The Thin Black Line: True Stories by Black Law Enforcement Officers Policing America's Meanest Streets - Hardcover

Holton, Hugh

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 0312868200 ISBN 13: 9780312868208

Publisher: Forge Books, 2009

Synopsis

Meet the black men and women policing our meanest streets . .  . LaVerne Dunlap - She infiltrates drug gangs and testifies against them in court . . . only to have the drug lords come gunning for her.  Dep. County Sheriff Winroe Reed - He goes into America's "Homicide Capital" alone to apprehend a 6'9" homicidal crack dealer . . . a man so dangerous no other cops would accompany him.  Robbie Robinson - A movie actor/martial arts star/probation officer, he takes down LA's toughest gangs.  These are just a few of the courageous black heroes in Hugh Holton's The Thin Black Line.

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About the Author:

Police Lieutenant HUGH HOLTON was a twenty-nine year veteran of the Chicago Police Department. He wrote several bestselling novels, including, Time of the Assassins, The Left Hand of God, and Violent Crimes. At the time of his death, Hugh Holton was the highest ranking active police officer writing novels in America.

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Winroe Reed is a retired sergeant in the LaPorte County, Indiana, Sheriff ’s Department. He is six feet tall and weighs two hundred pounds, and a longtime friend of Sergeant Reed said that as a young man he was an extraordinary athlete and utterly fearless. He also re­members Reed as having “a burning sense of justice.” Those same traits have obviously followed him through his law enforcement career.
I worked for the LaPorte County Sheriff ’s Department for thirty-one years—from 1968 through 1999. Much of my work involved “serving arrest warrants,” which means arresting people. When people are charged with a crime in LaPorte County, someone has to go after them—assuming they haven’t turned themselves in voluntarily—even if they leave the jurisdiction. Frequently that someone was me.
For decades I traveled the country serving warrants, but most of my work was done in the Indiana area—including Illinois and Michigan. I made many trips to the slums of Gary, Indiana, and the Cook County lockup in Chicago, which are pretty rough places. In other words, I’ve had to bring in some very tough guys—often single-handedly.
When I drove out to serve a warrant, I usually kept .ve sets of waist-wrist shackles and .ve sets of leg irons in the trunk. By nature I’m a nice guy and try hard to be respectful to the people I pick up. However, sometimes these people are just plain nasty. Not only do they have nasty mouths, even if they are shackled, they may well try to bite, butt, or rear back and kick you. The really violent people, I’ve been known to shackle with multiple sets of irons—legs and
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wrists. I tell these people in advance that I’m a kind man, but don’t mistake kindness for weakness.
I don’t know how many people I’ve brought to justice over a thirty-one-year career. Thousands, I would guess. I remember one guy lived right on the Indiana–Michigan border, and he was hard to catch. He was not only brutal, he had some “rabbit” in him. The .rst time I went after him, I was alone, and when I couldn’t cover both doors, he skipped out the back door and bolted across the state line. Later I spotted him laughing at me from the safety of Michigan, where I was not authorized to follow and arrest him.
Then he ran off.
I had quite a problem apprehending him and had to make sev­eral attempts. One time I let the air out of his tires so he couldn’t jump in his car and split. I was persistent, though. I .nally staked his house out from down the street and saw him sneak back home.
He wasn’t laughing when I caught him.
A lot of newspapers call Gary, Indiana—in Lake County—some pretty bad things, such as “the Homicide Capital of the United States,” and it does have an unusually high murder rate, frequently the highest in the country. As you can imagine, it’s not always easy to get of.cers to go in there and arrest people. I’ve had to serve a lot of arrest warrants in Gary all by myself. Usually I would stop off at the local precinct to let them know that the LaPorte County Sher­iff ’s Department was in town and to ask if any of them wanted to keep me company. The answer was invariably, “No!”
Once I remember I had to go in alone and bring back a six-foot­nine-inch crack-addicted murderer. He was much feared and ex­tremely violent. Now, a guy that big and wild isn’t exactly inconspicuous. Still, he’d been at large for a while. I don’t think any­one else wanted to go in and get him.
During most arrests you aren’t supposed to knock on the door
with your gun drawn. Some people will never see past the gun, will
bolt or pull a gun themselves. When I suspected the guy was
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homicidal—if he had a really violent rap sheet, for instance—I would have the warrant on a clipboard, which I held in front of my stomach, upright. But behind the clipboard I kept a pistol.
More than once the suspect would pull a gun, only to see me drop the clipboard and put my own piece on him. Which was how I apprehended the six-foot-nine-inch crack-addict killer.
One of the weirder warrants I served was on a guy who had a wicked temper and a bad history of violence. He also had two terri­fying dogs—a rottweiler and a pit bull. He also owned a lot of guns and threatened his neighbors routinely. He had a rap sheet. We had complaints on him and .nally someone had him charged. It wasn’t enough to send him to prison, but it was enough to arrest him.
The dogs had also terrorized the neighborhood, so before I went over there, I put on my Kevlar vest, cartridge bandoleers, multiple cartridge belts, pepper mace, extra clips, extra cuffs, and several sidearms. When I knocked, his wife answered the door.
“I have to serve this warrant on your husband and take him in,” I said. “Now, I know you have two dogs, and you don’t want them hurt. So I’m going to give you two hours to put them up someplace. Because when I come back, if they attack, I’ll shoot them.”
When I came back two hours later, the family had moved out, which satis.ed the terri.ed neighbors.
I was on the department marksmanship team and in fact helped to train the other members. I traveled with them around the state for eight or nine years, shooting against other teams in marksman­ship contests. A perfect score was 300. I got so many 300s in a row that the judges asked me to step out and shoot by myself so they could watch. They didn’t think anyone could run up that many con­secutive perfect scores. They thought I was scamming them.
Pretty soon, several of our guys began shooting consecutive 300s. We were beating everybody in the state, so they doubled the number of shots both sides had to take, and I once scored 599 out of 600.
Even though I’m retired I still instruct .rearms at the police
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academy. I teach them all the basics, including how to center their sights, how to be comfortable with their .rearm and not flinch. To that end I have them dry-.re their guns .rst, then .re one round, af­ter which they continue dry-.ring. I’ve helped to produce some su­perb students.
Sometimes people ask if I’m happy in retirement. I answer, yes. I head up security at a local hospital, which is both interesting and challenging. You have a lot of wonderful people doing fine work in hospitals, but you also have drugs, vulnerable patients, agitated vis­itors, and occasionally unsavory people walk in. Hospital security requires a lot of tact, intelligence, and diplomacy. Another reason I enjoy retirement is that I don’t have to go into high-crime areas any­more and serve arrest warrants. I was afraid if I continued doing that, I’d shoot somebody.
Or somebody would shoot me.  Excerpted from The Thin Black Line by Hugh Holton.
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About this edition

• Publisher: Forge Books
• Publication date: 2009
• ISBN 10: 0312868200
• ISBN 13: 9780312868208
• Binding: Hardcover
• Edition number: 1
• Number of pages: 320