THE NEWARK ENFORCER: TONY IMPERIALE

Out of the smoke and fires of the Newark Riots emerged a man who was a Giant. He was a no nonsense advocate of "law and order." He ruled the North Ward and provided "protection" for his neighbors, as well as several other community services.

He was known to all as Tony. His full name was Anthony Imperiale. He is still a legend even though he is no longer with us. Tony died Dec. 28, 1999 at the age of 68.

In life he had caught the eye of many. To some he was a baseball bat wielding racist, while to others he was a god.

Gov. Richard Hughes called his supporter "brownshirts." This was in response to Imperiales' street patrols in the North Ward. To his detractors Tony stated: "When the Black Panther comes, the white hunter will be waiting."

His patrols lasted for two years, ending only when he won a seat on the City Council. He later won a State Assembly seat as an Independent candidate, and a Senate seat as a Republican.

He established his own private detective and security service, and organized the North Ward First Aid Squad. He never denied an individual service because of race. If he could help someone he did just that.

For years Tony was a fixture in Newark's Columbus Day parades He always did something to get the crowd laughing or cheering for him such as driving a TANK on Broad Street. In another parade he dressed up as a gladiator and stood on a float with a very real Lion.

The badge pictured above is from Tony's enforcement enterprise. There are not many of these around, and certainly knowing some of the history makes it a real treasure.

NJ PROBATION COLLECTION: BERGEN COUNTY PROBATION BADGES

Bergen County is in the North East corner of the Garden State. New York is just across the Hudson River. People moved through Interstate 80 from the "Big Apple" to New Jersey, Pennsylvania and points West. On a rare occassion they got into trouble and had the opportunity to meet the fine members of the Bergen County Probation Department.

In the mid seventies Richard Nixon, after leaving office, purchased a hacienda in Saddle River located in this North Jersey county. I am not sure if he knew what a probation officer was or did, but as a pillar of the community, he had no contact with the fine officers from Bergen. That was his loss.

These guys were a good bunch. They could play softball, bowl and drink with the best. They were also very much into enforcement and looking out for John Q Citizen.

By the mid eighties this department had grown and among many needs were new badges for the troops. The Chief ordered a single sunburst style for himself, Assistant Chiefs, and Officers.

H Buchlien, in Newark was the maker, and produced a very fine badge that was gold in color, and had a NJ multi color seal at the center.

These badges stayed in service to 1994. At that time the State Judiciary combined all county departments into one State agency. Shortly thereafter the State issued their own badges to officer across New Jersey.

With the "retirement" of these county badges I can safely display a rank set. They are numbered 1, 2, and 4. Number 3 got away. These badges are in pristine condition. Naturally they are in a nice display case and are hanging on a wall in my den.

POLICE IN PERU: LIMA, CUZCO, & MACHU PICCHU

December 6th I took a break from blogs, badges and beer.



The wife and I got to do a two week trip around South America. It was guided tour, which was good as I didn't bring "my compass." into the jungle. Getting lost was easy at Iguassu Falls.

These falls are on the border of Argentina, and Brazil. Paraguay was just a couple of miles up the river. This is a long way from Rio de Janeiro where the trip originated.


Iguassu was spectacular. It was spread out over several miles. In that respect it wase seven times larger then Niagara Falls, and is a candidate for listing as one of the Seven Natural Wonders of the World. They get my vote! But I must note Niagara Falls is much closer to home.

After spending the night with nature I was guided by Ollie North to a remote airport. We then flew to Buenos Aires, which is not in the jungle. Here I slept in a Sheraton Hotel, saw Eva Peron's tomb, and the got hauled off to a cattle ranch to partake in a "Fiesta Gaucha" in the heart of the Pampas. Here I saw Gauchos, and ate their grilled beef.

At the end of the day it was "good bye ranch" and back to civilization for Tango lessons. The instructor was cute so I was motivated, but I only learned one dance step. That was when I held the girl in my arms. I didn't need to learn anymore moves. Naturally when things are going well the time in Argentina came to an end.

The next stop was Peru. Arriving in Lima the idea of checking out the local police hit me. I figured I could get a badge, a hat or at least a picture. I had a mission.

When I had a chance I discussed my thoughts with the Guide assigned to us in Lima. She discouraged me from approaching the police. I was on my own, and would not be discouraged. I notice several of Lima's finest near one of the million cathedrals that were on the itinerary. When the group headed for the big old Church, I moved in for a picture.

Now look at the basic patrol car that I found parked just outside the Church's gates. I had no trouble getting a picture of it, and I even got someone to take my picture too. As I moved closer to what might have been a station house the Guide found me. She made me go to Church for I had sinned. I also noted an officer in the rear of his vehicle stand up with a machine gun. The Guide was right. It was time to go to Church.

The next morning I flew to Cuzzco, about an hour, by air away, from Lima. Here a new Guide was assigned to us, and she was sympathetic to my mission. She intervened with several officers and made sure I got that picture.

Around the City Square I was fortunate enough to get a couple of officers to let me use my camera up close. The young lady smiled quite nicely for me, as did the "officer in charge." Things were looking better. I had some pictures, but no badge or hat.

The next stop was Machu Picchu. Here I learned that this location was more than a "Lost City" on top of a mountain; but a real City (hamlet) at the base of the mountain.

The Guide, knowing the language, did make a pitch for me with the local constabulary, explaining that I was a collector. The officers smiled, and shook hands, but requests for more than a picture met with the response: "Adios". That's Spanish for "No badge or Hat."

I did mange to learn that the state run police do not earn a good deal of money. The pay is in the area of $200. a month in US dollars. Teachers earn about $100 more a month. The farmer earns a fraction of these salaries. Bottom line is even with our economy that has gone "d.o.a." it is still good to be home. This was a good trip, and trying to get these pictures added to the fun. Hope you enjoy them.

NJ PROBATION COLLECTION: RANK SET OF ESSEX PROBATION BADGES

Essex County (N.J.) is where I grew up. It was where I started a career in probation in 1965. I had to purchase my own badge, due to budgetary issues, back then. Over the years I bought more than one. It is only natural that I obtained these badges from this department as part of my collection.

The four shields pictured represent the rank groups that were authorized badges. The four ranks are: Officer, Principal Officer, Assistant Chief, and Chief. These were the only badges issued in a uniform manor, with appropriate record keeping in place.

Prior to this issue of the pictured badges a few shields were purchased by the department, or officer, and recycled. This practice died in the 60's. From then until the late 80's everyone was on their own. Some officers did not have badges, but most purchased 'something.'

Uniformity was non existent. Officers purchased what they liked or what they could afford. The department maintained no records of these private purchases. In the late 1980's that changed, as the department approved the design in the badges pictured here. Records were also kept.

H Buchlien & Son made the badges in this rank set. They made the official badges from the mid 80's until 1994. Hard to believe that was fifteen years ago when the County probation departments became part of a State run system. The State took about a year or so to issue their own badge rendering these beauties obsolete.

There are not many collectors of probation badges. That makes obtaining them extremely difficult, but it also makes those that have been acquired a true treasure. These four have a prominent spot, under glass in my museum, and certainly bring back fond memories.

THE OLD COURTESY CARD

How many times have you heard someone say that they got pulled over for doing 98 in 25 mph zone, or something like that. Usually they exaggerate a little because, as they explain: "I had my old courtesy card my friend gave me." "The officer let me go with a warning."

Well in my life I never got pulled over for speeding. At least I won't admit it. My memory is very fuzzy on such subjects. I had to use my own cars to do the job. I had at fist a Chevy S/S with "four on the floor." I later graduated to the slick Pontiac Firebird. This one had an automatic "tranny" with the shift in a neat floor console. These cars could do a lot better than 98 mph, but there weren't many locations to do better than the speed limit,, except out on the highways.

There were a few major roads that skirted the City Limits. Down by the airport US 1, US 22 and The NJ Turnpike all came together. Newark Police patrolled these highways and effectively deterred speeders. The City was serious about this so, instead of buying the usual Ford or Chevy, the City spent some real dollars and purchased a couple of Chrysler 300's, with five speed manual transmissions. I understand these cars were outrun by nobody.

My specialty was parking. As a Probation Officer I found it necessary to park illegally in order to do the job, especially in Newark. It was just not safe to find a legal spot to park your car, and then walk a half block or so, to a poorly maintained 'walk up,' unlighted, multiple family castle. In situations like this the "Courtesy Card" was of no help, an official placard on the windshield only invited trouble, and occasionally the "ticket patrol" got you.

If you parked legally on the job there was a good chance you could lose your car. Newark on a few occasions has lead national statistics for auto theft. In addition to simple theft of a your vehicle there was a very real possibility of having the car vandalized. While you were interviewing some druggie in his lavish palace, his neighborhood pals could be: cutting tire valves, breaking a window, mirror, antenna, taking the battery, or just running a screw driver along the side of the car. This was common practice on the streets of Newark, and you had to find ways to deal with it. On many occasions the illegal parking spot was a good choice.

The logic behind unsanctioned illegal parking was for the officer (usually working solo) to get in, and get out as quick as possible. Do the job, and don't hang there any longer than necessary.

The problem with this tactic was the occasionally ticket. Dealing with that was preferred over losing the car. In these situations a sympathetic judge was better than the old courtesy card. Pictured above is a really old "NJ State P.B.A." card for local 3. This card was for "Honorary Membership" for the year 1945. It is in "like new" condition and, while not a badge, has a spot in my collection.

The badge, also pictured above, is "supposedly" from the "gang" that patrolled the parking meters around City Hall. It too is in excellent condition, although I have my doubts about it being authentic. I have had it close to thirty years so I think I will keep it as it reminds me of a few tickets obtained around City Hall, and Newark Municipal Court.

NEWARK COLLECTOR DELIVERED GET WELL CAKE FROM 1500 MILES AWAY

In the Sep. - Oct. edition of PC News, this writer displayed a picture of a badge from "Dreamland" in Newark, N.J. With the picture was a story about the famous Newark Roller Skating arena, that was turned into a Senior Citizen Home. The seniors had at least one guard to watch out for them, and that guards badge made its way into "the collection" about thirty years ago. It is from the late 1940's.

A fellow collector of Newark Badges saw the article and sent a very nice note regarding his memories of the area, and his responding as a Newark Police Officer to that location on many occasions. He is Frank Doneghy.

Since sending that note he and I have been trading emails. The badge talk has sparked memories of different people we both knew. Sharing those conversations, 1500 miles apart, has made the badge collector world move a little closer for both of us.

In Frank's last email he told me he was getting a "knee job" up near his home in Jersey. The surgery as I hear went well, and I surprised him with this cake.

My daughter, Denise, gave it to him as she is the nurse on his case. He was sure surprised with the explanation as to who arranged this Get Well Cake for him. I certainly hope it lifts his spirits.

FOR MARY: "YOUR BOSS IS CRAZY"

It was a cold November day when I heard a voice behind me in the County Parking Deck. The man calling said: "I have something for you." He opened his briefcase and he handed me two fine badges for the collection he admired - mine.

One of the "contributions" is pictured above. I showed it in a previous article. It's a Newark Hat Badge that was used roughly 1900 to 1920, and is in excellent condition.

The second badge was issued to the man prior to his appointment to the Superior Court. He is still a sitting Judge so it might be wise not to display that second badge here. He gave me these badges because of donations I made to the Newark FOP Museum.

I appreciated these gifts so when Christmas rolled around I just had to repay 'his honor'. I knew exactly what would make him happy - A badge that read NJ Superior Court and his name on top. I put it in a small box and had his secretary place it in the middle of his desk. I told her: "Don't say who brought this over (to his chambers).

Within 15 minutes my secretary, Mary, came into my office with a message. She said, "The Judge" called and said to her that: "Your boss is 'f........ crazy." That meant he knew where his little present came from, and that he liked it. He even took me out for lunch.

Both badges are secured under glass. They always remind me of that cold November when I got them, and that unique message acknowledging the gift. They also remind me of Mary. She ran my office, always watched my back, and helped me survive in my job.

I was lost when she resigned for greener pastures. That's life. We talked to each other to catch up on things once or twice a year. She even visited my home in Florida after I retired. Mary was a good woman, and a friend.

A couple of years ago during the Thanksgiving holiday she became a homicide victim. So much for greener pastures. What a shock, and what horrible timing. Then again there never is a good time to become another victim.

As Thanksgiving approaches I'll think of the good times when this fine lady worked for me. I'll also think of her when I look at a couple of very special badges in my little collection.