Thruway Trooper

TPR. Seamus Lyons

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• Biography
• Autobiography

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• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 19 mars 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669871132
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 6 Mo

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THRUWAY TROOPER
PURPLE TIES AND DIVISION LIES
Seamus Lyons

 
Copyright © 2023 by Seamus Lyons.
Library of Congress Control Number:
2023905039
ISBN:
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978-1-6698-7114-9

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978-1-6698-7112-5

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978-1-6698-7113-2
 
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Rev. date: 03/17/2023
 
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
Chapter 1The Job
The Big Job (NYPD)
The Journey Begins
Graduation
Chapter 2New Beginnings
SP Monroe (Closer to Home)
The New Guy (Home)
Cases
SP Chazy
SP Monroe—2000
Chapter 3December 2001
Some Interesting Cases
12-06-02: Man, That’s a Lot of Heroin
June 2003: I Hope I Don’t Get Poison Ivy
Outlaw MC Clubs
Did You Smell That? 102 Pounds of Marijuana
Chapter 4Foot Pursuits
The Missing Evidence Scandal—2011
Teaching Advanced Criminal Interdiction Racial Profiling
Gordon Diggle, Wapakoneta, Ohio, Murder Suspect
The Race Card
The Price We Pay—March 2014
The Missing Evidence Continued
I Really Don’t Feel Well
Is That A Dead Body In Your Back Seat?
Ending Continued
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A culture of corruption amid the ranks through failed leadership and political interference. This is my fight to battle the ivory tower and a quest for internal justice and battle corruption. I was a highly decorated NY trooper who exposed scandals within my agency and would not lie for the NY State Police. This is my true story.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. Thank you -484.
—Theodore Roosevelt

The job is like a whore that will never love you back.
Without struggle and resolve, there is no progress. Even when wronged, believe in what is right.
—Seamus A. Lyons
On January 26, 1969, my beloved parents, James J. Lyons and Mary Theresa-Beacon Lyons of the Bronx, welcomed me into the Lyons family. I was given the proud strong Irish name of Seamus (James) Anthony Lyons, and I was the youngest of four siblings. My brother, Brian, was the eldest along with Gerianne and Mary Bridget. I would begin my new life in a small little town in Nanuet, New York, in what was considered upstate New York, Rockland County. It is located approximately twenty-five miles north of New York City. I came from a large Irish family and was considered middle class. Rockland County had its advantages and disadvantages. I was able to see firsthand how my parents wanted the best for their four children. My mother was a stay-at-home mom and did her very best to instill in me and my siblings what to expect in life and right from wrong.
My father was more of a disciplinarian but wanted the best for all his children. He had strong values, was a proud Irishman, liked his drink, and was a veteran of World War II. He would join the New York City Police Department in 1959 after his return from the navy and some miscellaneous jobs. I believe that was one of the many reasons he moved us out of the big city. He was seeing firsthand the drug epidemic along with crime on the rise. He again wanted what was best for the family and moved us to Rockland County, New York. It was the path from the big city to the suburbs. My mother, Mary T. Beacon, was an only child and grew up in Manhattan. My mother’s parents, Jimmy and Delia Beacon, were two hardworking Irish immigrants. Jimmy Beacon worked in NYC as an elevator operator. Delia Beacon worked many hard years in a factory in NYC in the garment district at the American Tobacco Company. They were my beloved grandparents. I miss them dearly.
My father’s parents passed away when I was very young, but I do have fond memories of them from when I was a small child along with stories told by my mother and father. My father, James Lyons, was a hard worker and was the youngest of four siblings. He had two brothers and one sister. He grew up in Manhattan and was part of the Manhattan Thirty-Eighth Street; old St. Gabriel Parish, now the Queens Midtown Tunnel. My father at a very young age enlisted into the navy because his two brothers were already serving during World War II. He served his time on a naval carrier in the South Pacific and returned home to marry my mother. My father passed away in 2009, and I was happy to spend time with him before he passed. I miss him every day and know he is with me in spirit.
I grew up in Rockland County, New York, in a small town called Nanuet, a hamlet situated in the town of Clarkstown. I lived in a middle-class neighborhood in a small four-bedroom cape home. I shared this house with two elder sisters and one elder brother. We all attended Nanuet schools and, for the most part, led a normal childhood. In my early years, attending school was fun and exciting for me. Like every other child growing up, I enjoyed TV, playing, superheroes, playing sports, and your average childhood activities. I attended high school in the late 1980s; I enjoyed my classes and, like everyone else, could not wait for school to be over.
In my early years, I found myself often bored and, for the most part, became preoccupied with after-school activities and hanging out with friends. I worked part-time jobs after school at an early age. The main purpose was to make extra money, and my parents were not handing out money. I always had a good work ethic and liked having a few extra dollars in my pocket. My father was the sole provider in my family, and my mother was the stay-at-home mom taking care of four children.
We did not have much money, but both my parents would do their very best to provide for us. My father would work and spend his hard-earned money on his children and paying bills. We didn’t take many vacations or trips, and if we did, it was as we got older and paid our own way.
In the late 1980s, I took the basic high school curriculum courses along with the basic outside courses offered at the time. It was primarily up to me to apply for college and set my goals. Don’t get me wrong, we had guidance counselors, but I never kept up with grades. I did get by with my steady B, C, and I did get the occasional A in one or two classes. I think for the most part the poor grades came from not applying myself and really not caring. When I was a freshman, I worked in a local paint store stocking shelves and, on other days, found myself working the night shift in a plant store for four hours. This made it difficult to continue to participate in sports and after-school activities. I attended school during the day and worked part time until 9:00 p.m. Afterward, I would head home or end up out with a group of friends. I never really put concentration in future plans or college.
The next day, I would do it all over again. I did this through all four years in high school but still found time to attend parties, hang out with friends, or attend the weekend football games. Working was fun for me because I was satisfied being independent, having money in my pocket, and not relying on others. Looking back now, I could have studied harder and applied myself to get a better education. Pulling the B and C average was easy in HS and occasionally the A when I applied myself. I don’t think I was lazy, but I became bored easily in school. The early years were more of a party atmosphere for me. Reflecting back now, I don’t really have any regrets. At times, I felt myself becoming easily distracted or just not being able to obtain and absorb all the information. Maybe I just had attention deficit hyperactivity disorder. I don’t really know. As I got older, it became easy for me to read and comprehend written material, and school was just something I wanted to get over with. When I applied myself, I really found myself successful and was even able to complete college and three separate police academies.
The majority of my teachers were understanding and really wanted me to succeed. I completed my classes and did not put any real thought in attending college. I just wanted to focus more on earning an honest living than attending college for another four years. I had many friends throughout my high school years and the following years after. I still keep in touch with many of them today.
Unfortunately, some have passed on, and others I have just lost touch with. In the early years, like most young kids growing up, I played T