True Detective Stories

Note: This incident occurred on Friday, but I needed a few days to process it before I could coherently describe it without smashing my computer and throwing it into the garbage disposal.

So Friday afternoon I was driving to work and stopped at a local Wawa. (It’s a mini market popular on the east coast.) I walk toward the door and see a family approaching. It’s a mom, young daughter and even younger son. They’re white, seem nice enough, and the kids are wearing Catholic school uniforms. I’m wearing my work pullover, which has the detective badge and my division sewn on.

Being a nice guy, I open the door and hold it for the trio. The young daughter smiles at me, but the boy stops dead in his tracks. I see the boy turn to the mother and say something, but I cannot make it out. The daughter then informs me and the few other people in the area.

“Mom, he said he’s scared of police officers.”


The boy looks at me and the color goes out of his face. He refuses to move as long as I am standing there. The daughter again says, “He’s scared of police officers.” My first instinct was to ask the mother, “I wonder where he got that idea?” but I let it go.

I also let the door go, and walked into the store, shaking my head.

This is the sort of garbage I have to deal with on a weekly basis. I expect it in the ‘hood, but not a mile or so from my house. This kid was – probably – indoctrinated by his parents to be afraid of the police. That’s all well and good, but what happens when the boy is caught up in a real emergency? Where does he go for help?

I’ve been saying it for a while, and I think Mrs. Earp believes I’m not serious, but I am. I plan to retire in ten years, and I’m leaving not just this city, but this state. I will not be forced to live the rest of my days surrounded by people who despise me. You only get on chance in life, and I am not spending my entire life in Philadelphia.

I’m not doing it.


5 thoughts on “True Detective Stories

  1. At the risk of sounding like a broken record (did I date myself there?), come on down to Texas. We need all the good people we can get. Plus, the drive from your new home to watch Kyle play with UD will be a lot shorter.


  2. Ten years? I’m with TXNick – GTFO of Philly ASAP. Unfortunately, I understand there’s this thing called retirement. It always used to bother me a lot when “normal” people would go off on/about the cops. Many stories to tell, none worth telling. Hang in there!


  3. I honestly don’t understand parents who indoctrinate their children with such untruths. Why on earth would you want your children to be afraid of the police! Makes me wonder what mom and dad do for a living or if dad is incarcerated. Sorry you have to deal with the idiocy of others, Wyatt!


  4. TXNick – I’m definitely going south, and not because of the weather – although that is a selling point – but because I want to live in a red state and a red city/town. Philly has great spots, but overall, it’s a toilet. I cannot spend the rest of my life here. i just can’t.

    RG – I could have received a very small pension at twenty years. I’ll have 25 in October. With thirty, the pension is better, and 35 is very good. Plus, at 35 years, my two youngest will be halfway through college. Then I can get out. I will not stay longer than 35 years in this job, and if I can get out sooner, I will.

    Ronni – I’m used to it from the adults, but not from kids. Look, I know full well there are cops who are dirty, corrupt, or both, but is it too hard to take people on a person-by-person basis?


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