Personal Narrative: Bring Back To The Police Department

On Saturday 05/07/16 at 2149 hours I was dispatched for a theft of bicycle from

I responded to 24006 CR. M in the County of Montezuma, and State of Colorado. I spoke with Pendergast, Joseph and Pendergast, Christopher (Father). Pendergast, Joeseph stated he and his friend, Matson, Gideon, took a bottle of liquor from his residence. Pendergast, Joseph stated they had gotten drunk, then went and stole items from several vehicles. Pendergast, Joseph did not know what they had stolen.

On March 23, 2017 at 1402hrs, while working in Police Operation I received a call for an Health and Welfare check.

On 10/06/2017 at about 2300 hours I was dispatched to 3124 Extravagant Ave in reference to a Burglary.

On February 26th, I, Officer Albert, was working as a Police Officer for the Wichita State University Police Department. At approximately 0213 hours I was dispatched to Lot 3 on the campus of Wichita State University for a report of a theft. I arrived in Lot 3 at approximatley 0216 hours and met with the calling party Brandon Charles Feik. I introduced myself to Feik and asked Feik for his personal information. I asked Feik to tell me about the theft that occured, Feik stated he had a bunch of his belongings in his car after removing them from his girlfriends apartment earlier that evening. Feik said he noticed he was missing a black duffle bag that was laying in his front passenger seat after leaving Kwik Shop at 4802 N. 21st St. N. and arriving back onto campus in Lot 3.

“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.

Upon my arrival I made contact with Curtis Foust, who informed me of the following:

“And this woman's case stands she broke the law and she committed the worst crime which is a death” Is there any objections”

On Tuesday 01/31/17 at 0122 hours I was dispatched to a physical domestic in the

They take me to the cell and as go in I tell them that I didn’t do anything wrong, I am a US resident and that I want a lawyer now, I have the right to an attorney! “In a couple of moments someone will come to talk to you.” They tell me. As I wait in my cell, I see someone come my way. They open the cell and tell me, “You are in an Immigration lockup center sur. There is a phone your left, you have five minutes to call your lawyer or anyone you desire before anything else happens.” I nod my head, stand up from where I was sitting and head my way to the phone. As I pick up the phone the first person I call is my wife. I call her and tell her what has just happened to me. “Oh my God! I can’t believe this is happening!” she is telling

It felt like I was peeling back a part of me that needed to be exposed to the truths and reality of the world. Images of protesters storming the small town of Ferguson demanding justice for Michael Brown ran across my TV screen. I roared through pages and pages of news stories on unarmed black men and women killed by the system of police supposedly trained to protect and serve Americans. I spent every opportunity possible attempting educate people on the broken police system, whether it be during a heated discussion in class or just during general conversation with friends.

It was a chilly October evening and I was walking home from work with my valise full of papers. I worked at the police station for the small town of Freeport, in Illinois. On that day, Alex Johnson, my first partner to the job, had died from a grotesque attack on him by a fugitive, John Hamilton, who had escaped from the county prison. We had drawn sticks to see who would take the late night shift. As I walked into the county prison to check in on John, I was greeted by a retching stench, that sickened me and caused me to gag. The decaying scent choked the air. I instinctively took out my handkerchief from my pocket while trying to ascertain the source of the smell. I traced the odor to the solitary confinement cell. Now the reek of decaying

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

Upon my arrival, I made contact with the complainant, Victoria Mack. Mack advised a known suspect stole a pair of Sperry’s from the store, a few minutes prior to my arrival.

They set up court dates, interact with the people, answer phone calls, take peoples money that they are paying for their tickets, and they would call in officers from off the road to talk to people that come in the police department to make a report. I was hoping that I would be able to sit in during a court day but that chance never happened. While I was down stairs the Valdosta Police Department hired two people for the desk clerk position. One was a female, and the other was male. The female went to the police academy but did not do well so they put her as a desk clerk. The other guy I do not know much about him, but I do know he do not like to receive order. He would rather do everything by himself. When the desk clerks tried to teach him