Patrick DeFrancisci
Director of Training & Legislative Affairs
Pat DeFrancisci is a 40 year law enforcement and public safety professional. His background includes Street Cop, Detective, Homicide Detective/Task Force Lieutenant and Narcotics and Gang Task Force Captain at the Essex County Prosecutor’s Office before honorably retiring. His experience in both the public and private sectors offers unique perspective in both the criminal and civil process. He has received numerous awards for his service and holds a Masters Degree from Seton Hall University and has instructed at the college and Police Academy level. Pat leads the Italian American Police Society’s Training & Legislative Affairs as a member of its Executive Board.
The Italian American Police Society of New Jersey Supports the Movement to Restore the Cost of Living Adjustment Removed by Previous Legislature. Below please find a website with updated information.
NJ Police & Fire Pension Cost of Living Adjustment Information Website
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Check Out This Moving Piece Written by Executive Board Member & Director of Training & Legislative Affairs Patrick DeFrancisci.
WHY COPS CRY by Ret. Captain Patrick DeFrancisci
The first time you see the badge
You sparkle, and are not sad
It’s something that you’d aspire to
All giddy and happy, this is just for you
As time goes on, your decision is concrete
I’m gonna be a cop, and that can’t be beat
I know the dangers, I know the risk
But sitting at a desk is not just not my dish
You begin to get excited, maybe its gonna happen
Then the academy comes, tests, PT you need to be un-flappen
This is surreal, my dream came true
As they announce my name, the new guy in blue
You’ve joined a club, the biggest gang of all
The power in your hands, only a few accept the call
Midnights, days and special squads I think
Time will tell, they say it goes in a blink
What we see, you can’t imagine
That human beings do to each other, when life they abandon
My sons and daughters, my wife see the change
As anxiety builds up, it’s so hard to explain
You say, “I’m ok”, what a lie
Maybe they won’t see my internal cry
Just go to one funeral for a colleague in blue
Some spectators lined up, but there are so few
But they leave one by one, such a shame they will say
Tomorrow you’re still the cop, and they go about their day
As the numbers climb, turn a blind eye
There’s no support anymore, only the families to sigh
One bad cop who tarnished the badge
Now everyone pays, isn’t that so sad
The headlines proclaim it’s time to defund
As the murder rate rise, one by one
Criminals feel free to do as they must
There’s no penalty anymore, just a kick in the butt
The politicians fled, once by your side
An election is coming, I have to go hide
Demonic groups chanted and burned
But collected money they surely didn’t earn
Lies and propaganda, everyone got on board
Even big business shuttered the norm
We must follow suit, to keep up our greed
Not a single dollar went to those in great need
We all watched the cities in turmoil
When is it ok , to let them boil
Politicians use excuses with blame make it easy
Sit on the sidelines, yes they are sleazy
Hundreds fall victim to the new attitude
Body worn camera’s, will now be the new
But it’s too late, you chose your side now
We only answer calls, we’re no longer proud
No more proactive, that’s the new call
Can this really be how we will fall
What happened to my dream, stolen in one breath
Now I’m the enemy, is this a test
Who really suffers, not just the blue
It’s all of us now, this is so true
Put your career on hold or flee from the mess
I hate to say it, but I’m done with the stress
I’ve laughed and given it all to the end
No respect, no more left, this I can no longer pretend
Ask yourself who really won, in this charade
Now they come running back, all so afraid
We’ll give you just pay, a bonus to stay
But it’s too late, I found my new way
I may leave or retire, my time is now done
Please be careful, I have said to my son
Do your best, it’s not what it was
Just maybe change will come from above
Politicians and sell outs have made their mark clear
No one cares about you, they toast with their beer
Only you can choose, and ask yourself why
Will anyone care, Why Cops Cry
