My Father's Gun: One Family, Three Badges, One Hundred Years in the NYPD FROM THE PUBLISHER
In this memoir about three generations of New York City policemen, Brian McDonald chronicles a hundred years of dedication and disillusion, heroism and tragedy behind the "blue wall of silence" that separates a cop from the rest of the world. His grandfather, Thomas Skelly, entered the department in 1893, when the NYPD was little more than a brutal gang of organized enforcers and the city was run by Tammany Hall, a corrupt political machine that could make or break an honest cop's career. His father Frank's career would span from World War II through the sixties, taking him from street cop to squad commander of the 41st Precinct. Better known as "Fort Apache," it was a place from which few cops emerged whole. His brother, Frank McDonald, Jr., went on to become a decorated officer, waging an undercover war on drugs and crime that would ironically lead, in 1987, to the most agonizing choice a good cop can make. McDonald also talks about the women: the mothers, wives, and daughters who took extra jobs to help make ends meet - while waiting for the phone call that would tell them the worst. And he shares his own struggles with the personal demons that nearly destroyed him.
FROM THE CRITICS
Irish America Magazine
...[A] beautifully written tribute to the boys and men in blue....[A] wonderful tale of loyalty, service and family values.
Publishers Weekly
Armed with an old, slant-keyed Underwood instead of his fathers .38 Special service revolver, McDonald throws the windows open on the insular society of New York City cops. Rendered with a brooding elegance, this memoir of three generations of policemen unfolds against a background of savage urban crime that drives even the most idealistic cops crooked. During his grandfathers rounds at the turn of the century, the department was known as the most corrupt, brutal, incompetent organization in the world. Sixty years later, and a long way from the bawdy corruption of Tammany Hall, McDonalds father struggled at the command of a South Bronx precinct emptied by the white flight of the 1960s. As kosher markets folded up and heroin claimed the streets, wave upon wave of virulent crime taught cops that the difference between good and bad was often a matter of taste. Trying himself to tell good from evil in his familys history, McDonald notes that the job had a way of crushing virtuous traits under the heel of a shined brogan. Dad finally traded his badge for the workaday comfort of an airline security post, while brother Frankies volcanic Irish temper nearly lost him, in a booze-fueled racist outburst, his badge. Observing such human wreckage through the eyes of a journalist, McDonald offers bluntly that the NYPD was a trash compactor that squashed lives and spat its members out broken and defeated. This is an unsparing document of the thin line in law enforcement between heroism and infamy. (May)
Library Journal
McDonald's first book is about three generations of his family, each of which produced a New York police officer. He does a good job of describing the inner workings of each generation of the department as seen through the eyes of his relatives. At the heart of the story, though, is his brother, Frankie, who was a talented police detective, and himself. MacDonald chose journalism, but not before he backed away from a life of petty crime. Frankie was involved in a racial incident that cost him his first gold detective's badge, and he spent years back in uniform earning his badge a second time. His struggle to raise a family and still be a good cop--which sounds like a losing battle--contrasts with MacDonald's youthful irresponsibility. MacDonald's "war" stories do not compare to those in Peter Maas's Serpico (LJ 12/73) or Joseph Wambaugh's The Onion Field (LJ 9/1/73), and they are offset by a lot of family history, but the mix makes for a very human and readable story. A good alternative selection for criminal justice collections and acceptable for general readers.--Robert C. Moore, Raytheon, Sudbury, MA Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
Irish America Magazine
...[A] beautifully written tribute to the boys and men in blue....[A] wonderful tale of loyalty, service and family values.
Terry Golway - New York Observer
McDonald gets the culture right. He gets the fear right. He gets the heroism right, too. In essence, this is an authentic and honest book about people so many of us know very little about.Read all 6 "From The Critics" >
WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING
An absorbing, extraordinarily well-written, moving, exciting and sometimes funny history of generations of New York City policemen. It allows us to see cops in a new light, one that helps us to understand and admire them. -- (Stuart Woods, author of Orchid Beach and Worst Fears Realized) Stuart Woods
My Father's Gun is a must read for every cop family. As a writer I applaud Brian McDonald's fascinating and beautifully written tapestry of experience and history. As a 20 year NYPD vet I welcome this incredibly heart-felt and intelligent peek behind the blue curtain. It turns the white-hot light on the inner lives of cops: from back alleys, to precinct back rooms, to their own bedrooms and the people they love and hurt the most. -- (Ed Dee, author of 14 Peck Slip and Nightbird)
Ed Dee
With My Father's Gun, Brian Mcdonald has written a cop book unlike any other, one that explores police life on the home-front as well as the front lines. As Brian McDonald traverses three generations of his own family's history in the New York Police Department, he gives readers an unprecedented and indelible portrait of pride and heartache, volcanic rage and pensive solitude-the whole range of human emotion that is usually hidden by the "thin blue line. My Father's Gun is as compulsively readable as the best crime books, but it plunges immeasurably deeper than they do into the soul. -- (Samuel G. Freedman, author of The Inheritance and Small Victories) Samuel G. Freedman
My Father's Gun is a wonderful, wonderful book. It is a unique look at an Irish family's hundred years with the police department. It is unflinching, joyous, sad, angry-and full of love. -- (Peter Maas, author of Underboss and Serpico) Peter Mass