The Good Cop Files: Extraordinary Sacrifice

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  1. Blizzard

    Blizzard thy kingdom come

    One of the most moving stories I’ve read in a while.

    The Good Cop Files: Extraordinary Sacrifice
    Written by Jason Morgan | Remnant Columnist


    The Right Choice at a Hard Time

    The Hancock family is moving. Their living room is filled with boxes, their possessions are being crated up to be sent ahead to an as-yet unknown destination. The devoutly Catholic family is leaving their Seattle-area home, that much seems certain. But when they join me for an interview early one October morning, they don’t know where they are going to end up.

    Jeff Hancock is losing his job. He has worked as a deputy sheriff for the King County Sheriff’s Office in Seattle, Washington, for twenty-four years. His record is exemplary. But he refuses to be injected with a COVID vaccine, and so he will be terminated.

    They have ten children, two of whom are studying at university—one at Christendom College, and one at Wyoming Catholic College. The future is, suddenly, up in the air.

    “This is where the rubber meets the road,” Mrs. Hancock tells me. “This is what living out our faith means, being faithful to Christ regardless of the cost, and even in the midst of hard times. I am really proud of my husband for making the right choice.”

    The “right choice” and the “hard time” are, indeed, linked. The reason the Hancocks are hurriedly packing up to move is that the family patriarch, Jeff Hancock, is losing his job. He has worked as a deputy sheriff for the King County Sheriff’s Office in Seattle, Washington, for twenty-four years. His record is exemplary. But he refuses to be injected with a COVID vaccine, and so he will be terminated.

    The kinds of people that most organizations in saner times would bend over backwards to keep on board are being eliminated from the ranks.

    “We asked for a religious exemption,” Jeff tells me, “but I have been told that even if they accept my religious exemption request, there will not be a reasonable accommodation made for me to keep my job. It is not clear why. I offered to do daily COVID testing and to wear extra PPE, but the answer so far is, ‘No’. I was told by the HR department that weekly and daily testing is too expensive and labor-intensive to track”.

    “The King County Sheriff is sending e-mails,” he continues. “We must get vaccinated or be fired. Hundreds of deputies initially refused. Dozens of deputies, it seems, will be terminated.”

    Firing the Best of the Best

    During our interview, I am struck again, with renewed immediacy, by something that has troubled me since the vaccine firings began earlier this year. Jeff Hancock is a model officer, in the front row of the very best on the job. Of all the men and women that a sheriff or mayor might choose to fire, Jeff Hancock, one would think, would be at the bottom of the list.

    The best of the best, those with the most upright moral character and strongest dedication to their calling, are the very ones who are getting pink slips in their lockers at the end of a hard shift.

    And yet, police officers like Mr. Hancock, along with firefighters, paramedics, nurses, doctors, airline pilots, and other exemplary citizens who put their lives on the line to serve others—the kinds of people that most organizations in saner times would bend over backwards to keep on board—are being eliminated from the ranks.

    The best of the best, those with the most upright moral character and strongest dedication to their calling, are the very ones who are getting pink slips in their lockers at the end of a hard shift.

    It would seem that the coordinated attack on police officers over the past several years has taken its toll. Perhaps this is partly why the best public servants are precisely the ones being shown the door.

    To give a sense of what things are like on the streets, Mr. Hancock relates a recent encounter. “I stopped by a grocery store while in uniform, and out front there was a family playing music to earn money. I paused to give them a little cash to help them out. Just then, someone yelled at me to leave them alone. Apparently, the assumption was that, as a police officer, I must be trying to intimidate or even harm innocent people.

    It is hard to remain hopeful for the future when even the children are being so influenced by the media-driven lie that the police are the enemy.

    “At a coffee shop on another occasion,” Mr. Hancock continues, “a woman saw my uniform and was clearly trying to maneuver in line so that we would pass each other as we inched forward to the counter to place our orders. When our paths crossed, she leaned in close and, in a barely audible whisper, said, ‘I support you!’ People are afraid even to express their support for the police in public.

    “The vast majority of the community I work in, sees us as an enemy,” Mr. Hancock tells me. “People taunt officers on the street, accuse us of killing minorities.

    “A low point for me was when I was working during a BLM rally/march that went through the neighborhood that I have been patrolling for the majority of my career. There were profanity-laced signs ridiculing the police. People were yelling profanities and denouncing the police as being racist.

    “The heartbreaking aspect of this for me was that there were no ANTIFA actors, or anyone you would expect this type of behavior from. The rally and march consisted of the homeowners and families of my district, not criminals or gang members. There were mothers pushing their children in strollers while a person on a loudspeaker chanted anti-police slogans laced with profanity.

    The irony is that I, and all of my fellow deputies, would give our lives for any of our fellow citizens, and even for those that curse and hate us. Our job is to serve and protect.

    “Shortly after that march I had a child of no more than nine years old come up and ask me why I like killing people. It is hard to remain hopeful for the future when even the children are being so influenced by the media-driven lie that the police are the enemy.”

    Why the Best Are Leaving

    Mr. Hancock’s dedication to his work is apparent. “The irony is that I, and all of my fellow deputies, would give our lives for any of our fellow citizens, and even for those that curse and hate us. Our job is to serve and protect.” He is quick to give credit to his wife for supporting him. “Behind every good cop is a saintly wife,” he says. “The prayers of my wife and family are what keep me going.”

    [​IMG]Mr. and Mrs. Jeff Hancock

    Why would a man who endures scorn and abuse, but who still risks his life daily to keep his community safe and who has the prayerful support of his wife and children, not just take the vaccine and continue in the work at which he clearly excels?

    Mr. Hancock’s moral analysis of the situation puts in stark terms for me just how dedicated so many police officers are to upholding the written, and the higher, law.

    “There are three reasons,” he tells me.

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  2. HeavenlyHosts

    HeavenlyHosts Powers

    It is an extraordinary sacrifice. God is with them all during this hateful trial.
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  3. BrianK

    BrianK Powers Staff Member


    The first “The Good Cop Files” story was about a good friend here in Virginia, the son-in-law and daughter of a nearby close friend:

    Saturday, June 19, 2021
    THE GOOD COP FILES: The Priesthood of the Streets
    Written by Jason Morgan | Remnant Columnist


    In a powerful way, the police of America have become surrogate fathers to the legions of fatherless children who grow up to eke out a life of crime. Gilcrest didn’t become a priest—but that is because God had much more urgent pastoral work for him to do.

    Morgan Gilcrest just started his career as a police officer last year. In July of 2020, as the country exploded in anti-police violence ginned up by the China-controlled media, Gilcrest walked into a regional police academy in rural Virginia and began training to do the job he does now: patrol the streets of America with a target on his back.

    Being a police officer is a calling. Time and again, police officers say that no one gets into police work for the glory or the money. Chasing after dangerous, drug-addled criminals—and then having to fend off defense attorneys who attack cops in court for keeping the rest of us safe—is not anyone’s definition of an easy desk job. You either love the work, or you quit early on.

    But for Morgan Gilcrest, being a police officer is a double calling. Before he joined the force, Gilcrest was in another kind of academy: a seminary, training to become a Catholic priest.

    “I grew up in California in a Catholic family,” Gilcrest says. “We went to Mass on Sundays, but we weren’t especially devout. However, as a senior in high school I decided I wanted to be a priest. I went to Franciscan University of Steubenville for two years and then went back to California to enter seminary.”

    Gilcrest chose the Archdiocese of Los Angeles, much closer to home than Ohio. He says that, while there were many good things about his experience there, after just one semester he had to admit that he was not happy in LA. He offered prayers during Novus Ordo Masses for the end of abortion, for example, but was told by his superiors to keep quiet about such things. He insisted on receiving Communion on the tongue, and ran into the usual resistance from those who prefer to manhandle Our Lord. The Catholic seminary is often no place for a believing Catholic.

    At a retreat for seminarians, Gilcrest remembers, a Modernist priest taught the heresy, a distortion of St. Matthew 15: 21-28, that Christ had to “learn” about His mission from a Canaanite woman. And at dinner one evening, a fellow seminarian called Gilcrest a “Pharisee” for pointing out that social justice problems were usually the result of sins. He was rebuked as “too rigid” by the Modernist majority, borrowing the favorite words of tolerance from the then-newly installed Pope Francis.

    While I am out on the streets, there is a real sense of being a sheepdog protecting the flock from the wolves.” - Gilcrest

    The only time he felt really free to discuss the Faith was with a Jewish history professor at the community college where the seminary sent men to study philosophy and other subjects. Gilcrest has a background in philosophy and so was able to ignore the anti-Catholic rants of Marxist and other atheist professors to whom the Archdiocese of Los Angeles had entrusted Holy Mother Church’s seminarians. Others, Gilcrest says, weren’t so lucky—the younger men had no philosophical training and so were defenseless against the lies of the hard-left academicians. But even that may have been better than being back in the seminary, where Gilcrest was often told that he was “talking about the Faith too much”.

    After a semester in seminary, Gilcrest had had enough of the anti-Catholic harassment. He went back to Steubenville. But he was still unfulfilled. He knew he had a calling, but the seminary apparently wasn’t it, and the Novus Ordo environment at Franciscan was also growing stifling. Then, one day, he found a Latin Mass online.

    “I knew, right then and there, that that was the Mass I wanted to celebrate if I ever became a priest,” Gilcrest enthuses. “I was able to find a missal online, too, so I would watch the Latin Mass and follow along in the text. I had heard from others that the Latin Mass was boring, difficult, old—but I found it absolutely beautiful. I couldn’t get enough.”

    Unfortunately, Steubenville didn’t have a Latin Mass at the time—“Franciscan is Novus Ordo to the hilt,” Gilcrest says—so he followed in the footsteps of a rebel Franciscan undergrad who started making trips to Pittsburgh to hear the Latin Mass at an SSPX parish there. “There was just that one student and myself going to the SSPX, but even so Franciscan University may have been worried about losing out to the Latin Mass,” Gilcrest adds. “So, they brought in a Swedish Franciscan brother to help with the Latin Mass that the university began offering once a month in Steubenville.”

    As Gilcrest tells it, the Swedish Franciscan had once been a Lutheran, but had been won back into the Church by the Latin Mass.

    Gilcrest grew into ever-deeper communion with the Church through the Latin Mass. He read everything he could get his hands on from SSPX. “Archbishop Lefebvre’s writings on the priesthood are profound,” Gilcrest relates, his voice lowering and his eyes lighting up. Gilcrest also began following the work of the Priestly Fraternity of St. Peter, as well as the videos by Michael Voris exposing corruption and Modernism in the Church.

    It was Voris, ironically, who introduced Gilcrest to The Remnant.

    “I found out about The Remnant when Michael Voris’ spiritual confrere Fr. Paul Nicholson attacked Michael Matt,” Gilcrest says. “I went over to The Remnant site and found so much great material by Matt, Christopher Ferrara, and others. I knew then that I was never going to bother with the Novus Ordo crowd again.”

    By the Grace of God, Gilcrest had come home. But there was still the question of his calling. He felt God was tugging at his heart, but he couldn’t figure out what he was supposed to do. On a trip back to his parents’ house, Gilcrest says that God revealed part of the puzzle in the negative: “I knew without a doubt that God was not leading me into the priesthood,” Gilcrest says. Another answer soon followed: Gilcrest began courting the woman who would become his wife.

    “I and my wife have known each other since we were kids,” Gilcrest recalls. “Her parents went to St. Thomas Aquinas College in California, and they often attend the Byzantine Rite Catholic Mass. My father-in-law is a devout Catholic gentleman. I knew, one day, that I would marry his daughter.”

    On Gilcrest’s first date with the woman whom he would wed, the final answer from God came. It was, as answers to prayers always are, completely unexpected.

    “We were on a trolley in Old Town San Diego,” Gilcrest remembers. “A man riding with us had his bicycle with him. At one of the stops he got off the trolley and mounted his bicycle. A few moments later he sped off, crossing a busy intersection at night against the traffic light. He was hit by an SUV and killed instantly. My then-girlfriend and I prayed for him, asking for God’s mercy at the moment of death. The police and paramedics arrived within minutes. I understood then that police work was what I was called to do.”

    Gilcrest worked a company job for a couple of years while he and his new wife established a household together. On his off days, he would often watch old episodes of the TV show “Cops” or go on ride-alongs with officers on the local police force. He learned that becoming a policeman was highly competitive, so he prepared intensively to give himself an advantage.

    The Morgan Gilcrest Family [​IMG]

    Family connections in Virginia eventually led to his and his wife’s moving across the country so he could finally start his new career as a policeman. In a hotel room halfway through their drive, though, Gilcrest was watching television and saw endless footage of the Democrat-driven chaos in America’s streets. He began to doubt whether he could follow through on his plans. “Can I do this job?” he wondered out loud.

    “My wife encouraged me,” Gilcrest says. “‘This is what you are called to do’,” she told him.

    Then Gilcrest added something remarkable. “Most of my cop friends are Catholics. There’s a wave of young Catholic men entering the police force. They sense the danger. They are stepping up.”

    Gilcrest recalls Ezekiel 22:30: “And I sought among them for a man that might set up a hedge, and stand in the gap before me in favor of the land, that I might not destroy it: and I found none.”

    “Catholic men are stepping into the gap, into the breach,” Gilcrest says. “The Novus Ordo seminaries are rotted out, but Catholics have found a new priesthood in police work. A new way to serve God and man, to stand up and protect the country and the people we love.”

    In his daily work now as a police officer, Gilcrest says he sees firsthand how much of what the media tells readers and viewers is fake news. “What is phoned in to a police office by the community is not always the truth,” he tells me. “People lie to the police for any number of reasons—to protect themselves, to cause trouble for hated family members or neighbors, or just to hurt cops.” The lies get taken up unfiltered and reported as truth by the media, Gilcrest says. He knows now more than ever that what is in the mainstream “news” simply cannot be trusted.
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  4. Ananchal

    Ananchal Vigilans

    I read stories like this and WISH I had the money to move the family and buy them a house in my neighborhood. Then if they couldn’t find a job, I would hope that I would then be able to help in any other way I could.

    I would rather they be given some of my tax money than illegal aliens.
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  5. AED

    AED Powers

    Beautiful story. Beautiful heroic young man. St Michael protect him.
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