My Blue Polyester Prison
July 8, 2015 9:25 AM Subscribe
The NYPD uniform is as iconic as it is polarizing. Wearing it makes me a target for both praise and censure—neither of which I, in most cases, did anything to deserve. My character becomes a many-sided die, the cast contingent on the preconceptions and experiences of whoever is looking. With each person I encounter I wonder how it’s going to be: Am I an oaf? A hero? A pawn? A tyrant?An anonymous female NYPD officer reflects on what it's like to wear the blue.
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