62. Believability: A Case of Diversity in Law Enforcement – Case Text
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As I told the local PD’s watch commander the story, I could sense two things. First, he
did not seem to believe me. Second, he was getting angrier by the minute. “So,” he says,”
I guess it’s not against procedure in your department to drink while carrying your
personal service weapon.” Obviously, it was. It was then that I said, “Look, that son of a
bitch MacKenzie is lucky that I didn’t shoot him.
About a half hour later, he came back to tell me, “O.K. honey, here is what we all have
agreed to and you really don’t have much say in it. So, listen up. We have agreed not
looking at charges here in our jurisdiction. We are going to let your own department deal
with you. You will be transported back to your department’s headquarters building. There
you will be turned over to your own Internal Affairs people, who are just waiting with
baited breath to speak with you.”
The ride back was not bad until it hit me that my riding in back made me look like a
criminal. Lt. Bruce, head of IAB, met me and brought me directly to an interrogation
room and left me alone. The wall opposite where I was sitting had a good-size mirror. I
wondered who was on the other side. It wasn’t feeling much like family now. God, I was
tired, angry, and damn near tears.
Deputy Chief Miceli, a gruff and physically intimidating individual, entered the room and
immediately began with some of his famous up close and personal straight talk—with
none of the expletives deleted. He was clear that the Chief was going to end my career if
I was not forthcoming with the IAB investigators. But, you know what? He just might do
it anyway so the old boys in the department could cover their collective behinds. He then
took my badge and gun and told me that I was suspended pending investigation. As he
left, he wordlessly passed Lt. Bruce who was coming into the room.
Waiving his finger just inches from my face, he began, “Look Cruz, you’re in some
pretty deep trouble. Just because the other department is not filing criminal charges, it
doesn’t mean that this thing is over. Far from it, honey! Do you understand me? I want
the whole story, right from the start. If I even think that you have left something out, you
are going to be leaving this room in cuffs. Understand? You can ask for your union
representative, but something tells me that they are probably not coming out from under
the rock for you. You can ask for a lawyer, but we all know what that is going to look
like, don’t we?” He ceremoniously pushed the button on the tape recorder and said, “O.K.
honey, take it from the top.”
So, I went on to give Lt. Bruce chapter and verse on how it had happened. The interview
was punctuated with a couple of questions that did not make me feel all that comfortable.
“How much did you have to drink?” “Are you aware of the policy on off duty drinking
while carrying personal firearms?” “Did you do anything to encourage this behavior?” I
was ordered to have no contact with anyone on the bus until further notice and to go
home until further notified. The next day, I did hear through the rumor mill that
MacKenzie, Taggert, and Dalton had also been suspended but that the union was making
real fuss about it, threatening a no confidence vote in the Chief.