Saturday, September 01, 2007

Whats The Accusation Now?

Death In Custody
Jackson said she could see that the officer, who was joined by his partner seconds later, was saying something to Green as he handcuffed him and put him in a police car. The officer then drove to the lot where the chase began.

Jackson said that she saw an ambulance arrive at the lot five minutes later, and that she and her friends went to see what happened.

"We saw them taking the boy out of the police car and put him in the ambulance," she said. "He wasn't moving—he didn't look like he was alive."

OPS is investigating so there must be an allegation of wrong doing.


Anonymous said...


If you guys are really tired of the usual ghetto drama, Chicago Police Department bufoonery, and have a huge amount of athletic ability, courage, and firearms proficiency read on.

The Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) has a serious recruitment drive for applicants with prior SWAT type experience.

The FBI is seeking to beef up the Hostage Rescue Team (HRT). If you have an undergrad degree and can pass a polygraph regarding national security issues, integrity and drug use you should look into it. The maximum entry age is 37, at the time of appointment. Experience as a CPD SGT would be a definite plus.

If you have the right stuff check out the FBI webpage for additional information.

Former 222 Beat Driver Now a Working 1811 Federal Criminal Investigator

Anonymous said...

In custody deaths are always investigated by ops and the area det division.

Anonymous said...

Confessions of a COP

I am a cop. That means that the pains and joys of my personal life are
>>often muted by my work. I resent the intrusion but I confuse myself
>>with my job almost as often as you do. The label "police officer"
>>creates a false image of who I really am. Sometimes I feel like I'm
>>floating between two worlds. My work is not just protecting and
>>serving. It's preserving that buffer that exists in the space between
>>what you think the world is, and what the world really is.
>>My job isn't like television. The action is less frequent, and more
>>graphic. It is not exhilarating to point a gun at someone. Pooled blood
>>has a disgusting metallic smell and steams a little when the
>>temperature drops. CPR isn't an instant miracle and it's no fun
>>listening to an elderly grandmother's ribs break while I keep her heart
>>beating. I'm not flattered by your curiosity about my work. I don't
>>keep a record of which incident was the most frightening, or the
>>strangest, or the bloodiest, or even the funniest. I don't tell you
>>about my day because I don't want to share the images that haunt me.
>>But I do have some confessions to make:
>>Sometimes my stereo is too loud. Andrea Boccelli's voice makes it
>>easier to forget the wasted body of the young man who died alone in a
>>rented room because his family feared the stigma of AIDS. Beethoven's
>>9th symphony erases the sight of the nurses who sobbed as they scrubbed
>>layers of dirt and slime from a neglected 2-year-old's skin. The
>>Rolling Stones' angry beat assures me that it was ignorance that drove
>>a young mother to draw blood when she bit her toddler on the cheek in
>>an attempt to teach him not to bite.
>>Sometimes I set a bad example. I exceeded the speed limit on my way
>>home from work because I had trouble shedding the adrenalin that kicked
>>in when I discovered that the man I handcuffed during a drug raid was
>>sitting on a loaded 9mm pistol.
>>Sometimes I seem rude. I was distracted and forgot to smile when you
>>greeted me in the store because I was remembering the anguished,
>>whispered confession of a teenager who pushed away his drowning brother
>>to save his own life.
>>Sometimes I'm not as sympathetic as you'd like. I'm not concerned that
>>your 15-year-old daughter is dating an 18-year-old because I just
>>comforted the parents of a young man who slashed his own throat while
>>they slept in the next bedroom.
>>I was terse on the phone because I resented the burden of having to
>>weigh the value of two lives when I was pointing my gun at an armed man
>>who kept begging me to kill him. I laugh when you cringe away from the
>>mess in your teen's room because I know the revulsion of feeling a
>>heroin addict's blood trickling toward an open cut on my arm.
>>If I was silent when you whined about your overbearing mother it's
>>because I really wanted to tell you that I spoke to one of our high
>>school friends today. I found her mother slumped behind the wheel of
>>her car in a tightly closed garage. She had dressed in her best outfit
>>before rolling down the windows and starting the engine.
>>On the other hand, if I seem totally oblivious to the blood on my
>>uniform, or the names people call me, or the hateful editorials, it's
>>because I am remembering the lessons my job has taught me.
>>I learned not to sweat the small stuff. Grape juice on the beige sofa
>>and puppy pee on the oriental carpet don't faze me because I know what
>>arterial bleeding and decaying bodies can do to one's decor.
>>I learned when to shut out the world and take a mental health day. I
>>skipped your daughter's 4th birthday party because I was thinking about
>>the six children under the age of 10 whose mother left them unattended
>>to go out with a friend. When the 3-year-old offered the dog the milk
>>from her cereal bowl, the dog attacked her, tearing open her head and
>>staining the sandbox with blood. The little girl's siblings had to pry
>>her head out of the dog's jaws - twice.
>>I learned that everyone has a lesson to teach me. Two mothers engaged
>>in custody battles taught me not to judge a book by its cover. The
>>teenage mother on welfare mustered the strength to refrain from crying
>>in front of her worried child while the well-dressed, upper-class
>>mother literally played tug of war with her toddler before running into
>>traffic with the shrieking child in her arms.
>>I learned that nothing given from the heart is truly gone. A hug, a
>>smile, a reassuring word, or an attentive ear can bring an injured or
>>distraught person back to the surface, and help me refocus.
>>And I learned not to give up EVER! That split second of terror when I
>>think I have finally engaged the one who is young enough and strong
>>enough to take me down taught me that I have only one restriction: my
>>own mortality.
>>One week in May has been set aside as Police Memorial Week, a time to
>>remember those officers who didn't make it home after their shift. But
>>why wait? Take a moment to tell an officer that you appreciate their
>>work. Smile and say "Hi" when he's getting coffee. Bite your tongue
>>when you start to tell a "bad cop" story. Better yet, find the time to
>>tell a "good cop" story. The family at the next table may be a cop's
>>Nothing given from the heart is truly gone. It is kept in the hearts of
>>the recipients. Give from the heart. Give something back to the
>>officers who risk everything they have.
>>author unknown....

Anonymous said...

The Keesing Bandit says----

They better beef up the Hostage Rescue Team, because they left Joe Airhart for dead. Asshole Feds!!!!
Courage??? Are you serious??? They ran like little bitches.

Now, kees my ass you fool!!!

Anonymous said...

I applied online for the FBI. I am a CPD officer and I have a law degree. They never called me back. I guess I don't meet their qualifications, too bad I couldnt take the pay cut anyway...

Anonymous said...

08:36:00 PM


Aren't these the same clowns who killed an innocent woman holding a baby at Ruby Ridge?

Anonymous said...

Wow sounds like some guys left comments that just have to be addressed.

The Detective Airhart Shooting - FBI/Hostage Rescue Tem was not on the scene. The local FBI Chicago Field Division SWAT Team was on the scene along with CPD/HBT personnel. Exempts on the CPD and SES personnel on the FBI made the decision to not storm the apartment and instead negotiate with the shooter. Both FBI Special Agents and Chicago Police Detectives were on the scene from the beginning. So it appears if there was any running for cover it involved both CPD and FBI personnel running.

The Randy Weaver Shooting.

The incident on Ruby Ridge could have ended a lot different if Randy Weaver had not murdered two US Marshals deputies doing their job like CPD Officers on a daily basis. They were serving an arrest warrant against him for not attending a court appearance. Weaver was no different than members of the Black Panthers who were seditionists and who advocated violence against the US government. The justifiable shooting of Weaver's armed wife was no different than than the killing of members of MOVE along with several children by police officers in Philadelphia. Weaver and his family had every opportunity to surrender, they chose to engage in a gun battle with federal agents doing their job. Weaver and his wife who was also armed were just as blameless as some ghetto punk who decides to point a gun at police officers on the West Side. Weaver was no less a criminal than Jackie Wilson and his brother Andrew, who murdered P.O.'s Fahey and O'Brien of Gang Crimes South on Morgan street in the 006 District in 1982. So get your facts straight about the Weaver incident. You sound as uninformed as Sista Solja or Mary Mitchell.

To the the PO or SGT with a law degree. Call up the the FBI Office in Chicago and ask to speak with the recruiter. If you can pass a polygraph exam, and background investigation, along with the written entrance exam, I will bet you a year's wage to a pinch of curry that you will be immediately hired by the FBI or any other federal law enforcement agency of your choice.You will no doubt take an initial pay cut. A GS 14 Step 4 supervisor on a federal law enforcement scale with 25% additional LEAP pay earns north of $120,000 per year in Chicago. The max you would supervise would be 12 agents. That does not require a second job and you can live somewhere nice like Naperville or Cary. I have seen the housing in Edison Park, Old Norridge, Sauganash, and Mount Greenwood. Believe me it is quite overpriced. Just think no more somewhat adequate catholic schools. You could send your kids to a good neighborhood school in Naperville that has earned national acclaim.

Guys/gals take care and stay safe.

Former Bt 222 Now a working FED! Still loyal to the blue!

Anonymous said...

Wed Sep 05, 05:37:00 PM



Anonymous said...

Cut the schools suck. I would send my kid to just about any suburban public school over any city public school any day. Why u ask....because of the environment and kids my kids would be sitting along side. U dont see suburban schools raffeling off cars and sh#t to get kids to show up on the first day.

une Flic said...

The essay included here as a comment by an "anonymous" called "Confessions of a Police Officer"(I am a cop. That means...) is a copyrighted work being posted without my permission. I am the author and the copyright owner. Please remove it from the site. Thanks. Officer J. Wragg, Yarmouth Police Department (Ret.)

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