York's Black community is quickly catching up to what's going on, and one man is about to take his gloves off.

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I'm back on the streets of Manhattan with Mariam Kaba, and she's telling me that she started doing tours for her friends when they would come to New York, visiting all the standard attractions. But it didn't take long for her to get tired of that because she felt like it was giving them a white wash version of the city's history.

I was super interested in Black life, like what was going on with Black people here. So over time, I started stopping doing the stupid tours that I were like, Okay, We'll go to the Statute of Liberty or the Empire State. We'll go to all these places. But I'm also going to throw in some Black shit. That was basically the bottom line.

And that's how we ended up standing next to a glass skyscraper that was once the epicenter of New York City's abolitionist movement. This corner used to be home to a bookstore owned by a man named David Ruggles. Everyone's heard of Frederick Douglass and his courageous escape, but Ruggles was the man who helped him when he first arrived in New York, fresh out of slavery. Ruggles gives him a place to stay and food. His bookstore is a stop on the underground railroad, and Frederick Douglass is just one of the many Black folks that Ruggles supports.

And he's the person who, basically, in my opinion, embodied the first full-time Black activist in New York.

And one thing about David Ruggles that inspires Mariam Kaba is his philosophy of practical abolition.

He believed that you did what you needed to do for your people, and that as human beings, it's really, really important for us not to be subject to listening to people tell us that we're going to eventually get free, that the notion of gradual freedom was bullshit.

Ruggles says that we need freedom now Now, this instant. And one reason why gradual incremental freedom isn't enough for the Black folks that are fighting Tobias Budno and his crew is that for them, the horrors of slavery aren't theoretical. Their lived experiences as real and brutal as a whip tearing into your flesh. Remember Ms. Brown? After a judge upholds her kidnapping, she's sold into slavery and desperately tries to get free again. I hope she did. But I also know that's probably not what happened. We have one letter she wrote trying to find her mother, pleading for her to send her free papers. And then we don't know anything else. Now, let's be clear. Ms. Brown was living a full life as a Black woman in New York, and because of a police officer, her freedom and even our record of her future is erased. Her capture is exactly the thing Ruggles Ruggles is fighting against, and he doesn't wait for something to happen. He goes on patrol to find leads.

So he goes and he goes onto the docks, and he will sometimes disarrest people that have been stolen off the docks. He carried a gun easily because he was like, These people are trying to kill me.

And talking with community members one night, he gets a tip.

Ruggles finds out that there's a possibility that a family in Brooklyn, right in the heart of Brooklyn, are in fact holding three people as slaves.

And without waiting a second, Ruggles puts on his coat and heads to Brooklyn.

He goes to the front door of this family that the patriarch is not there, but his wife is there. She says, Basically, what do you want? He says, I hear that you're holding people here as slaves, contrary to the laws of the state of New York. Then before she can really answer, he hears the people in the basement.

They're crying out, We're here. We're here.

The lady of the house says, These three are servants.

And then she tries to prove that the Black folks being held captive in her house are paid workers.

And she says to one of the enslaved people, Isn't that true? And the woman says, I've never received a penny in payment. The The only thing you do is you hit us about the head and order us around, and you keep us as your property.

Looking at this White woman who's holding enslaved people and lying straight to his face, Ruggles is furious. He tells the three enslaved people, You're all coming with me.

I mean, he is literally saving people from slavery on a weekly basis in New York City.

I mean, that's bold. Even though that's the law, that's still bold. He was very bold. He co-founds a group of anti-slavery activists.

Ruggles started the New York Committee of Vigilance, and the New York Committee of Vigilance became the institutionalized arm of the underground railroad.

Black women in the organization figure out how to get over a thousand people to donate a penny a week, and that translates into some real money. Now, the Committee of Vigilance can get to work.

They created their own community policing system because they knew the cops were in on the act. They were not expecting to have good relationships with Tobias Budno. They knew that those were their enemies, that they were trying to do something to them they did not want.

They say, If these folks are going to keep coming after us, we'll start nightwatches in our own neighborhood, and we'll get some of the best abolitionist lawyers to face Judge Rieker in court. And as a matter of fact, why does Rieker, one White man, get to decide whether Black folks get sent into slavery? If we have to go through their corrupt courts, let's at least try to get a jury of our peers to hear these cases. And the whole time the committee is fighting with those strategies, Ruggles is also fighting with one of his most potent weapons, his pen.

He deeply understood the value of literature. He's your predecessor around the notion that media makes a difference.

Ruggles was constantly writing in Black news papers. He published his own periodical called The Mirror of Liberty. And in the pages of the most widely circulated abolitionist newspaper, The Liberator, he spoke truth to power.

The most extraordinary samples of human depravity that have disgraced our city were police officers and judges. We have not protection in law because the legislators withhold justice, and at this point, we may no longer depend on the anti-slavery societies. We must look to our own safety and protection from kidnappers, remembering that self-defense is the first law of nature.

Ruggles writes a warning, Colored people beware.

A certain constable in this city is very active in entering the dwellings of colored people, pretending to have search warrants and ransacking their houses from cellar to garret in search of fugitives from slavery.

He says, Don't let anybody in your house unless you know for sure they're your friends. And he coins a term for Budino and his gang, The Kidnapping Club. At this point, Budino has to face facts.

Black people are not just going to acquiesce and say, Oh, okay. I know I'm innocent. I'll just come with you to prove my innocence at the police station. They are armed with knives. They are ready to kill. It's a potent form of self-defense, and they are ready to defend themselves and their personal freedom whenever necessary.

So Butno decides to go directly after the most outspoken voice of the resistance, David Ruggles. One night, Right? The Kidnapping Club pays a visit to Ruggles' home with a warrant for his arrest. But Ruggles is tipped off, and he sneaks out the back door. I know he had to be relieved because he barely got out.

There were bounties placed on him. He was hated by Wall Street. He was hated by the cops. The arsonists were constantly bombing his house, burning it down. He would rebuild. He would move to new places constantly to set himself up.

But he's not about to go in to hide fighting. The next day, he marches down the City Hall to confront the men that had tried to arrest him. Budino is waiting, and he ponces on Ruggles. He shoves him up against a marble pillar, trying to intimidate him. He says, I was after you last night. And then, Budino drags Ruggles into court. Ruggles is charged with resisting arrest, but the Committee of Vigilance organizes a quick defense. The charges don't stick, and eventually, Eventually, he walks out of City Hall a free man.

David Ruggles is one of my favorite people who I've never gotten to meet, and I feel a kinship with him on multiple levels.

Mariam Kaba says she draws on the spirit of David Ruggles and all the work she does.

When I do defense campaign work, I think about him, my interest in publishing. I think about Ruggles who predates that. When I'm out in the streets protesting, I think about Ruggles and what he did. So much to make it possible for me to be here in this moment and do what I get to do.

And like Ruggles, she made the risky decision to become an outspoken critic of the police.

I'm definitely not in any way in the league of danger that a Ruggles experienced on a day-to-day basis. But you're going to be at risk if you take unpopular positions. You have to take precautions to try to be as safe as possible, but you also have to be completely aware of the fact that you're actually never going to be safe.

And the Committee of Vigilance knew they weren't safe. Despite all their organizing, fundraising, and advocacy for two years after Ms. Brown has stolen off the street, the Kidnapping Club is still going strong. And just a few months later, when the kidnappers snatch another Black New Yorker, they say, We tried to do this peacefully. Now it's time to try something else. With the Kidnapping Club in full effect, tensions are still high between police and Black New Yorkers, but people are living their lives as best they can. On one spring day, a Black man named William Dixon wakes up early to get ready for work. Dixon is 6 feet tall Paul, known in his community for his powerful presence and strong voice. He sings in his local church on Sundays, and during the week, he works a variety of odd jobs. This morning, he's headed to a painting gig, so he kisses his wife and heads out the door. Before he knows it, he's approached by none other than Tobias Budino.

Budino and other members of the Kidnapping Club arrested Dixon, first telling him that he was accused of public drunkenness or some minor crime.

But of course, that's not why they're really there.

He's a big guy, and they're afraid that if they accuse him of being a runaway, that he'll fight for his life.

Dixon's wife learns that her husband has been arrested. She runs to David Ruggles and the Committee of Vigilance for support. The clock is ticking. Tobias Budino is going to take Dixon to stand before Richard Rieker as soon as he can.

And the Black community knows exactly what Rikers predisposition is.

Black New Yorkers have been through this before, but this time, they catch a break. They have a full week until Dixon is scheduled to appear in court. This gives the community time to strategize. They gather witnesses who can vouch for Dixon, and the day of the trial, they roll up deep to Richard Rikers' courthouse. Once they get there, the usual playbook starts to unfold. Boudnau and his people provide evidence to Dixon's property that he belongs to someone in Baltimore. And that's when things pop off. A huge crowd of Black folks bumrushes the front of the courthouse.

Riker is completely bewildered about what's going on. And they manage to rest control over William Dixon from the authorities and take him out of the courthouse and into the streets of New York. And then this whole Melee erupts.

Someone tosses a knife in a dagger to William Dixon, and after a struggle, he gets away. A judge in a courtroom nearby rushes out to see what's causing a commotion. Before he knows it, someone behind him grabs him by the neck.

He's a man handled by a black woman who kicks him in the rear end.

Yeah.

Exactly. That's the moment in which the audience cheers.

The woman's name is Keziah Manning, and records show that she and a man named Jessie hold the judge down while Black folks beat him to a pulp. Another man grabs a whitewashed brush and snaps it over the head of a constable. Someone else jumps in and starts hitting that same officer. At that point, Tobias Boudinot realizes that the police have lost control, so he pulls out a gun and aims it at the guy pummeling his fellow officer. Everyone braces as Budino squeezing the trigger. But nothing happens. The gun miraculously fails to go off. In the confusion, William Dixon gets away from the courthouse. He runs a few blocks, sees a basement on Duane Street and dives into it. The kidnapping club sees him run away and follows him. They scour the street until they find him, and then they take him to prison. But there's no way that the Committee of Vigilance is giving up. Over the next few weeks, they keep fighting in court and raise bail money for Dixon's release. Four months after the Black community struggled to free Dixon at the courthouse, the Committee of Vigilance gets a letter from David Ruggles.

It is with I regret that I make this letter a substitute for my personal appearance.

Time and all of his effort is taking its toll on him.

Though declining health compelled me to retire from the city and take refuge in the country Country, my heart is with you in the cause of freedom.

Ruggles develops a chronic illness and leaves New York for Massachusetts to recover, but he knows folks are anxious about William Dixon. Dixon is appeared since being released on bail, and people want to know what happened. So Ruggles shares one final detail about Dixon to lift their morale and strengthen their resolve.

He is not kidnapped by that gang of Desperados, which infest our city, as has been reported. He has taken the advice of his friends and retired to the country.

William Dixon is free. The New York's Black community has to face a harsh reality. As long as there's money to be made from slavery, they're going to be targeted by the police.

When people said that slavery was going to end, people thought they were bonkers. People did. People thought, This is natural. It's always been like this. What do you mean? Black people can't integrate. They're not smart. They don't know. They can't do. And people were like, Mm-mm. Got to end now. Got to end now. Not 10 years. Now. We want it now. And Ruggles and them were tarnished for that. They died for that, for that view. But you know what? The three of us are standing here today. We're here because of all of that.

That's my friend Sam.

Say hi, Sam. Hi, Sam. Hi, you'reHow are you doing?

On a warm Friday morning last spring, my daughter and Yola and I met my producer Sam at Central Park. Then mommy did my hair, and then we came to the train, and then we came here. Yeah, to the park, right? Yeah. Central Park is one of my daughter's favorite places to visit in New York City. When we're away from cars, surrounded by green grass, she can yell as loud as she wants and run as fast as she can. I can tell it makes her feel free. Follow me. But part of why I like to come to Central Park is that this land Daniola's running on was once home to Seneca Village, an early 19th century free Black settlement. At a time when it wasn't remotely possible to rely on the police for protection, Black folks built a community on this land with schools, churches, and gardens that existed for 32 years. What do you see over there?

A playground. A playground.

When my daughter and I come here to play, we feel connected to that. 200 years of Black history in New York, the radical possibility of freedom and community, a possibility my father fought to protect. Okay, what do you got? Are you making a sandcastle?

No cake.

As I sit playing in the sandbox with Enyola, I see a police officer approaching the edge of the playground, and my body instinctively stiffens. I look down, and she's still playing, completely carefree. Part of me wants to freeze her in this moment, but then something comes over me. The police are already a part of her world. I've seen them in the cartoon she watches and her toys. Then there are even cops at her school, and I start wondering, what is she actually picking up from all that? Aniola, may I ask you a question? What do you think the police do? She puts down her sand shovel and her eyes start back and forth searching for the right answer.

They keep people safe.

I mean, that is what the police say their job is. But when I hear her say it, I start to panic.

They keep people safe.

As her father, part of me wishes I could just leave the truth hidden and protect her innocence. I wish I could tell her that Tobias Budino and the Kidnapping Club were just bad apples, and then after they fated out, New York's police grew into something that we all could rely on to protect us. But that's not what happened. I don't have all the pieces of the puzzle yet, but I did find another piece that gets me one step closer to understanding the NYPD as we know it today, and it starts with a murder. We'll get into that next time. This season on Empire City. The first person to use the term organized crime didn't mean it in the sense of Don Corleone and the Mafia.

He meant it in terms of the police Department.

Police is the ground-level occupying force of empire. An empire is only as powerful as their forces holding the weapons.

They wanted me to write about the New York City Police Department, but without using the words violence or corruption, which is effectively impossible.

There hasn't been violence and corruption.

I would like everyone in New York to know they shouldn't be fearing the police.

They should be revering the police for the job they do.

Wait, wait, wait, Edwin. Did you just get upset because a Black man didn't break the law? Wake up, bro. Remember who you are. What would you tell that young aside 10 years ago?

I would tell that poor, terrified 19-year-old baby that one day you will defeat the NYPD The nightmare is going to end, bro. Trust me, just hang in there.

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