Quotes About Police

We've had a difficult legacy of 40 years, and cleaning up is not going to be a one day job. But we are engaged in a systematic effort, we have not allowed formation of new militia groups, and we are reforming the local police systematically so that there won't be abuse.

The Obama Justice Department put more police departments under federal control for alleged systemic bias than any previous administration had.

By swallowing the false narrative of systemic racism, we have demonized and criminalized police while turning criminals into civil-rights martyrs.

Like when that man was running down Broadway stark naked and we all had to eat in the cafeteria while the police tried to catch him.

Social policy that is coercive is the beginning of a police state.

When cops are on the job they love lawyers like lions love hyenas, only minus the mutual respect.

In his years as a street cop, homicide detective, and police chief, Jesse thought he had learned his lesson about hope. He knew better than most just how little purchase hope ever really has. -Jesse Stone

Bernard, it would have been a kindness to warn me that PC Plod was going to pay a visit.

That was Wield, a mind for all seasons. In Pascoe's opinion he was one of the best cops in Mid-Yorkshire, if not in the whole country. Sticking at sergeant had been his own choice, at first because he didn't want his gayness to become a promotion issue, and latterly, since setting up home with Edwin Digweed, because he had no desire to take any step which might disturb his domestic happiness. In an unprejudiced society, he'd have been Commissioner by now, thought Pascoe.

When economic power desires to be left alone it uses the philosophy of laissez faire to discourage political restraint upon economic freedom. When it wants to make use of the police power of the state to subdue rebellions and discontent in the ranks of its helots, it justifies the use of political coercion and the resulting suppression of liberties by insisting that peace is more precious than freedom and that its only desire is social peace.

Everything's changing now. It's all patrol cars and fewer feet on the beat. I hope they know what they're doing.

In spite of his policeman's conditioning, he clung to the belief he'd grown up with: that people, by and large, behaved according to how they were treated.

The police are not witlings; they will know that each of you may have had a private reason for your reserve not relevant to their investigation; but they will also know that if one of you was involved with Carol Mardus regarding the baby, and if you killed Ellen Tenzer, you would certainly have omitted her name from your list and you would not have identified the picture. So they will be importunate with all of you.

I think the police and the FBI are quite capable of sacrificing the rights of a private citizen to what they consider the public interest.

Well." Wolfe was judicious. "You were not under oath. The police have been lied to informally many times by many people, including me. The right to lie in the service of your own interests is highly valued and frequently exercised.

At last he said, "I've been fourteen years on the police force. I've learned from seasoned veterans. I've handled all types of criminal cases. But my wife, newly arrived from the backwoods of Ireland, manages to tie up all my unsolved cases for me with apparently no effort at all. I should just quit my job and stay home looking after the babies while you go out to work for us.

In Montana, a policeman will pull you over because he is lonely.

Before you are much older...you will have policemen here to stay. A magistrate will be next. Then perhaps even a jail. And the counterparts of those things are hunger and want, and misery and idleness. The night is coming. Watch and pray.

Ray Brinkman, who spent two decades in the trenches protecting patents, cheers each time the police subdue an anarchist. But Ray Brinkman, whom God stopped with a little backhand flick, is smashing glass.

The room was full of law. Apparently somebody on Younger's force had invited the state police to attend after all; the pack of technical men, with their cameras and chalk, powders and notebooks and little white envelopes, all seemed to professional, too sleek, too quiet and efficient to be any part of the local law. The local law was three dough-faced farm hands in rumpled blue uniforms, standing around the room looking for traffic to direct.

They felt that it was much easier and safer to rob their own people, for they knew that white policemen never really searched diligently for Negroes who committed crimes against other Negroes.

If you think I'm telling tall tales, get chummy with some white cop who works in a Black Belt district and ask him for the lowdown. When

With one sweep of his gorry blade three pleecemen's heads roled of into a heep. He shot another through the brane, another fell strangled, an' another, wot had a week hart, fell down dead at the horrible site. Only one was left.

All three cops stood there, reaching deep within themselves, ensuring that whatever moral substance they safeguarded in their most secret corners remained untouched as they looked upon the outrage.