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POST-GAZETTE, MARCH 12, 2010 Page3 POST-GAZETTE Pamela Donnaruma, Publisher and Editor 5 Prince Street, P.O. Box 130135, Boston, MA 02113 617-227-8929 617-227-8928 FAX 617-227-5307 e-mail: Website: Subscriptions in the United States $30.00 yearly Published weekly by Post-Gazette, 5 Prince St., P.O. Box 130135, Boston, MA 02113 USPS 1538 - Second-Class Postage paid at Boston, MA POSTMASTER: Send address changes to the POST-GAZE'ITE - P.O. Box 130135, Boston, MA 02113 James V. Donnaruma Caesar L. Donnaruma Phyllis F. Donnaruma 1896 to 1953 1953 to 1971 1971 to 1990 Vol. 114 - No. 11 Friday, March 12, 2010 GUEST EDITI)RIAL WE LIVE WITH SILENCE AND WITH STRANGERS by Sal Giarratani Following the killing recently of a 71-year-old store clerk in Dorchester on Dudley Street, the Boston City Council called for a hearing on February 24 TM on in- creased security at bodegas and corner stores by potentially helping owners purchase surveillance cam- eras. City Councilor at Large is quoted in the media stating, "We have the responsibility to do everything we can so we don't have to have this situation happen again in our city." Then, on the following day, a check-cashing store located next door to BPD's Special Operations unit was robbed at gunpoint. No one was injured, but two men wearing masks and black hoodies ran off with the cash. Police were on the scene in minutes. Police downplayed the robbery saying the "location is irrelevant." By the time the robbery was phoned in, it was over. Two men enter a store seconds away from a Boston Police unit and still robbed the place. If a live clerk isn't a deter- rent, why would anyone fear a camera? At the check cashing store, the workers are shielded by a wall and probably bullet-proof glass with a camera picking up anything inside. It is easy for politicians to propose more cameras in- side shops but it is seemingly irrelevant to public safety and robberies. It is also easy for the City of Boston to be re-active to this violent behavior recently. The real answer to the violence and robberies is a stronger partnership between the community and the police. Both have to work together to make neighbor- hoods safer. It is a two-way street. A neighborhood is only as strong and as safe as people work to make it. The community isn't buildings, it is people. Right now, it would appear that outlaws think they can get away with anything. When neighbor after neighbor stand to- gether and police their community, it will get better. Talking about it or passing foolish resolutions at City Hall is a fear good gimmick disguised as public safety. Folks need to know their neighbors and watch out for one another. Our neighborhoods are our business. Back in the day when I was growing up in Roxbury, people watched out for each other and cared about each other. Today, we live separate lives next to each other. The fabric of a community is weakened by this modern pathology. We need the police protecting us, but all of us are the eyes and ears of the community we each call home, and the police need us to communicate our fears and concerns with them. When we are pro-active, we keep the concept of community alive and well. LETTERS POLICY The Post-Gazette invites its readers to submit Letters to the Editor. Letters should be typed, double-spaced and must include the writer's name, address and telephone number. Anonymous letters are not accepted for publication. Due to space considerations, we request that letters not exceed two double-spaced, type-written pages. This newspaper reserves the right to edit letters for style, grammar and taste and to limit the number of letters published from any one person or organization. Deadline for submission is 12:00 noon on the Monday prior to the Friday on which the writer wishes to have the material published. Submission by the deadline does not guarantee publication. Send letter to: Pamela Donnaruma, Editor, The Post-Gazette, P.O. Box 130135, Boston, MA 02113 MARTIN DEMAI"rEO JR. Martin, DeMatteo Jr., of Hingham, formerly of Wellesley and Milton, passed away on March 3, 2010. He was the beloved husband, of 68 years, of Rose (Tomasello) DeMatteo. Devoted father of Marty DeMatteo, Duchie Murphy and her husband Philip, all of Hingham and Claire Taylor and her husband, Richard of Maryland. Brother of the late John DeMatteo, Mildred Sardella and Pasquelina Centofanti. He is also the loving grandfather of 9 grandchildren 14 great-grandchildren. He was the Retired President and CEO of M, DeMatteo Construction Company, Quincy. Founder and Signer of the Charter & Director of The City Bank & Trust Company, Boston. Founder and Developer of RESCO (Refuse to Energy Systems Company) Saugus. Founder, Developer & Operator of Green Mountain Park, Pownal, VT. Late member of the Knights of Malta. Former member of the Ancient & Honorable Artillery Co. of MA, the Board of Directors of the Don Orione Home, East Boston and the Knights of Don Orione. Active in Catholic Charities of the Archdiocese of Boston. Life member of The Hundred Club of MA, Inc. and late member of The Neighborhood Club of Quincy. Expressions of sympathy may be made to The Don Orione Nursing Home, 111 Orient Avenue, East Boston, MA 02128 or The Juvenile Diabetes Foundation, 60 Walnut Street, Wellesley, MA 02481. Funeral Mass from the Resurrection of Our Lord & Savior Jesus Christ Church, in Hingham, Massachusetts and from Alfred D. Thomas Funeral Home in Milton. May he rest in eternal Peace. My Brother Dominic by Sal Oiarratani Growing up with a younger brother who was close in age to me, we often did things together and shared the same friends. No one ever just said Dominic or Sal. They would say Dominic and Sal. We were two years apart in grade school and the nuns were Often comparing us with each other. My brother was very outgoing and I, sur- prisingly, was a quiet kid. We both looked like our fa- ther but not like each other. We were altar boys to- gether and we played base- ball and softball together. Both of us were infielders. He played second base and I was a lefty and, therefore, a first baseman. Oh, yes, he was slim and I was kinda fat. We had good times together growing up and also had our spats as all brothers do. As we got older we remembered our childhood and how life treated us then and contin- ued to treat us. We mourned together when our parents passed away. My brother really took to his Sicilian roots traveling to Sciacca twice to meet long lost cousins. He listened to Italian CDs while driving in his car. He reminded me more and more of our father. I on the other hand traveled to Ireland to visit where our maternal grandparents came from to arrive in Bos- ton. I talked a lot and cer- tainly had developed the gift of gab as an adult. I love listening to Irish music and religiously tune into the Irish Hit Parade every Saturday afternoon. Today, I look more and more Italian the older I get and love that too. No one mis- takes me for an Irishman. It is the secret side of me. My brother always wondered why that happened to me. I have to admit when I dress up, I do look very Italian and with the way my hands flair around, there doesn't seem to be a trace of Ireland in me. I do belong to both the Italian-American; and the Irish American police officer associations. And I discov- ered there are many gaelic- garlics out there, enough to be considered a sub-ethnic group of its own. I am thinking all this be- cause shortly on March 5, I will mark the third anniver- sary of my brother's passing. It was sudden. He died in his sleep while visiting his son and I in Texas. My nephew and his wife just had a baby boy in January. He will be:. named Dominic IV after his father, grandfather and great grand- father. In September my nephew Dominic will be coming up to Boston with his family to christen Dominic IV at Mission Church'and I will be the baby's godfather as I was my nephew's years ago. I feel bad my brother isn't here to see Dominic IV as I am sure he would be so proud. I know he's looking down on his family below. I often feel lost without my brother. I am the last of my own family and all my memories are now within me. I still laugh when I think about how my brother's politics and mine were so in synch. We gave up on talking religion since that subject we were not in synch. My brother wasn't just my brother but my closest friend and the person I trusted most in this life. We grew up very much the same yet different. He had his hu- mor too. We both loved the Three Stooges. He was more deadpan and I was Curly Howard. When I do my stand-up at clubs, I do a lot of that Italian family humor and my brother often makes my skits. 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