Stories of a Chicago Police Officer

The recruit made his first physical arrest that involved a boxing match. It seems this offender felt like punching a police officer that day. The recruit, fresh from the police academy, happened to be the target of that punch.  Being new and having never before experienced this type of uncalled-for brutality, the recruit took the blow to the face with irritation. This irritation turned to anger, which morphed into a rage, and a good old-fashioned ass-kicking was in progress. The recruit proved that he was exceptionally good with his hands. Soon, lying at the recruit’s feet was a remorseful police fighter. He was cuffed and transported into the 14th district.

Eventually, the police fighter found himself sitting in an interrogation room in the 14th district holding a cold, wet rag to his swollen eye. The field training officer went to notify the watch commander that they had a resister, leaving the recruit to guard the prisoner. The recruit had calmed down and was now in a short panic about his over-aggressive use of his hands.

Captain Casey entered the room, standing tall with the hat on, and asked the recruit for his version of the incident. Trembling slightly, the recruit started describing the incident, but was soon cut off by the captain. The captain removed his hat and laid it gently on the table, turned and scowled at the black-eyed prisoner, and shouted, ‘You have the audacity to attack one of my men.” With that, a quick roundhouse knocked the prisoner out of the chair, and he flew across the room. Another slap and punch were used for the exclamation point. “Don’t you ever fuck with my police officers.” And with that, the captain placed his hat neatly on his head and left as abruptly as he had entered.

The recruit tried his best to suck his eyeballs back into his head when the show was over. He had just met an old-school captain. The required paperwork was completed, and the recruit now had a lifelong memory.