True Stories From A Policeman's Notebook

True Stories From A Policeman's Notebook

These are true police stories.
The stories in this book are true, all of them. The names were changed to protect the innocent. But they are not a history. I wrote the facts down as I remember them happening, or as they were told to me, mainly by other cops or witnesses. With a few exceptions, I did not check them against written records or newspaper accounts. That, Iâ€™ll leave for historians.
So, for instance, if you want to know if â€œGhost Storyâ€ is trueâ€”it is. I wrote it the way it was told to me, by people who had no reason to lie. But if you want to know if there really was a teacherâ€™s ghost in the window, or if the schoolchildren were just seeing things, youâ€™ll have to make up your own mind. Your opinion on the nature of the actual events is just as good as mine. The only thing I can tell you for sure is that the cops who went there were very, very unsettled by the matter.

Some people want to read police stories with a Mickey Spillane theme: a hardened guy with a .38 under his arm and a whiskey glass on his desk, investigating a leggy dame in stiletto heels with a big chest that hides a heart as cold as a pawnbrokerâ€™s appraisal. Instead, this book is about the sort of cop who walks through fifty yards of gore and thinks about Socrates while he steps over human body parts. Much of the writing is about philosophy, and theology, and psychology, and such ruminations are there in the hopes of finding some meaning in this ocean of human tears.
This book isnâ€™t just about crime. Itâ€™s about life.
People want to know why Iâ€™d write a book like that.
How could I?
It was easy.

Here is an excerpt:
Laughing Boy seized this opportunity for his next strike against the mental stability of the station. The torpedo he launched, which hit the station squarely amidships, was another phony order. Over a forged Chiefâ€™s signature, the order said that in order to reduce the friction between the police and the transvestite community, officers were to take a special series of classes on transvestite issues. And to make the police more sensitive to the transvestite community, we all had to take the sensitivity training while wearing womenâ€™s underwear.
The phony order said that the police uniform supplier had requisitioned a large supply of womenâ€™s underwear, and everyone was going to have to go to the uniform shop to be issued womenâ€™s underwear: bra, panties, fishnet nylons, and high heels, all in menâ€™s sizes. Everyone was going to have to stand for inspection before the sensitivity training classes while wearing the womenâ€™s underwear, to make sure that no one failed to participate in this important community effort. Newspaper reporters had been invited to witness and photograph the event, so that a story about it would be properly disseminated to the community.
The uproar in the station was such that the Captain was called from home to quell the angry shouting and cursing. The Paris mobs in the French Revolution could not have been more dangerous, and had there been a guillotine handy, the Chief might have met the same fate as poor Louis XVI. But someone called a buddy in another station to ask how they were reacting to it, and it seemed a little strange that a Chiefâ€™s order would just go to that one station. Finally, everyone realised that Laughing Boy had pulled another comic triumph.
Country USA
Binding Kindle Edition
ReleaseDate 2011-05-10
Format Kindle eBook

Country	USA
Binding	Kindle Edition
ReleaseDate	2011-05-10
Format	Kindle eBook

True Stories From A Policeman's Notebook

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