In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
When I had the store, some people nearby were moving something. Slow day, a Sunday or something, the truck was a little bit in the road, they were careful to have it marked and someone there.
Police came and said you can't do that, you need a detail.
We were running a corrupt business [in Boston] and hiring cops to do details, come into the club and arrest people [we wanted out]
We were stealing money hand over fist through [not paying] taxes and so forth
Never being cited for being late closing
(My own complaints– though let me mention I voted for the police officer raise at town meeting, as well as keeping the chiefs positions in civil service–
* not coming when our neighbor took down our fence
* not doing anything when I was threatened by Army labs security )
Dad has a much more specific complaint:
Stopping me with a bloody siren when I'm taking my children to school.
'your sticker is expired'
I was mad enough to kill him.
To this day I see him on details
from sergeant on down everyone gets on those juicy details
In the days when they had foot patrols in neighborhoods, you didn't have these problems, because they knew what, and who, and how.
Corrupt police organizations also.
[punish holding one's own to account]If you do that again you'll be pounding a beat out in Brooklyn
I don't think in Los Angeles they ever had people on foot