Quotes About Police

It is the unrepentant worship of statistics that forms the true orthodoxy of any modern police department.

It is the unrepentant worship of statistics that forms the true orthodoxy of any modern police department. Captains

O]ne of the read truths about life in any police department: For a detective or street police, the only real satisfaction is the work itself; when a cop spends more and more time getting aggravated with the details, he's finished. The attitude of coworkers, the indifference of superiors, the poor quality of the equipment - all of it pales if you still love the job. All of it matters if you don't.

The San Francisco police force was deeply implicated in the murders of Moscone and Milk. Dan White was not carrying out SFPD orders that morning in city hall, but he was carrying out the department's will. He was no longer on the force, but he was one of them: their star ballplayer, their political representative, their brother. He knew all about the cops' murderous feelings toward the city's liberal leadership. He felt the same way. They had the will, he had the willpower.

The Mini was now trapped in a circular cage of police cars. A police helicopter hovered overhead, shining a spotlight on the Mini. There was no way out. came

Cops do this every day, rifling closets and digging through your dildo drawer.

Dave? This is John." "What are you-" Alive? "-in an ambulance or something?" "Yes and no. Are you still at the police station?" "Yeah. We were both-" "Have I died yet?

We can't hire gentlemen to serve as policemen," Williams acknowledged, "for $1.25 a day.

Heaven help us if we are not better observers than the police," I retorted. "We are scientists, trained in the art of observation," I reminded him. "So what do we observe here?" He sighed,

The biggest qualification to be a good police officer is to have a high degree of emotional intelligence.

In Berlin, a laundromat was raided because it was a front for a brothel. You know what tipped police off? Men doing laundry.

It's great to return to New Haven. My car was followed all the way from the airport by a long line of police cars with slowly rotating lights. It was just like being an undergraduate again. President George W. Bush Yale Commencement, 2004

Neither the state guards nor the municipal police stopped me. What they saw going by was no longer a man but the curious product of misfortune, something to which laws could not be applied. I had exceeded the bounds of indecency.

On the same day, two murders.

They are manned by gangs or narcotraficantes or police (who may also be narcotraficantes) or soldiers (who may also be narcotraficantes) or, in recent years, by autodefensas—armed militias formed by the inhabitants of certain towns to protect their communities from cartels. And these autodefensas may also, of course, be narcotraficantes.

The unsolved-crime rate in Mexico is well north of 90 percent. The costumed existence of la policía provides the necessary counterillusion to the fact of the cartel's actual impunity.

She knows how dangerous it is to trust anyone on La Bestia. There are thugs and rapists and thieves and narcos hidden in the ranks of la policía in every town, but it's not only the police who deserve their suspicion. It's every single person they meet—shopkeepers, food vendors, humanitarians, children, priests, even their fellow migrants.

another bank was robbed today, the third this month. The unusual robbers—

The police cannot protect the citizen at this stage of our development, and they cannot even protect themselves in many cases. It is up to the private citizen to protect himself and his family, and this is not only acceptable, but mandatory.

The park was a highly secure place for people to do drugs after dark, more secure even than homes and apartments. The police didn't make regular patrols because they were too busy answering 911 calls. Policemen were more likely to enter a user's building during the night, answering a domestic abuse call from down the hallway, than they were to make a pass through the Orange Park playground.

Jackson hung the piece of paper in O'Neal's locker without uttering a peep. When the Los Angeles big man saw it, he smiled widely. He had recently given himself a new nickname—"the Big Deporter"—for his treatment of foreign-born centers like Divac. Now he spun and told a reporter standing nearby, "I hear and see everything. I'm the police." Translation: It's on.

This 'vampire' stuff is to stay right in this room. Until we have the assailant in custody we say nothing about these girls being drained of blood. No more rumors. No reports in the papers," he added, looking directly at me and ignoring my colleague from the opposition press. "The official opinion at this time is that the cause of death is 'undetermined and under investigation'. We don't want to start a panic. It's bad for police operations. It's bad for the people. And it's had for business.

I'm not sure when "destruction" officially becomes a "rampage," but when that vampire started kicking down the buildings next to the police station I decided that we had a good old fashioned rampage on our hands.

Oh, well," the chief of police would say, "that's what you get for ignoring a sign written in blood.