1912 – 1952
In the Flattery family, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups: the in-laws, who married in, and the outlaws who had no choice. Any way you slice it, we all owe a debt to a society in which an Irish could apply.
Decades of Rosaries
Jack, Bob, Pat, Alice
Peg, Ellen, Michael, Maureen, Kathleen
Paul, Trish, Kevin, Meghan, Bill, PJ
Meghan, Maggie, Joey, Caitlyn, Rory, Kyle, Kristin, Ryan
Caitlyn, Erin, Neil, John, Brendan, Sean, Tom, Kelsey, Molly, Cassidy
Tatum, Caroline, Dalston, Oliver, Nora, Felix, Thomas, Flynn, Heath...
The Flat Foot’s Progress
Henry Flattery entered the NYPD on October 25, 1915.
His sharp wit and flat feet quickly assured his position as top detective at the head
of eight homicide squads in Jamaica, Queens.
His career spanned four decades of New York crime history.
These are some of his stories. The names have not been changed.
Innocence is not a thing.
In 1912, before the talkies, before dames could vote, before you even ask “who’s your daddy,” our mother tongue was Flattery. Lucky for Henry when he got off the boat – he spoke the language.
From a bicycle cop whose job it was to ticket reckless buggy drivers and overparked carriages, Henry Flattery (“Foffe” to a rapidly decreasing population) grew to be one of the most respected members of the New York City Police Department, a captain who participated in over 200 investigations and who was retired in 1952. Henry Flattery is one of the few top officers admitted to the Police Honor League during a time of outrageous corruption, graft and greed.
The high points in the lives of most men have to do with successful business deals, with acquaintanceship with celebrities, with the creation of works of art. Captain Henry Flattery’s memories are studded with anecdotes involving the round-up of infamous bandit gangs, the capture of homicidal maniacs, the bluffing out of telephone kidnap threats. The big names that are noted in his book won their notoriety through the questionable channels of thievery, murder, forgery and arson. (ed. note: this crap is lifted straight outta the tabloids.)
In his retirement, Henry was a security officer in one of Manhattan’s most famous hotels, ensuring the safety of celebrities, dignitaries, athletes, politicians and ordinary citizens. He died in 1972, leaving a legacy in its sincerest form.