The timing of this entry is somewhat ironic. I wrote The Fall not long after Saginaw voters approved the first 5-year public safety millage back in 2006. I’ve always felt that police work is a job that revolves around extreme highs and extreme lows. In fact, I think this emotional pendulum is what attracts many cops to this line of work, or at the very least, it is what forms them into the people/police officers that they eventually become.
The Fall, in my mind, really put an exclamation point on the highs and lows of law enforcement. One day I found myself back in the saddle, riding the emotional high of the passing of the public safety millage, which meant, for me, job security, and an overall sense of well-being, knowing that the Saginaw Police Department would be able to function at decent staffing levels for another five years (NOTE: voters in 2010 approved another 5-years renewal of this millage, as well as a slight increase to keep up with inflationary type costs). However, as author George Cantor said of Detroit sports fans within the pages of The Tigers of ‘68 ” . . . behind every strip of cheery wallpaper there is an awfully big glob of paste.”
This day described in The Fall is one of the many “big globs of paste” which have punctuated my career as a cop.
The teen who is the subject of this chapter was like many teens I deal with - young, black, angry and in the process of ruining his life while not caring one bit that he is doing so. Sometimes I think that many of the thousands of troubled teens in Saginaw have been shown no other path in life other than the path of self-destruction, so while they are tearing their lives apart they really do not realize it. When you know nothing of success, failure is a predetermined and natural course in life. How can you show somebody right from wrong if the only thing they’ve known in life is wrong?
Anyway, during my interaction with this teen, I really did consciously think to myself “I’m going to try one more time - I can reach this kid.” Sometimes my mental dialogue as a cop (and I assume the same holds true for other cops) really is that simplistic. And for a moment when I was trying to reach this kid, time really did screech to a near standstill as I battled for his attention, his understanding and, in turn, his very future. Only when his mother informed me that he had been to the police department earlier in the day because of a previous shooting, did I realize the futility - again - of my efforts. I can only assume now that this kid is either dead or locked up. After 17 years, I might follow-up with the roughly 3% of the kids that I actually reach during the course of my job. Sadly, I just really don’t even want to know anymore about the 97% I fail to help.
Next up is “First on Scene.” I will try to update more frequently here (once a month is my goal), but I have been busy working on a new book and it has taken up a considerable amount of my spare time. That book, by the way, is the “hockey” side of “hockeycop,” and is a historical book about the old International Hockey League of the 1960s, 70s and 80s. If you are a hockey fan, that yet-to-be-named book should be available in about September of 2011. Based on the interviews I’ve already conducted with former minor league players, coaches and media people, this book should really be something.
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