Mark Raposo
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47 appearances
1 recordings
1 series
first heard Mar 2025
last heard Mar 2025
Mark Raposo’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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A male identifying himself as a police officer is breaking into a boat. Here's Mark Raposo. I think at that point, I'm probably already putting two and two together.
And it's George wearing a black Marine SRT shirt, sweatpants. He's there in his own car.
And I don't even think he has a radio. What is going on here? And I'm already going, oh, man, give me a break. Like, why did I have to be working right now, you know?
He just shows up and he just says, I'm looking for drugs. I know there's drugs on the boat.
George, what the fuck are you doing? What is this? Well, they got drugs. My CI says there's drugs on the boat.
I'm like, whoa, and I immediately start to back out, back out of the boat. And I think I tell George, hey, George, get out of the boat, get out of the boat. And I tell one of the crewmen, lock the boat, close these doors, don't let anybody in here.
You know, is this really what's, is this really happening? What did it look like? It looked like a drug rip. It looked like a drug rip. It looked like something out of a fucking movie. A drug rip. Pretty much bad guy robbing a drug dealer. That's what it is. Except in this instance, the bad guy is a cop.
Snitch, informant, CI. You didn't want to be labeled a rat. Not around here.
You live and die in this business on informants and information.
You know, George is a street guy. Reputation is kind of a reckless and wild guy. He made a lot of contacts on the street, made a lot of brazen, bold moves on the street, chased people into houses, searches, extraordinary amount of vehicle searches.
When I got the job, I was ecstatic. I loved being on the water. I loved everything about the job. The boats, the waterfront, the people, the fishermen. The best job in the department, in my opinion.
You get to ride around on boats in the summer. You get a take-home car. You're diving. You're not dealing with, you know, you're dealing with some fishermen, but you're not dealing with very difficult people. That job was a prize.
So to my surprise, when I start hearing George's name being floated around, I can't even really believe it. He doesn't know how to run the boats. He doesn't dive. He doesn't know anything we do down there at all.
And the worst of it all is we're wearing shirts that say New Bedford Police. Like, what the fuck are you doing? We're not even in our city. We're guests over here. What are you doing?
Now I'm nervous now because he's in there. My gun's in there. And he's hanging out of our hotel room window screaming, suck my dick loud. Like loud.
Well, he's done after this.
The only reason George was there is because they look at a piece of paper, and if those numbers are high, that's it. It doesn't matter the baggage that you bring. Nobody cares about what you did or what rules you bent to get them at that point in time. That would put you on the top, bring in numbers, numbers, numbers.
He would mention that he was always working to cultivate informants because his real goal was to get into narcotics, but they would never take him there.
There were CIs who were even reporting this stuff back to certain people, and still nothing was getting done. CIs that were telling guys in the drug unit that this kid is doing stuff that he ain't supposed to, and it just carried on and on and on.
George picked his people he would deal with, specifically due to their immigration status.
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