~ ‘A Tacony Civilian Affair’ ~ Chapter 10 “Fairmount” – ‘The Series’

Chapter 10


‘The Series’
~ ‘A Tacony Civilian Affair’ ~


Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.

The Police Commissioner watched Captain Noodles’ departure. Captain Samuel watched the commissioner. Dexter Talis looked, approached the captain and said, “You know why we had to get him out of here don’t you?” The captain nodded, “I am somewhat aware of the reasoning Commissioner.” He replied.
“Noodles is not cut out for civilian affairs – people just don’t like him.”
Samuel replied, “You mean people who don’t look like him…don’t you Commissioner?”

The lieutenant commissioner and the commissioner looked at the captain long and hard. “Yeah…that’s what I mean.”

“Listen Willice,” said the commissioner. “The mayor and a host of other big wigs will be arriving shortly. I’d like for you and the ranger to head up this mess. I’m aware of Glenn and the Mayor’s understanding and I know what some folk’s think of me…I’d like for you to keep me in the loop – I’ll do my best to get you whatever you need to get this job done – and I’ll keep Noodles out of your hair as well. If you do right by me, I’ll do right by you.”
Samuel gave the commissioner and his lieutenant a nod. “We all shall see Commissioner…we shall see.” “You know that I can make this an order Captain…but I’d like your trust in me Willice, to back you up – trust in me to back up what I promise…what we promise.” Tanex and Talis nodded and smiled in unison.

Willice said, “I know what can and won’t be done Commissioners…and I do appreciate the candor and faith in our abilities, the ranger and me.” The captain walked from the middle of the bridge on Girard Avenue and headed towards 34th Street where the ranger and his team where stationed. The commissioner motioned for his car. He relinquished control to his lieutenant. Hew then turned and leaned on the bridge railing and gazed out over the river, which seemed to evenly flow towards center city. He thought,” What in the hell is happening to this town – its crime, the current terror in the park, and his job?”

Mayor Finkles was wide-awake and constantly and continually apprised of the events of the night. Sleep being disallowed, she sipped on a glass half-filled with an expensive sherry. She received and transmitted communications from her downstairs home office. Between sips, she pondered the conversation between Talis, Tanex, and Francis. The conference call between the four was narrowed to three with Genailia’s departure from the call. She was heading to meet Glenn at the zoo. The conversation shifted from correlating strategies of capturing the escaped bruins to that of command competence of the play callers. The trio agreed that politics and personal gain took a back seat to populace security. They also agreed that Captain Noodles is best assigned to head up operations in the Northeast region. They agreed that many of the area’s men would respond to the captain’s directives as opposed to Samuel.

Captain Noodles arrived at the Tacony District Police Headquarters before going on to Kensington. The shift commander informed him of the arrest of suspect in the Kensington Stranglings. He asked the commander if the guy was black or white. The cop responded with a smile and said, “Well Captain, he ain’t no jungle bunny!” The captain smiled. The commander continued, “The guy looks like a spear-chuckin nigger with a spic name.” The captain laughed aloud. “Yeah, said the watch commander, “they got the motherfucker somewhere on Westmoreland Street earlier this evening.”
“Good,” Said Noodles. “That’s on less murderin nigger on our streets…and one less black ass preying on our white women!” Laughing aloud, the duo headed into the back room of the building where ‘whites only’ hung out between shift changes – when suddenly, an explosion occurred. It sounded like a bomb, blurted out by one of the cops who happened to be a Viet-Nam Veteran. The building shook violently as did other buildings and homes in the area.

Police stationed inside the district building darted about. Others converged in the commons room and then outdoors to see what was amiss.
Just about all of the neighbors in the area was standing out in the cold of the night to see what was the matter. No one knew until the fire engine sirens screamed enroute to the destination of the explosion. The siren screams grew as many other first responders arrived at the scene of destruction.

A house on Disston Street near Frankford was engulfed in a ball of fire. Three row houses on either side of the dwelling were also engaged in the white-yellow-blue-red light with billows of black smoke rising from them. Fire Fighters sprayed the properties with cold streams of high-pressure water being pumped from the corner fire hydrants and their trucks. Many of the area neighbors were standing out in the cold in pajamas and bathrobes. Women holding babies were standing in the slippers on the icy-cold sidewalk. Several of the men were double-checking accountability of their families, pets, and vehicles. Many of the cars and trucks on the blocks were destroyed…burned and burning and or crushed by building material and hot bricks. The strong and pungent aroma of gas permeated the air as police were ordered to get the people out of the immediate area for fear of more explosions.
Captain Noodles ushered his driver towards their unmarked police cruiser. Immediately, he began barking orders to his men over the police radio communicator. “All squad commanders in the Tacony District – get these houses evacuated right now – cordon off that area for three bocks square around the site of that fire – I don’t want anything living inside that restricted area except fire, gas, and rescue personnel. I am enroute to the location from Bustleton Avenue. I should be arriving in under five minutes.”

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“Captains – Philly Style!”

Chapter 9
“Fairmount” – ‘The Series’

“Captains – Philly Style!”

Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.


The police captains coordinated their teams around the entire area surrounding the zoo. The West Philly neighbors in the area were encouraged to remain in their homes. Captain Noodles’ team was stationed on the Girard Avenue side of the zoo while Samuels’ team was settled on the Spring Garden side. Samuel’s team was also assigned coverage along the backside of the zoo from the rail yard into the 38th Street area through Parrish into 40th. Noodles’ team cordoned the Girard Avenue Bridge covering the West River Drive access routes and I-76 into 33rd Street. The National Guard dispatched men and equipment that filled the area as well.

Complicating matters at the zoo, the police were still working murder cases. One of the cases is the unsolved Fairmount Park Rapist. The other is the Kensington Strangler. A jogger running along the East River Drive, back in October 2003, was stabbed and raped while running on the drive near Fountain Green Road. A previous attack was investigated in April of the same year. Later, in July, the Philadelphia Homicide Unit was also investigating a stabbing in Wynnefield Heights. That same month in 2009, a woman was sitting on a park bench in the park when a man came running from the woods. “He was balls ass naked,” she said. Prior to that incident, a woman was sleeping on a park bench after a run. A man who covered her face with a tee shirt awakened her. He forced her into a wooded area, where he tied her wrists with plastic ties and sexually assaulted her. August of 2007, in the Pennypack Park area, another woman was attacked while jogging along a path near the creek. A man pulled her into the woods, raped her and ran off. The stabbing death of a woman over a bicycle in Northern Liberties winded down with the apprehension of a young black man. The case was assigned to the Central Detectives Unit. Captains Samuel, Noodles, and Stafford were assigned to pool their services and collaborate their efforts in support of the investigations by the detectives.

Captain Noodles was relieved of officiating duties during that year. The reassignment was due to improprieties in his professional performance. He was subjected to reprimands and suspensions because of his alcohol abuse and unprofessional behavior. He almost lost his police captain status. Once while interviewing a rape victim in one of the park attack cases, Noodles used inappropriate language and propositioned the young blond woman as well. He’d invited the woman to dinner and late night entertainment in the midst of the attack interview. His logic and explanation to the indecency was that he wanted to comfort and help her to forget her pain. He had also been drinking on duty and the smell was detected and reported by a subordinate officer. The young sergeant was one of Samuel’s men. Captain Samuel confirmed the report when asked by officers of the Internal Affairs Division. Noodles hated Willice’s honesty as much as his blackness. Willice also outranked Jarard by about six months seniority. He was revolted and despised him for that too. The report damn near cost Noodles his job, rank, and pension. It was the good ole boys network that covered his ass.

Lieutenant Commissioner Dexter Talis was standing with Colonel Russell Jeunaus in the middle of the Girard Avenue Bridge. A call came in from the Tacony Police District. They were informing Commissioner Tanex and Lieutenant Commissioner Talis of an assault in the district. Talis ranted, “Why the hell are you calling me instead of the Special Victim’s Unit Commander?” “They have been informed, sir.” Said the watch commander. “We thought you’d like to be notified about this latest attack near Frankford Avenue. I am aware of the current situation out there commissioner…just an attempt at keeping you in the loop and ahead of the game, sir!” The watch commander smiled to himself with sarcasm. “Thank you Commander Reily. I do appreciate your heads up.”

The commissioner called the two captains from their points of command. He began to explain to the men about the telephone message and new orders. “Fellas…three times in the last thirteen months women have been attacked in or near the park on Frankford Avenue. I want it stopped and I want the bastard who’s doing it in chains – I want him caught and locked the fuck up!” He glared at the two captains. “Now look, I know the areas are not in your districts. But I need you two guys to help me out here. Noodles, you know that piece of territory pretty damn good. The folks out there kinda relate to where you’re comin from.” Samuels looked at both men and said nothing. “I want you out there controlling and directing the streets. The detectives will be busy enough without worrying about the public. Plus, we’ve got that Kensington shit happnin. Noodles stop what you’re doing and get out there to relieve Captain Anderson. We’ll handle things here.”

“What about my men commissioner…they’re lookin for me to get things done right here?” Replied Noodles.

“Listen to me Noodles, victims in each of these cases offered us the same basic description of the man who attacked them. In at least three of the cases, victims said that the son of a bitch wore no clothes – you know the people out there…they’ll talk to you. Samuels will cover for you here…he’ll take care of your men – now get going!”

Noodles scowled and spit while looking directly at Samuel. Captain Samuel smiled.

While enroute to the Kensington Police District, the transgressed captain complained to his driver. “Mother F….. N……!” “I hate his f….. guts!” “I know what happened…the black bastard was suckin up to the bosses – him and that red n….. half breed! Because the two of them sambos and that broad talked them into believing this bullshit about a f….. bear. Ain’t no way in hell no Goddamn bear is doin all this shit! That ole man and black bitch with them f….. college degrees say its so…they go and believe em.” The captain hatefully continued complaining. “Actually, I wouldn’t mind poking that broad myself…she’s definitely a looker. I wouldn’t even mind the fact that she’s black – I’d have her black ass kissin my feet, washin my ass, swingin and suckin on my d… in no time…I’d have her do it every time she saw me, as soon as I walk in the door – f….n n…..s!” “Sergeant, make sure that my car is brought back to my house…I don’t want no sambos drivin it or touchin it!” “You got that sergeant? The sergeant nodded and drove on.












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