Quotes About Police

those who have political power can count on someone coming to their aid - the police or the military or the mob or the family, or the royal guard.

Each cop knew his own vulnerabilities; Boldt, whose daughter had once been threatened, guarded his carefully.

In one city, a famous gangster robbed a bank of a thousand pounds and spent the whole lot on Wonka bars that same afternoon. And when the police entered his house to arrest him, they found him sitting on the floor amidst mountains of chocolate, ripping off the wrappers with the blade of a long dagger.

I would be—and will be—much disappointed in you if you ever simply injure a policeman. A wounded policeman is more dangerous than a wounded lion.

So far as I have listened, before a revolution can take place, the population must lose faith in both the police and the courts.

before a revolution can take place, the population must lose faith in both the police and the courts.

National Security, in practice, must always fall short of the logically Empedoclean infinite regress it requires for perfect "security." In that gap between the ideal of "One Nation under surveillance with wire taps and urine tests for all," and the strictly limited real situation of finite resources and finite funding, there is ample encouragement for paranoias of all sorts to flourish, both among the citizens and among the police.

Yesterday a Gay Rights demonstration occurred in Washington. Naturally, the Expert police estimate of the crowd (300,000) falls far short of the estimates given by the Expert organizers (1,000,000 or more.) Even in counting heads, people "see" in accordance with pre-established programs.

Back in the Vietnam War days, I attended dozens of anti-war demonstrations and the police's crowd-count never agreed with the organizers' count. My own observations never gave me clear reason to believe anybody's estimate. I don't know how people judge the size of large crowds, or how they can use techniques they sincerely believe have "objectivity." Even in looking at spilled marbles, I think people estimate very subjectively.

Or: you, an Afro-American, confront a cop who knows all, not sombunall, Afro-Americans are violent and dangerous. He uses excessive force. You get angry and fight back. You have just confirmed your suspicion about white cops — and he has confirmed his suspicion about Afro-Americans.

When the San Francisco Chronicle first computerized they had similar problems. I remember one story in which the Chief of Police, denouncing drugs, rambled off into a sentence about the thrill of meeting Mickey Mouse and Goofy. I assume that line came from another story but it made the Chief sound as if he had gotten into some weird chemicals himself.)

We'll let the B and E slide," Quirk said. "But corpses keep showing up in your area, we might cite you for littering.

Belson came into the apartment with some crime-scene people and two homicide detectives. "This guy," Charlie said, and looked at his notebook, "Spenser. He was impersonating a police officer." Belson glanced at him. "We all thought that," Belson said, "when he was a cop.

I explained to the desk sergeant who I was, and he got so excited at one point that he glanced up at me for a moment before he went back to writing in a spiral notebook.

went to see Quirk in his new high-tech office in the new high-tech police headquarters. "Wow," I said. "You must be catching a lot more crooks now." "We got so many," Quirk said, "they're asking us to slow down a little.

Corsetti pulled up and parked on 52nd Street in front of an apartment near the river. He put the cop light on top of the cruiser. "Keep the fucking traffic buzzards from hauling it off to the tow lot," he said.

Jeez, on those TV real-life cop shows they don't do this. They got all kinds of guys with microscopes and computers figuring shit out.' 'We're a small department,' Jesse said. 'We can't afford smart people.' 'This could be a total waste of time,' Simpson said. 'Ah,' Jesse said, 'you are beginning to understand the intricacies of police work.

Scott let Maggie out the rear, clipped her lead, and hurried to catch up as Sims and another Fugitive dick brought out Estelle Rolley. Rolley looked like a walking skeleton. Street officers called this "the meth diet." Cowly

The Los Angeles Police Department was surrounding their neighborhood like a gathering thunderstorm. A

The thirty-million-candlepower Nightsun was impressive, but Scott knew the helicopter's high-magnification cameras and FLIR heat imager gave the Air Support crew a much better view than their searchlight. Police officers, dogs, car engines, and anything producing a heat signature would glow on their monitor. Their eye-in-the-sky imager was the next best thing to X-ray vision, but it wasn't infallible. "When

the police could follow him without dogs or helicopters. As we banged down the stairs, I said, "There's a trail works south through the mountains to a subdivision above

a cop shouted our location to the people on the road. Krantz wasn't holding a gun, but his eyes were on Pike as if he were a down-range target. I expected him to start with our rights, or tell us we were under arrest, or maybe even gloat, but he didn't.

There are two crime scenes at every kidnapping. The first crime scene is where they snatch you, the second is where the cops find your body.

The first patrol car arrived in seven minutes; the paramedics three minutes later. Larkin thought it would end that night when the police finished their questions, but her nightmare had only begun. In forty-eight hours, she would meet with agents from the Department of Justice and the U.S. Attorney's. In six days, the first attempt would be made on her life. In eleven days, she would meet a man named Joe Pike. Everything in her world was about to change. And it began that night.