South Fulton Firefighters: A Disgrace To The Uniform?

When I raised my right hand and pledged to protect and serve citizens and their property I took that oath seriously. Every officer does. And so does every single firefighter I know. I’ve never met a police officer or firefighter who’s in the business for the money. Not one. They took the job because they want to help people.

I’ve been called to the scene of scores of fires where I’ve seen brave firefighters wade into a wall of flames just to bring out a family heirloom, or a beloved pet. They’ve risked their own lives to save the lives of others. It’s what they do and what they do is dangerous. Very.

Firefighters, like police officers, raise their right hands and promise to help others when in need. In fact, here’s a copy of the firefighter’s pledge.

A Firefighter’s Pledge

I promise concern for others.
A willingness to help all those in need.

I promise courage – courage to face and conquer my fears.
Courage to share and endure the ordeal of those who need me.

I promise strength – strength of heart to bear whatever
burdens might be placed upon me.
Strength of body to deliver to safety all those placed within my care.

I promise the wisdom to lead, the compassion to comfort,
and the love to serve unselfishly whenever I am called.

-Author Unknown

I’ve said all this as a lead-in of sorts to a story that really rattles me to the core. And it bothers me to speak badly about public servants but, in my opinion, firefighters of South Fulton, Tennessee didn’t serve the public. In fact, they stood by and watched a couple’s home burn to the ground and didn’t lift a finger to stop it. Inside that home were a lifetime of memories along with the family pets. They all perished.

Obion County, Tennessee – Gene Cranick was burning trash in two metal drums, a common practice in rural areas of the country. The containers were quite some distance from his mobile home, yet the fire ignited nearby grass and quickly spread toward Cranick’s home. He called 911 seeking the fire department’s help.

The 911 dispatcher advised Cranick that firefighters would not be responding because he’d failed to pay a $75 “fire service fee.” The distraught homeowner told the dispatcher he’d pay whatever it took to get the firefighters to respond because his house was now on fire. The response he received was an unbelievable, “It’s too late to pay and they will NOT be responding.”

Cranick, along with friends, attempted to extinguish the blaze with garden hoses, but the fire was too much for the small amount of water. Meanwhile, the fire had spread to a neighbor’s field and fence, so they called the fire department. However, their response was quite different and in a matter of minutes a fire crew was on the scene spraying gallons of water using high-pressure hoses attached to publicly-funded fire trucks.

Why did the fire department respond to the grass fire? Because the owner of the dry weeds had paid the $75 fee in advance. So, after the Fulton FD extinguished the brush fire they stood leaning against their trucks and against the property fence and watched the Cranick home burn until it was reduced to a pile of cinders. A pile of cinders that also contained the remains of the Cranick’s beloved pets.

You know, this story disgusts me. It makes me ill…sick to my stomach. Sure, taxes and fees must be paid. It’s the law. But there are remedies available to collect those fees, even after the fact. For goodness sake, put out the fire and then sue. Get a $75 lien against the property.  Bill the homeowner for time and material plus interest. Take Visa or MasterCard. Install one of those credit card swipers directly in the body of a fire truck. Something. Anything! But don’t stand by and let a lifetime go up in flames over a few measly dollars.

Thankfully, this is an isolated incident. Firefighters everywhere are true heroes.

As for the firefighters of South Fulton who stood by and watched this family home burn…shame on you. Sure, you’ve probably saved lots of property in your day, maybe even a few lives, and you deserve thanks for those acts, but this is a dark cloud that’ll hang over your heads for a while. Policies or no policies. You were there, on the scene, and did nothing to help your fellow man. Perhaps you need to read this…again.


Fire Fighter’s Prayer

When I am called to duty, God wherever flames may rage,
give me strength to save a life, whatever be its age.

Help me to embrace a little child before it’s too late,
or save an older person from the horror of that fate.

Enable me to be alert to hear the weakest shout,
and quickly and efficiently to put the fire out.

I want to fill my calling and to give the best in me,
to guard my neighbor and protect his property.

And if according to your will I have to lose my life,
bless with your protecting hand my loving family from strife.

So what’s next, a fee for police service? “Sorry, ma’am, but you didn’t pay your $75 rape insurance…”

I’m just saying…

*This article is strictly my opinion and parts of it were paraphrased from comments found in news stories…lots of news stories).

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Writers’ Police Academy Photo of the Day

Castle: Under The Gun

 

Beckett had her hands full this week, as do most detectives when solving crimes involving repeat offenders. Those are the cases when investigators must really dig deep into their  crime-solving toolboxes. And, those are the times when a detective’s acting/lying skills are truly put to the test. To get to the truth when dealing with experienced bad guys ya’ gotta’ walk the walk and talk the talk. It’s a game that must be played, and it must be played well.

This episode, Under The Gun, was written by Alexi Hawley, who has written some of the better episoides of Castle. Hawley, thankfully, came along this week and returned the show to its roots. There was ton’s of chemistry between Castle and Beckett, Esposito and Ryan were sharp, and Lanie’s role was minimal. So good job, Mr. Hawley!

Alexi Hawley

Now, on with the show….

Beckett and crew are called to the scene of a murder in the office of a bail bondsman. The victim was found lying in enough syrupy-red blood to float a battleship. He’d been bludgeoned to death with a trophy, and judging from the amount of blood I’d have guessed the weapon was a rocket propelled grenade instead of a plastic and marble statue.

Enter Lanie Parish and her nonsense – Lanie states a footprint found in the blood was made by the killer and he’d stepped in the blood while wiping prints off the trophy. I’m sorry, but I never learned that secret in all my years as an investigator. Hmm…a footprint in blood means someone was wiping fingerprints off the murder weapon. Hear that Mr. Holmes? You’ll have to remember that one. She also stated that the footwear impression could be matched to a precise shoe. Now that is possible, and yes there is a data base of shoe soles. So chalk one up for the queen of fantasy forensics.

Bad guy number one is nabbed while exiting a building the hard way, out of a window. Good take down and good exchange of dialog. I’ve seen crooks making jokes as they lay on the ground in handcuffs. It’s their way of dealing with the situation

– Beckett’s handheld radio goes haywire while she’s inside the dead guy’s office. As a result, she finds a bug inside the telephone. Good stuff. I’ve used a handheld police scanner in the same manner. Set the device on scan (an old Bearcat scanner, Pro-54, I believe was the model) and begin the search. When it locks on a frequency in the range of most listening devices you know the room is bugged. I’ve also seen bad guys use the same trick to see if someone is “wired.”

– Ryan has begun using the term “uniforms” when speaking of patrol officers. Good, because that’s a common term.

– Beckett tells Castle he can’t rely on his “Spidey senses” to solve a case. I have to disagree. Most detectives know and rely on their “gut feelings” to lead them in the right direction.

Me on the job in the early 90’s

– Becket is seen wearing some pretty tall heels. I’ve never encountered an officer, male or female, who didn’t dress appropriately for duty. And that meant heels weren’t the shoes of choice for work in the field.

– The first suspect was a recidivist. He’d been to jail many times and he was a career B&E guy, meaning he actually performs manual labor while committing his crimes. He’d also been in jail numerous times. There’s no way anyone who lives that kind of life would have nicely trimmed nails, perfect and brilliant white teeth, and really soft-looking hands.

– Beckett released her prisoner to a bounty hunter so he could claim his money. No way would that would happen. Cops transport prisoners to lock up. He’s their responsibility from the moment they lay their hands on him.

– Esposito and Castle are seen discussing details of the case. This was good for a change. ALL detectives working a case actually participate in the investigation. They’re not just go-fers for the investigator in charge. Well, sometimes they are sent on errands, but they still work the case.

– One of the suspects, the guy who pretended to be handicapped, said he planned to drop the charges against a suspect. Citizens can’t “drop” charges. That’s something only a prosecutor can do. A witness can refuse to testify, but that could result in criminal charges against them.

– Lanie consults her crystal ball and says the substance on the victim’s forehead is holy oil. She claims she ran a test on it. What, is her morgue equipped to run every test known to mankind? A M.E.’s job is to determine cause of death. They do not perform sorcery in the mop closet.

I liked all the twists and turns involving the suspects and their connections in prison and jail. Bad guys often meet in jail and remain friends on the outside.

Now, unrelated to the police procedure…Does anyone think Castle’s jealousy over Beckett and ANY guy is getting old?

Does anyone else think Lanie Parish is too wimpy for her job as M.E.?


And for those of you who participated in the FATS and VirTra training at the Writers’ Police Academy…

Did the officers handle this (above) scenario properly? If not, what should have happened?

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Writers’ Police Academy photo of the day

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They'll be watching you!

Remember the guy wearing a helmet cam who was caught driving his motorcycle like a maniac on I-95 in Maryland? You know, the man an undercover Maryland state trooper stopped while driving an unmarked car and wearing plain clothes—the trooper who bailed out of his car brandishing a pistol while shouting at the motorcyclist. The trooper who probably scared the driver to death because, for several seconds, he didn’t identify himself as a police officer.

Anyway, the cyclist, Anthony Graber, was subsequently charged with speeding and reckless driving, all definitely legitimate charges. After all, the guy was driving like an idiot and he filmed his antics using the camera that he’d attached to his helmet. Why? Who knows.

The case took an interesting twist when Graber posted the video of his arrest on YouTube. Sure, the video showed the officer sliding to a stop in front of Graber’s motorcycle. And it clearly showed the officer waving his pistol around like a wild west gunslinger. And, I’m inclined to agree, Graber probably thought he was being bike-napped. But that was only part of Graber’s worries. Little did he know, he’d committed a felony that could have landed him in prison for sixteen years. That’s right, Maryland law states that all parties in an audio recording must give consent to be recorded.

Well, when officials learned of Graber’s recording they served a search warrant on his home, seized his computers and other belongings, and then charged him with two counts of interception of an oral communication, and possession of an interception device – the helmet camera.

Graber’s attorney filed paperwork asking the court to dismiss the charges on the grounds that what he’d done was protected by First Amendment to the Constitution and Articles 2 and 40 of the Maryland Declaration of Rights. As a result, Circuit Court Judge Emory A. Plitt Jr. dismissed the charges, stating that Graber had every right to make the recording because it occurred in a public place and that the officer had no reasonable expectation of privacy (who’s watching the watchers?).

For what it’s worth, I agree with Judge Plitt’s decision. But, the thing that concerns me most is the officer’s lack of concern for his own safety and for the safety of the citizen he’d stopped. Sure, Graber was acting in a reckless manner, but the officer knew better than to let his emotions get the best of him. No officer is trained to pull in front a criminal suspect and then jump out of his car like this trooper did. It’s dangerous (had Graber been armed he could have easily shot the trooper), careless, and I’m sure it was embarrassing to see and hear on camera.

I’m glad the judge dismissed the charges, and I’m glad Graber gave us a new “how not to” training video. I’m also glad Graber is still facing charges for driving like an idiot, endangering the lives of everyone around him just so he could have a good time.

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Writers’ Police Academy photo of the day.

Rick McMahan: 2010 Golden Donut Award Winner - Being Safe

 

The winner of the Writers’ Police Academy 2010 Golden Donut Award was Richard McMahan. The rules of the contest were simple, but the task of writing it was a bit more challenging. The stories had to be exactly 200 words, including the title. Each entry had to be a complete story, and they had to be about the photo we posted.

We received dozens of entries and our judge, Hallie Ephron, picked McMahan’s story from the pile as the clear winner.

Thanks to everyone for entering and for supporting the GTCC criminal justice foundation.

Congratulations, Rick!

(Contest sponsored by the High Point North Carolina Public Library and Krispy Kreme. Contest photo by Maryland photographer Sunday Kaminski).

Being Safe

“Nine one one, what’s your emergency?” Janice asked as she glanced at the wall clock. Almost shift change. Thank goodness. The only decorations on the blank wall were a pair of uniform shirts tacked up on either side of the clock. A blue city police shirt and a tan sheriff’s one.

“Uh,” a woman’s voice said, bringing her back. No panic. “I’m not sure if this is an emergency.”

The computer said the call was from a cellphone.

“I’m near the wildlife preserve.” Janice knew the place. The county road was straight and flat with tall wetlands bending off to either side. Pretty in the day. Desolate at night.

“There’s a cop behind me with his blue lights on. Can you tell him I’m pulling into the park entrance where the lighting’s good”

“It’s good to be safe,” Janice replied.”I’ll advise the officer.” Scanning her monitor, she looked for the sheriff’s unit initiating the traffic stop in the county.

There was a sigh of relief across the line.”It’s okay,” the caller said, “He’s out of his car and I can see his blue uniform.”

Janice jerked back. Sheriff’s deputies’ uniforms were tan.

“Good evening, officer…”

Click.

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Friday's Heroes - Remembering the fallen officers

The Graveyard Shift extends our condolences to the families of each of these brave officers.

Officer James E. Fowler III, 61

Baltimore Maryland City Police Department

September 27, 2010 – Officer James Fowler was killed in an automobile accident while traveling to an accident investigation training course in Pennsylvania. He leaves behind his wife and two children.

Officer Will Phillips, 32

Greenfield Indiana Police Department

September 30, 2010 – Officer Will Phillips was killed by a hit and run diver while training with the department bike patrol unit. The driver remains at large.

Officer Phillips is survived by his wife and two sons.

*Number of officers killed in the line of duty in 2010 – 124