Quotes About Police

here, they looked as lifelike as any you'd find at Madame Tussauds wax museum. Even weirder: intermingled with the police was an assortment of what I'd technically define as thugs

England? The worst of all. You know, I do some business there, I have friends in England. Their flats are broken into constantly. The police come, they look around, they dust for fingerprints. Well, we know who it is, they say. Wonderful, who? The same ones who did it last time, they say.

Sir," said the young man in intense excitement, "a mystery has been committed!" "Ha!" said the Great Detective, his eye kindling, "is it such as to completely baffle the police of the entire continent?" "They are so completely baffled with it," said the secretary, "that they are lying collapsed in heaps; many of them have committed suicide.

Most of the blacks who took part in the riots of 1966 and 1967 apparently did not expect much in the way of tangible results. Fired up by conflicts with the police, they started disturbances that exploded suddenly, raged out of control, and then stopped before participants could develop much of a program.

our governments openly favored white supremacy and helped to create and maintain all-white communities. So did most of our banks, realtors, and police chiefs. If public relations offices, Chambers of Commerce, and local historical societies don't want us to know something, perhaps that something is worth learning. After all, how can we deal with something if we cannot even face it?

The first thing to understand is that the public peace – the sidewalk and street peace – of cities is not kept primarily by the police, necessary as police are. It is kept primarily by anintricate, almost unconscious, network of voluntary controls and standards among the people themselves, andenforced by the people themselves. ... No amount of policing can enforce civilization where the normal, casualenforcement of it has broken down.

No amount of police can enforce civilization where the normal, casual enforcement of it has broken down.

You're going to find this hard to believe, but cops aren't required to carry emergency condoms. Joe Morelli

Shirley's gonna be pissed, Gazarra said. She hates when I get shot. To my recollection, the only other time Gazarra was shot was when he was playing quick draw in the police station elevator and his gun accidentally discharged. The bullet ricocheted off the elevator wall and lodged in Gazarra's right buttock.

I figured I'd embellish the truth a little, since the police might not be up on the finer points of bounty hunterism and might not understand about commandeering.

Trenton cops wore more hats than I could name. They were arbitrators, social workers, peacekeepers, baby-sitters and law enforcers. The job was boring, terrifying, disgusting, exhausting and often made no sense at all. The pay was abysmal, the hours inhuman, the department budget was a joke, the uniforms were short in the crotch. And year after year, the Trenton cops held the city together.

Morelli opened a kitchen drawer, removed a gun, and stepped to the cellar door. "Wait," I said, "maybe we should call the police." "Cupcake, I am the police.

Rule three, never underestimate nosy neighbors. Mrs. Rupp called and wanted to know why you were standing in the alley, looking into her windows, and she was wondering if she should call the police. I explained it was most likely *my* windows you were looking in and reminded her that *I* was the police, so she needn't bother with another phone call.

Uh oh," Lula said. "Here comes Officer Hottie, and he don't look happy." Morelli moved behind me and curled his fingers into the back of my jacket collar. "I need to talk to you . . . outside." "I wouldn't go if I was you," Lula said to me. "He's wearing his mad cop face. At least you should make him leave his gun here." Morelli shot Lula a look, and she buried her head in the chicken bucket.

If she wasn't standing there, I'd grab you and shake you until the fillings fell out of your teeth. Police brutality. It has nothing to do with being a cop. It has to do with being Italian.

I don't mean to be critical of the Trenton police, I said, but wouldn't you think someone could catch this goddamn rabbit? He's riding around, handing out photos.

Not only did you steal my truck, but you parked it illegally." "You park illegally all the time." "Only when it's official police business, and I have no other choice … or when it's raining.

You don't look like a cop," I told him. "All the other guys wear suits." "I've been asked by the chief not to wear a suit. I look like a casino pit boss when I wear a suit. I don't inspire trust.

He was a cop. Got kicked off the force for demanding favors from prostitutes of both genders. We used to call him Morty the Mole because he'd bury his doodah in whatever hole was available.

Something's going down," I said to Morelli. "All the players are here. Maybe we should call the police." "I'm the police.

If she wasn't standing there, I'd grab you and shake you until the fillings fell out of your teeth. Police brutality. It has nothing to do with being a cop. It has to a do with being Italian.

We're taking Forest to the police station, and then I'm taking the minions home with me. I'll stash them in my apartment until someone springs Forest. They haven't put the carpet down yet, and Briggs is there to babysit.

Shirley's gonna be pissed," Gazarra said. "She hates when I get shot." To my recollection, the only other time Gazarra was shot was when he was playing quick draw in the police station elevator, and his gun accidentally discharged. The bullet ricocheted off the elevator wall and lodged in Gazarra's right buttock.

We should start with the basics: Police officers are unlikely to be held accountable if the prosecutors investigating and potentially prosecuting them feel indebted to them.