NYPD 1st Precinct

no one answers the precinct phone, how do you get in touch?

Have an emergency? Is someone stalking you, calling you non stop? threatening you that they are going to your house to hurt you? (woman at the precinct is witnessing the texts, calls, voice mails) — don’t come here. As I filed a police report on 2÷14÷15 the woman (some DC37 civilian worker) taking my report looked at me and said «oh he’s just blowing off some steam» without any consolation — I didn’t even really know who my harasser was! Then she said «hopefully someone will call you back» in which case I think she trashed my report since I haven’t heard anything from the NYPD. HORRIBLE

A dear friend was detained and brought to this precinct. He called me to go get his belongs. 15 min later, I arrived and the officer at the front door was polite as can be. I explained to him that a friend just called me asking me to pick up his belongs and as I was explaining this extremely RUDE man dressed in regular clothes tells the officer that I cannot go in. I explained that I was given permission to come get his belongings and I just traveled in the cold to do so. The officer explained to me that the gentlemen without uniform is the chief Sargent and he couldn’t let me in. Now, from my story this chief Sargent was not dressed, I had no idea who that was, the Sargent didn’t even bother to speak to me, snuck behind me, cut into our conversation to say NO! You would think after NYPD are always on the news they would finally understand how to deal with the public. I almost gave up until I received another call from my dear friend and his arresting officer giving me permission to go pick up his belongs. I had to ask the arresting officer to come get me at the door because it’s very unfortunate to say but I didn’t not feel comfortable and quiet frankly I was scared and I know it was going to be a problem if I went back to the door after being declined entrée. The arresting officer had to come get me at the door and briefly told the officer at the door that it is up to the arresting officer to give permission to pick up a persons belongings. It’s a shame that this officer has door duty and he does not know what the rules are. He did explain that he was new and apologized, but either way you would expect someone to know what comes with door duty. Wait I’m not done… As I was leaving another officer was coming in and I moved out of the way trying to polite. This officer tells me to come on out in a very condescending manner and if you have ever visited this precinct before you know the front door is guarded by police dividers. They opened them when I was coming in, but coming out I had to open them myself. Huge sigh!!! I was very frustrated. I hope NYPD can get it right one day. This isn’t right and I’m not a man, I’m was not being aggressive and all I kept getting was rude and arrogance that I was not asking for. If I could right this review without a star I would have. Tisk tisk…

Spent hours retracing my steps in the early evening yesterday, Sunday, in hopes of finding my wallet under the numerous Tribeca and Battery Park City benches I’d availed myself to under the day’s brilliant sunshine. No such luck. Dinner would be missed.
So today for a few brief moments my curmudgeon exterior was in peril, thanks to Officers Breslin’s «We found your wallet» voicemail, and Officer Bryant’s slaying of the NYPD lost and found computer serpent system to release my wallet — $ 50 AMC Theatre gift card in tact. I rarely have interactions with the NYPD, but both officers were cordial, professional and cool like the good cops you see on TV, taking deliberate effort in explaining things… certainly friendlier than my last Citibank teller encounter even.
In a past economic time, I would’ve had a round of cheeseburgers delivered to the precinct.

Its a police precinct, pretty self explanatory.

I was booked once at the 1^st Precinct, for a civil disobedience action in the late 90s; a number of us «sat in» for the community gardens, down in front of Borough of Manhattan Community College, and naturally we were arrested. I guess we were at the precinct a few hours, but fortunately there were too many of us to transport down to Central Booking (see my review) to put through the system. (There’s safety in numbers!)
When we were finally released, we all went to dinner at Thai House Café, which is sadly no longer there. (It was at the corner of Hubert and Hudson streets.)

This is not the best Precinct I’ve ever dealt with, and I’ve seen quite a lot throughout my life :) The officers were focused on me rather than the report I was filing. I wish I could do that online some day, I prefer to catch some eyes in different places. But — it was all done briefly and I was served with some meals and spring water which was not bad at all. One of the guys offered me to give me a lift. Probably, next time :-)