Cop Narrative

Everyone around me screams and starts running out of the door but I know if i can wait until after he checks the closet I can jump in there and he will never know I will be in there. So he is walking around the room after he has checked around the room I begin to make my way to the closet quietly. As I there the intruder has left so I open the closet quietly and jump in then shut it. The police are then searching the rooms and them make there way to the room I am in. They look around then I get out of the closet. They pull their guns on me and yell, “GET

“We have identified the body of Pamela Zimmerman, and we suspect there is foul play. The Bloomington-Normal Police Department is doing everything they can: I am sorry.” These words from a police officer are permanently etched into my head. Those simple fifteen words play on repeat throughout my head a multitude of times throughout the day, sometimes never leaving my head. As the wise holocaust survivor Viktor E Frankl once said, “When we are no longer able to change a situation- we are challenged to change ourselves.” I woke up on November Fourth, 2015 thinking it was going to just be a normal day; little did I know that I was about to be hit with news that would change my life forever.

My second week at the court house was long but eye opening. I learned so much about the criminal justice system. I leaned that each procedure and each role a person play is crucial to someone life. On Tuesday, the day was short but still alarming. I came in and shadow one of the clerks as she was preparing for court. As the clerk was setting up for court I remember trying to recognize which department is what on each traffic ticket. I felt confuse, but the clerk show who was trooper, SUNY New Paltz police, and state police/ She remind that I will eventually learn who is who and how to set up for court. I felt better about what she said and I was ready for court. I notice that court will be short today because we did not have many cases. I began

It was a cold stormy night. The house was still. I was lying in bed when I heard a series of knocks at the door. As I descended the stairs the knocks were getting louder and louder. I thought to myself, "Who could be at the door this late at night?" When I opened the door there was a tall man dressed all in black. He smelled of fish and looked like he just walked out of a mud pit. He was having car troubles and needed to use the phone. I invited him in and told him that the phone was down the hall in the living room. Instead of calling the tow truck he called his friend, George, to come pick him up. I invited him to have a cup of coffee and some cookies while he waited for his friend to pick him up. We talked for about an hour when there

I was walking to open the door when i heard a loud bang and saw my door hitting my wood floors then the swat team said "put your hands up your under arrest for the murder of Ralph Burns " I listened and slowly put my hands up I was extremely confused who is Ralph Burns? Then one of the police men took my hands and put them behind my back then put tight hand cuffs on me. They took me to a police car and put me inside.i asked the officer driving the car what the heck is going on he said I'm not at the authority to tell you . Now I'm sitting in a holding cell. Well I'm waiting I might as well tell you who is am hi I'm Stefan I'm a high school student in Arizona I had a pretty

Later that night, as I was falling asleep, I heard muffled voices outside of my bedroom door, and suddenly the door was kicked in by police officers. I jumped out of my bed and ran over to my oldest sister Christine. She held me and tried to shield me from what was happening. I glanced up from Christine’s chest and saw my Uncle in handcuffs and being frog marched out of our conjoining rooms. Then a female police officer walked over to us and in a soft, sweet voice she said “Everything will be alright,” then proceeded to guide us to the living room. We sat on the couch and the female officer turned the television on for us. Christine told me to try and get some sleep. I listened to her, and I didn’t wake up until the next morning.

On 5/11/2016 at approximately 0849 hours I was patrolling eastbound on k-96 Highway at approximately mile marker 170. As I was patrolling I saw a gold Chevy passenger car start to pass another vehicle heading westbound on k-96. The gold vehicle was passing and I had to apply my brakes and move to the right shoulder of the highway to avoid a head-on collision. I turned around and pulled in behind the gold vehicle which is baring Kansas tag 819JAB. I activated my emergency lights to initiate a traffic stop on the vehicle. The vehicle pull to the right hand shoulder and came to a normal stop.

On 06-09-2016 at 1103 hours I was contacted at the front desk of the Police Department in reference to stealing.

My name is April Weston and I am a crime analyst. My work revolves around reviewing police reports every day with the goal of identifying patterns of, analysis of, and solutions to patterns, trends, and problems in crime and disorders as they emerge.

Growing up is exciting and very scary. Being young is fun while it last but eventually everyone has to grow and go in to the working field. Law enforcement has been a big topic whether it be bad or good things said the law enforcement is always brought up. When I was young I took a fast interest in business. The moment I decided I wanted to be a cop was when I met my dad’s best friend that was a cop, and businessman. All any person wants in a career is to make a decent living and do something that they enjoy doing. I’ve always enjoyed helping people that needed help, the Kansas career pipeline let me take some surveys and showed me that I enjoy helping people more than I enjoy building myself something, which I believe that is true.

On 04/25/2017, I, Dillon Dickerson, badge #155, was working as a Patrol Officer for the Wichita State University Police Department, in Wichita, Sedgwick County, Kansas. At approximately 2350 hours WSU dispatch advised there was a female at lot 25 Emergency Phone who reported an altercation with her boyfriend. Dispatch advised there were no injuries to her or weapons involved. Dispatch also advised the boyfriend would be driving a newer white Acura and that he is a black male 5’9” thin build possibly wearing a black hoodie.

I was scared when I saw the red,white,and blue lights. My parents called the cops on me! I could not believe it!

Even though both have similar events that happened in the stories but both have their own unique differences, I believe both of these stories are very similar because both have similar ways of how the suspects were chosen based on their skin color without actually using proper techniques to find the actual culprits and were chosen because the police had biased decisions against black people, so they decided to take in custody the first people they saw which lead to the suspects being wrongfully accused and both stories involved the police being biased, as well as a murder of a person, and police giving falsified evidence, statements, and confessions. I believe both of these stories are very similar because both stories involved the police

I was born in the U.S but raised in Mexico and came back to the U.S when i was eleven years old. As a kid i saw how many people broke the law and how it affected the whole community around them.Use and distribution of drugs, theft, and killings, all that and the fact that i’ve always liked to help people to turn their life around made me want to go into law enforcement and i hope one day i can be part of the FBI.

When I got home I decided to double check the camper, making sure everything was in order. I wanted to to leave at six the next morning. Beat the traffic and watch the sun rise over the Rockies. Through the the window of the camper I spotted the neighbor’s wife. She was standing in their bedroom nude. In Front of the window. I could not help myself, I had to look. She was a year younger than me, and her husband, Mike was ten years older than I was. But age is only a number. It must have been twenty or thirty minutes I watched her before her husband started pounding on the camper door. I panicked, thinking I been caught and I was going to get my ass handed to me. Opening the door slowly, I seen Mike had brought a case of beer. My favorite brand of beer was free and cold. I invited him in, after all he had free beer. We sat and talked for hours. He had no idea I was watching his wife. I was happy when he left, my heart rate returned to