Bull in a China Shop
Greetings Governor Cuomo,
I’m mad as HELL and I’m not going to shut up about it! (Until someone steps up to the plate to do the right thing.) And that person is you — the fearless, big balled, Governor Cuomo.
But first, let me introduce myself.
My name is Nicole Bonelli, and I am a native Brooklynite/Staten Islander. (I’ve been living in Hawai’i for the last two years for the sake of some soul searching, but I anticipate my safe return once this nightmare is over.) I come from a tight-knit Italian/American family, and once I found out someone was partaking in risky behavior that could negatively effect my family and friends; I was pissed.
During a recent conversation with on of New York’s “Bravest” — I was informed straight from the donkey’s mouth that one of your fire fighters is having casual sex during a pandemic outbreak that is killing hundreds on a daily basis. His remark being, “You know I’m in a firehouse close to other guys, and around people in general. So no, it’s not irresponsible at all.”
How can we have faith in someone who can’t keep himself safe — in the city he was hired to protect?
I’m not writing to be a rat, because as the saying goes, “Snitches get stitches” — I am protecting the identity of this specific individual with the hopes that all frontline workers receive a credible voice dictating common sense.
I’m writing to you because I may not be fearless enough to run into a burning building, but I am fretless enough to speak up for myself, and my fellow New Yorkers.
We deserve better respect and care, and it starts with one voice. It starts with mine.
Best,
Nicole Bonelli
