62. Believability: A Case of Diversity in Law Enforcement – Case Text
After I finished my probationary period, I think I began to fit pretty well into the ranks.
Sure, lots of guys came on to me, but I’m grown up and I dealt with it. I got to know Jack
MacKenzie while working in Precinct Three, a tough section known as “the mile.” He
was a patrol officer and the steward of the precinct union local: everybody seemed to like
him. We began to date. You know, I actually thought that he was a very funny guy and he
told me that I was “cute.” It worked for a while at least. It took me about three months to
figure out that he was just too high maintenance. He wanted me to move in but when we
spent too much time in his apartment, I noticed that it was all about him, his
accomplishments, and his family. I never got much airtime. It must have been a power
thing. Another thing that I noticed was that, after a few drinks, he began to make
references to minorities that made me uncomfortable.
One night we went out for dinner and I broke up with him. I started with the, “It’s me not
you.” thing, since I knew I had to leave room for his precious ego. I finished with the,
“time apart” suggestion. It seemed to have gone fairly well. A bit later, a couple of guys
on my shift mentioned that they had heard he broke up with me. I did not get into it. It
was just not worth it.
When a couple of overtime details got canceled, I figured it was just bad luck. The
overtime list was maintained by the union, and I could have filed a grievance, but it
would have meant getting MacKenzie involved. When my backup was slower than usual,
I chalked it up to a busy night. It occurred to me that Jack might just be behind this stuff,
but I figured if I made anything out of it, things would just get worse
Well, here I sit 11 months later, at risk of losing my job, and I either see a pattern or am
letting my imagination run away with me. Nevertheless, I see Jack MacKenzie as a major
part of my recent twist of fate. About a month ago, a flyer was put in each officer’s mail
slot by the union and posted on the union bulletin board. It encouraged all officers to
attend a political rally for one of the candidates for governor in the upcoming election.
The union was going to rent a bus, and I could swear it said something about
refreshments on the bus. I was going to be available and asked a couple of people if they
were going and they said yes. So, I figured it might be fun.
On the day of the rally, my shift ended about 4 P.M. and I had just enough time to get
home to shower, before getting back to get on the union bus going to the rally. As usual, I
carried my badge and personal service weapon with me when I left the house. I spotted
Paul Wilson, one of the guys from my precinct who said he was going. We talked for a
couple of minutes and walked to the bus. Paul is a great guy with a great family. He is
always showing pictures of his wife and kids and is very easygoing. Paul is African
American and he helped to found the minority officers association. As we walked toward
the bus, I spotted MacKenzie and two other union shop stewards standing near some
coolers at the back entrance to the bus. The other two guys were named Dalton and
Taggert. I had seen them at a union meeting a couple of months earlier.