While deescalation remains dripping from the tongues of law enforcement administrators from sea to shining sea, street cops everywhere are getting a good belly laugh and probably a pain in their collective bottoms at the same time. Why? Because a huge number of street troops have already been doing amazing deescalating for years without any need to have so-called “scientific- based techniques and stratagems” rammed down their gullets. Continue reading Podcast: Deescalation Ain’t New; Cops Have Been Doing it for 200 Years and more.
When is the last time you went out for a good run or even a decent jog?
Here’s my educated guess. See if you think it’s anywhere close to accurate whenever you went out for your last run or jog or even a brisk hike. My guess is that you didn’t do it the last time a cop stopped you for anything… a broken tail light… you forgot to put your new license tags on… or seatbelt… the kid’s not in a restraining device or chair… you’ve got too many bird droppings on your windshield. Anything.
You didn’t run, because you knew you hadn’t done– what? Committed any other infraction other than the relatively minor one the officer had stopped you for in the first freaking place. No parole or probation violation, no priors that could suddenly land you back in the slammer. No rape, robbery or carjacking for which you’re presently being sought. Nothing but too many bird droppings on your windshield. Continue reading Podcast: Have You Ever Sprinted and Read Tea Leaves at the Same Time?
Not long ago, one of the great cops I have ever known told me that, often, the troops on his shift at the San Francisco P D have calls that are stacked 10 deep. As a Sergeant, Adam Plantinga said it’s up to individual officers to determine, as best they can, which calls to respond to first or, quite possibly, not at all. 10 calls deep, for God’s sake.
And that’s just the start of their shift.
I’d imagine that is not an infrequent quandary for cops in busy districts and precincts in every metropolitan area of the country. By the end of their shifts, many calls just never get answered and fade away like so many fuzz balls billowing out of sight on a lovely spring day.
Then, it dawned on me how unbelievably many calls for police are total and complete bull jive. Continue reading Podcast: Cops and coronavirus; Things Will Never be the Same. Here’s why.
When I read the headline in the L.A. Times, it just didn’t quite compute in my pea brain. What the heck did it mean? Police fear suicide by cop cases. So, they’ve stopped responding to some of them. Mmm. Now this I wanted to read for sure.
It started out thusly–and ominously. “Before George Quinn wrapped a chain around the rafters of his wood shop and hanged himself in June, he had texted his sister goodbye. “This is the hardest part,” wrote the reclusive 63-year old master carpenter, who lived alone with his elderly cat, Sam in Graeagle, a northern California mountain town. “Sorry for everything,” he wrote. “You should call the Plumas County sheriff and have them go to the garage”.
In an amazingly good book of short stories called “Sticky Fingers”, author J. T. Lawrence writes about a veteran police detective who’s investigating the murder of a husband seemingly by a much abused spouse who’s been beaten so severely her lips are double their normal size. One eye has been punched, totally shut and perhaps permanently lost, broken teeth, so many broken ribs the medicos haven’t been able to determine the exact number…a fractured pelvis, etc., etc.
All she’s been able to mouth in the E. R is “I killed him”–and as the cop is trying to maintain himself in the midst of such physical horror, he can’t help but wonder how many, many times this woman with “one beautiful eye” had been beaten before. How many ribs have been broken on top of how many ribs…how many times has she had one eye, or both, punched to near blindness? Continue reading Podcast: If It Looks Like a Duck, and Quacks Like One–Look and Listen Again…