IT WAS a cop killers’ day – or should we give lice the benefit of the doubt and call it an alleged cop killers’ day?
In The Bronx and Brooklyn yesterday, three sub-humans went before judges, and you have to wonder what happened to that creaky dinosaur called the death penalty for killing a cop.
Truthfully, the death penalty just doesn’t exist here – and the sooner we face that, the better.
“He’s not a killer, he’s a good boy,” Domenica Brancato said of her son, “The Sopranos” actor Lillo Brancato, who, with his pal Steven Armento, is charged with killing Officer Daniel Enchautegui.
Mrs. Brancato is a sad woman who has been inflicted with a special pain by the worthless kid she sacrificed to adopt.
Lillo Sr. was asked how did a kid who had everything go so wrong.
A shadow fell over his pale face: “I just don’t know what happened.”
Officer Joe Nolan of the 40th Precinct regularly partnered with Danny Enchautegui.
“This nasty kid made more money from films and TV than the average cop would make in a lifetime. And yet he’s there when one of the best guys I ever met would be murdered. What’s Brancato’s excuse?”
Then, a short train ride to Brooklyn, we saw another example of a twisted human being. He is Marlon Legere, who on Sept. 10, 2004, ended the lives of Detectives Pat Rafferty and Bobby Parker.
I will never forget the devastating night I sat with Pat’s widow, Eileen, and their three children.
When I last spoke to her, she said: “You just don’t heal. We are all trying to get there, but we are not there yet.”
Now this whole death-penalty thing is a farce. You hear the death penalty threatened on TV shows like “Law & Order” – but there won’t be an execution in New York ’til Hell freezes over.
The last execution in New York was in 1963, and the bleeding hearts would beat their breast bones to a pulp if a cop killer was ever given the juice-jab.
Why don’t we just face it: There is no death penalty in this state. Why continue with this canard?
Of course, if this were Texas, these three scums in court today would be on an express train to hell.
steve.dunleavy@nypost.com