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LEGENDARY TOUGH NEW YORK COP DETECTIVE JOHNNY BRODERICK, wearing the cap.

LEGENDARY TOUGH NEW YORK COP DETECTIVE JOHNNY BRODERICK, wearing the cap.

“The Toughest Cop in the World”

Here’s how Johnny Broderick handled ordinary smart guys. There were three of them, standing outside a downtown restaurant, looking for trouble. Johnny smacked them around for a while, then he picked them up one by one and flung all three of them through the restaurant’s plate-glass window. Then he ran them in for malicious destruction of property, and the judge gave them 30 days and made them pay for the damage.

Here’s how Johnny Broderick handled racketeers like Vannie Higgins. Dapper Vannie would come around to Madison Square Garden for a sporting night out on the town, and Johnny would be waiting for him every time, and Johnny would just pick him up and send him crashing through a phone booth and make him leave. Vannie complained about this to the fixers on several occasions, but it never got him anywhere.

Here’s how Johnny Broderick handled Legs Diamond, who blustered one night that he’d had enough of this Broderick and he was going to take the lousy copper for a ride. Word of this came to Johnny, who went out looking for a showdown and soon found Legs and his boys at Broadway and 46th. The boys fled at once. Legs gulped. Johnny dumped a trash bin over his head. Then he made him crawl away on his hands and knees as the whole Stem watched.

Here’s how Johnny Broderick handled Two-Gun Crowley. Crowley was holed up at West End and 90th, fending off tear-gas bombs, challenging 300 cops outside to come and get him. Johnny stomped upstairs by himself, bashed down the door, ordered Crowley to come along and marched him out by the scruff of his neck.

Johnny was a good family man who spent his evenings around the piano at home in Queens with his wife and two daughters, and often he’d go back to St. Gabriel’s parish in the old Gashouse District he’d grown up in and he’d sing “Mother Machree” in his beautiful tenor and all the old churchgoing ladies would nod and weep. Then he’d go to his job, which was being the toughest, two-fisted cop in New York City.

Broadway Johnny, the papers called him, the One-Man Riot Squad. He broke his knuckles so many times that X-rays of his hands were used as medical school exhibits. Fellow cops called him Cemetery Bait, and they were all astonished when he actually lived long enough to finish 24 years on the job and retire.

It was, in fact, felt by no few of Detective Broderick’s contemporaries that he plainly had an angel somewhere in the city. He was famous from the beginning for never bothering with a revolver or a nightstick. He used his fists, huge lethal pistons that could beat a man senseless in half a heartbeat.

Serving with the NYPD between 1923 and 1947, for over two decades John “Johnny” Broderick struck fear into the hearts of New York’s deadliest criminals working as a no-nonsense detective. Over his long and controversial career, Broderick earned over half a dozen medals for valor, a nod from the President of the United States and the begrudging respect of the criminal underworld who, when they weren’t referring to him by various expletives, referred to him as “the one man riot squad”.

Born in 1896 in the Gashouse District of Manhattan, New York, Broderick had a hard, unforgiving early life, quitting school at just age 12 when his father died so that he could drive trucks to earn money for his family. When WW1 rolled around, Broderick dutifully enlisted in the Navy and took part in his only known official pugilistic bout, ironically enough given his later reputation, being summarily knocked out in the first round by an unknown seaman.

At the close of the WW1, Broderick used the connections he’d made driving coal trucks to secure a job in the Teamsters union, where he eventually came to the attention of labor leader, Samuel Gompers. Gompers hired the 5 foot 10 inch, 170 pound Broderick to serve as his personal bodyguard after hearing stories about Broderick’s skills with his fists.

Broderick grew tired of being a bodyguard and in 1922 he applied to become a New York City fireman, passing the physical exam with flying colors. However, he soon became disillusioned with the nature of the work which he described as “boring”. Somewhat ironically, after quitting the fire department and enlisting as a police officer in 1923, the first thing Broderick did was rescue two children from a burning building hours into his first shift.

Times Square in 1943, when Johnny Broderick patrolled the area.

Times Square in 1943, when Johnny Broderick patrolled the area.

Heroics like these saw Broderick promoted from beat cop to detective third grade just three months after joining the NYPD. This was an impressive, almost unheard of feat that Broderick topped not long after by being promoted again, and then the year after that was promoted a final time to detective first grade in 1926. To put this in perspective, in just three years Broderick earned three promotions that often took regular officers their entire career to achieve.  The New York Herald Tribune noted that his rapid rise must have been the result of “extraordinary luck or influence or both”.

While rumors of backroom deals and connections from his time as a union man dogged Broderick’s meteoric rise through the ranks of the NYPD, stories of his penchant for doling out justice with his fists in an era when criminals often openly skirted the law earned him a great deal of goodwill with the public and his fellow officers. The newspapers particularly ate up Broderick’s exploits, gleefully reported stories about him attacking various criminals just because he could, whether he caught them doing anything wrong or not.

For example, Broderick became infamous for his habit of slapping known criminals upside the head with a rolled up newspaper. If that doesn’t sound so bad, it should be noted that the newspapers in question generally had an iron bar hidden inside, allowing him to beat suspects unconscious in broad daylight, but later still able to claim in court that he had only given them a playful whack with a newspaper.

Broderick was seemingly unafraid of even the most fearsome gangsters and was known to respond to the threats on his life by driving over to the gangster who made the threat’s house and attacking him. The most famous occasion of this was when high-profile mobster Legs Diamond was drinking one night with his cohorts and, after calling Broderick various uncouth names, stated he was going to “take Broderick for a ride tonight”.

Diamond and crew then began to hunt for Broderick to make good on the promise.  Other lowlifes who heard about it joined the entourage, eager to see the spectacle.

Unfortunately for Diamond, Broderick also heard about it and began hunting Diamond in turn. Newspapers later reported that soon enough Broderick found him at the corner of 46th and Broadway. Broderick approached Diamond and co. stating, “I understand you are looking to take me for a ride”.

At this point, Diamond’s bodyguard fled, leaving Diamond to face Broderick alone. With his wingman out of the picture and a whole crowd of underworld types looking on, Diamond tried to play the whole thing off, reportedly stating, “Ah, listen Johnny, can’t you take a joke?” It was at this point that Broderick punched him in the face and then unceremoniously dumped him headfirst into a nearby garbage can.

With so many criminals witnessing the mob-boss humiliated, and Diamond’s subsequent fall from underworld influence, the mayor of New York, Jimmy Walker, credited this incident as ending Diamond’s criminal career: “Broderick as good as killed Diamond with that garbage can stunt. It finished him as a leader.”

(Afterwards Diamond found himself the victim of several assassination attempts, often ending up in the hospital with bullet wounds.  After an incident in late 1931, while Diamond was in the hospital, police raided his house and found hard evidence he’d been bootlegging. He was subsequently given a four year prison sentence, but appealed the ruling and was let walk free.  This didn’t work out for him. Yet another assassination attempt was carried out, this time successfully as they put the bullets through his brain rather than his body in December of 1931.  Rumor had it that Democratic Party Chairman Dan O’Connell was behind the hit and that it was the police who carried it out.)

Serving with the NYPD between 1923 and 1947, for over two decades John “Johnny” Broderick struck fear into the hearts of New York's deadliest criminals ...

Serving with the NYPD between 1923 and 1947, for over two decades John “Johnny” Broderick struck fear into the hearts of New York’s deadliest criminals …

Such brazen tactics became Broderick’s calling card. For instance, during one of his more widely reported exploits, in 1931 Broderick boldly faced down Two Gun Crowley who had been trapped by several hundred policemen in an apartment.  A firefight soon erupted between the police and Crowley. When Broderick arrived, with a crowd that newspapers reported swelled to nearly 15,000 looking on, he simply strolled across the street with no cover and knocked on the door, reportedly with the following exchange,

Broderick: Hey, they got you, Crowley. Why don’t you give up?

Crowley: You know me good enough, Johnny.  You know the only way I’ll come out of here is shootin’

Broderick: Aw you’re nutty, Tell you what I’ll do: I’ll go around the corner for two hours. If you ain’t out by then I’ll come in and get you.

Later, after firing an estimated 700 rounds at the building and lobbing tear gas in, Broderick and co. ran back to the door and knocked it down. They found an injured Crowley (shot four times) inside.  He pointed his gun at Broderick, but rather than try to get out of the line of fire, Broderick simply approached stating, “Drop that gun, y’runt, and keep your hands in the air”. When he got close enough, he punched the injured Crowley in the face and disarmed him.

Another of his widely reported exploits occurred five years previous, in November of 1926, when he put an end to a standoff at The Tombs prison in Manhattan. In an attempted prison break, three prisoners, Hymie Amberg, Bobbie Berg, and Red McKenna, killed a guard and the warden and ended up trapped behind a coal pile. When Broderick arrived, rather than duck for cover as the rest of the police were doing, he grabbed a metal garbage can lid as a shield and sprinted towards the shooting criminals.

From here, the news report that came out directly after the event stated the criminals in question saw it was Broderick coming at them and simply committed suicide instead of face him… However, the truth seems to be that once Broderick got to them and started firing at close range, they fled the coal pile and, now without cover, were gunned down by the police.

Yet another tale of this John McClane style, Hollywood-esque policeman reported in the news was an instance where he did a very un-Hollywood thing that resulted in a car containing five armed gangsters flipping over during a high speed chase. How? He leaned out of a police car travelling at high-speed and, instead of aiming at the occupants as is generally the moronic strategy in movies, he simply shot out one of the tires.

Broderick’s exploits didn’t go unnoticed by celebrities who began requesting Broderick’s services as a bodyguard when they visited New York. This culminated in Broderick being personally asked by President Franklin Roosevelt to lead his protection detail when he attended the 1936 World Series. Similar requests were made by the Queen of Romania and the King of Belgium when they were in town.

Despite his fearsome reputation, somewhat questionable crime fighting tactics, and how famous Broderick was nationwide at the time, Broderick was known to be a generally humble, down to earth guy when he wasn’t on the job. He almost never talked to the press about any of his heroic acts, except through official police reports. He also refrained wholly from smoking and drinking and typically spent his free time at home with his wife or exercising at the gym.

This not drinking or smoking bit was an important one to him, as told by one of his friends, Toots Shor, who owned a pub in town.  One night Shor claimed he called Broderick up as actor Edward G. Robinson was in his pub and wanted to meet Broderick in person.  You see, Robinson had played Broderick in the 1936 movie Bullets or Ballots.

Far from being excited to meet the actor, Shor stated Broderick told him, “Tell him I don’t want to meet him. Tell him I oughta flatten him.”

Confused, Shor responded, “What’s eating you?  Robinson’s a fine guy.”

To which Broderick said, “Yeah?  Suppose I had let my kids go see that picture- and they had seen him, playing the part of me, actually taking a drink and smoking a cigar?”

Broderick was also a complete teddy bear when it came to women and children, never hesitating to walk young women home at night if they felt unsafe and offering his services as a bodyguard, free of charge, to women who’d been victims of domestic assault, occasionally visiting their former partners to “teach them a lesson”.

In one instance, the New York papers reported that Broderick beat up several young men who had been harassing women on the street.  Then, for good measure, Broderick tossed them each through windows so that he could arrest them for malicious destruction of property.  It was reported that they all got 30 days in jail for the charge of destruction of property.

If you’re guessing from all this that Broderick’s career was marred by controversy, you’re correct. However, it should be noted that his abusive treatment of those he felt were criminals (whether they were or not) wasn’t that uncommon at the time for police.  It wouldn’t be until a couple decades after he retired that the New York police force would try to curb this type of behavior, starting to give training courses for their officers in respecting people’s civil rights. But during Broderick’s time, gangsters were often able to flaunt their crimes with little risk of actually being punished in any meaningful way due to paying off the right officials. This left some members of the police seeing it as their duty to dole out justice when the justice system wouldn’t.  As former assistant chief inspector Walter Henning noted in 1966, “They had rather be locked up than to meet Johnny.”

Nevertheless, Broderick took excessive force to a whole new level.

In one instance in 1937, the New York Supreme Court even had to step in, freeing a prisoner long before his sentence was complete. Why?  Think Captain Hadley / Bogs in Shawshank Redemption. They stated in their ruling that Broderick had “beat him so badly that he will be a cripple for life. I think this man has more than expiated his crime.”  On top of the severe beating, the man was given no medical attention while in police custody.

Yet again, Broderick got off scot-free.

On top of this, the Industrial Squad (later repurposed as the Gangster Squad) of plainclothes officers Broderick led for a time was frequently cited for excessive force- not against trying to break up crowds of strikers by breaking various parts of said strikers’ bodies.

In one instance in 1926, the American Civil Liberties Union accused the Industrial Squad of attacking the Interborough Rapid Transit Company workers, seriously injuring 20 of them, for no reason.  Broderick claimed it was self defence, as he did in many other such instances.

Of course, the Industrial Squad didn’t always intervene in strikes and there were several accusations over his career that Broderick and his fellow officers on the squad often offered to “protect” the strikers from such beatings (and look the other way when strikers attacked scabs) if the union officials would pay them for it. In each instance, however, Broderick and his crew were cleared of all charges or in other cases no action was taken to investigate the accusations.

It should be noted here that Broderick was known to walk around wearing thousand dollars suits, drove a Cadillac and owned a luxurious apartment in Queens he somehow maintained on a $4000 a year salary.

He was also known to have many connections with the controversial Democratic Tammany Hall political machine.  Beyond that, journalist Francis James Westbrook Pegler noted that while Broderick didn’t hesitate to beat up many known criminals he encountered on the streets, other times, he casually looked the other way for no apparent reason, “there were many low characters in the city, notorious for their activity in the rackets, who were walking right past Detective Broderick on the street and in the lobby of [Madison Square] Garden, whom he did not find any occasion to bounce around.”

However, due to the public perception of his unflinching dedication to duty (whether an accurate portrayal or not), Broderick was seldom reprimanded for his actions and the numerous complaints filed against him for assault and excessive force were largely swept under the rug. Even lawsuits against him, which weren’t that uncommon, were typically thrown out by judges who were friendly with, or juries who admired, Broderick and his efforts to clean up the streets of New York.

But there are always limits, and after years of these complaints piling up, Broderick was demoted in 1934 to the rank of patrolman. It was reported by journalist Westbrook Peglar that the demotion was because Broderick “has enjoyed for some years the endorsement and assistance of some of the most pernicious Tammany politicians in the city.”

Within a few years of this, he was reinstated to detective but the problems didn’t go away and by 1947 he was very quietly forcibly retired from the police force by Mayor William O’Dwyer amidst accusations that Broderick was in cahoots with gangsters. You see, it was discovered that in November of 1946, Broderick had accompanied ex-convict Ben Kaye to Hot Springs, Arkansas, where the pair met up with mobster Owney Madden for undisclosed reasons.  Broderick later denied that there was anything fishy about this, stating that he frequently associated with various gangsters and other criminals to keep tabs on what was going on with the criminal underworld in New York; it was just part of his job.

After retirement, Broderick made an unsuccessful bid for political office in 1949, but the aforementioned reason why he retired came to public light and his political aspirations went down the toilet.  He then sold the rights to his life story to RKO Pictures. A script was made, tentatively called “Broadway’s One-Man Riot Squad”, and actors hired, but they never got around to making a film based on his life due to budget concerns.

After that he settled into the life of a gentleman farmer outside Middletown  and retired to a farm where he raised horses and dogs.

Johnny died in his sleep at his home in 1966 at the age of 70 with newspapers across the nation hailing him as “The Toughest Cop in the World.”

His obits still vividly remembered the One-Man Riot Squad of all those years earlier, and the Police Department took pains to make it clear that old Johnny was a dinosaur from another age, certainly no one who could ever fit into the enlightened modern 1960s. “He was a man of his time,” reflected a veteran inspector who had known him for years. “Under the restrictions of today, he’d have a difficult time doing the things he did.

  • Broderick’s love of prizefighting saw him become good friends with heavyweight champion Jack Dempsey who often asked him to serve as his bodyguard during fights at Madison Square Garden and was once quoted as saying “I’ll fight Johnny anytime in the ring with its rules, but I wouldn’t fight him in an alley for a million bucks.”

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  • XCIA

    Reminds me of an old acquaintance, DS John Rex Hughes (deceased). Formally navy, a boxer of some renown started his police career at the wharf police station in Quay Street. In the 70’s, he headed the robbery squad that sent a multitude of criminals to the big house. He was feared by criminals who called him “spike” because of his haircut, but his loyalty to his men was without question as long as they followed orders. I recall we were all up on the 8th floor and Hughes was there with his wife, a friend and his wife to enjoy a few drinks before going out for the evening. It was quite noisy and seated opposite him was a party of about ten who were rather loud with their obscenities. Hughes asked them on two occasions to tone it down and on the third attempt, he asked the main offenders to accompany him outside. I later learnt that he had taken them in to the toilets, knocked them out, sat them down on toilets and shut the cubicle doors.

    • Gazza

      As a young Cop in the 90’s John was an absolute legend for those of us that aspired to be in the CIB. I had the honour of working with him briefly when I was still on the job when he was a PI and when I left the job I did a little bit of work with him as well. He was one of those guys that had a certain presence about him and he commanded respect which we gladly gave…..XCIA remind me, was John involved in the investigation of the Basset Road Machine Gun Murders? If memory serves he was?

      • XCIA

        Yes, he was at the scene………….

  • Wasapilot

    I don’t know where you find these stories Lux, but keep em comin’.

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