Front Door. He Cleared His Throat And Ran His Hands Through

In both episodes of the television show “Cops”, the predominant race of the police officers was Caucasian. The primary officers for all service calls featured on the program were Caucasian. Of the two episodes observed, only one officer was African American. The suspects in both episodes were predominantly African American or Hispanic. Of the 6 scenarios featured throughout both episodes, two suspects were Caucasian.

There was a knock on the door. “Hey, who’s in there?” hollered a booming voice.

“Breaking News! During the afternoon of April 23rd, Dr. Phil Johnson was found dead in his office. The murderer is unknown, but luckily for us former detective Stan Walter, a good friend of Phil’s has taken the case into his hands. If you have any thoughts to who the murderer is please report it to the police. Back to you Alex!” The tv turns black and I look over to see who the culprit was and it was my wife Rosalind. “Honey, I know it’s devastating about your loss, but your food is getting cold. Now come eat.” “Ok” I respond, annoyed. At dinner my wife and I talk about the decision of taking the job as the detective for Dr. Phil Johnson’s death since he is my friend. Eventually, she gave in and let me go to my office.

The standards and disposition qualities sought by law enforcement agencies has changed a great deal since the 70’s. While America has been having people of all complexions and genetic backgrounds since the 1880’s. “Samuel James Battle (January 16, 1883 - August 7, 1966) was the first black police

She sighed loudly and replied " I am Alison Bergs, and I am head coroner of the Rowland county police department." squinting a bit more harshly at me she continued in a more aggravated tone, " This case is in my neck of the woods so THAT gives me a right to just BARGE in HERE" she turned her back on me and resumed taking pictures of the body on the floor . " What about you, who the heck are you," she questioned as she snapped away.

The house grew darker as he travelled through, hoping he entered the right room. He stumbled over a pile of wood left from the flooring. Catching himself, he called out to the girl again.

came to the door so he rang the doorbell again no one answered so he went inside the

"Can't you just sit somewhere else?" He said. Okay this guy was pissing me off. Well, he didn’t really do anything wrong, but when you have as short of a temper as I do, it doesn’t take

“Thank you, Brian, yesterday afternoon a neighbor called the police to a home on Olive Lane, about a horrible odor coming from the house. Upon entering the home, they found a brutally murdered couple lying on the living room floor. Later they identified them as Mr. Mrs. Bert Stevens. According to the neighbor, their grandson lived with them. However, he was not home when the police arrived. This is Janet Stanwood for WNSF TV in Baltimore, back to you in the studio.”

They entered the building and exchanged cordial greetings with the officers on duty who motioned for them to enter the sheriff’s office. “Good morning, Sheriff.”

“It’s okay officer,” I spoke quickly, “I’m just waiting for a friend.is an appointment made twenty years ago,sounds a little funny for you,doesn’t it?well, I’ll explain if you’d like me to make certain it’s all

“Me. I was one of the detectives who was hired to be a part of the case.” I looked at her with fear. “I could be

“Yes anyways I was waiting at the restaurant, me and my friend Jimmy Wells or I should say Officer Wells, when he came in his uniform.”

A pulse shot through Hyde’s head and he stopped in his attempt to move, face smushed against the hard wooden floor. “Hnnnng--no…”

Amazing, Denny thought. He knew there were other charges than the murders, but he also remembered the power that had lowered his gun arm at Orson’s. That power had assured him that everything was going to be okay—and he’d believed it. He was still believing it. Just amazing.