Category: Police

  • Bad Judge

    I can’t think of anything much more unconscionable than a selling a kid to jail for kickback money. Then multiply that times 2,000 and you’ve got Judges Mark Ciaverella and Michael Conahan.

    Things were different in the Luzerne County juvenile courtroom, and everyone knew it. Proceedings on average took less than two minutes. Detention center workers were told in advance how many juveniles to expect at the end of each day — even before hearings to determine their innocence or guilt. Lawyers told families not to bother hiring them. They would not be allowed to speak anyway.

    The NYTarticle has more details.

  • The Dumbest Criminal?

    Is this man the dumbest criminal in Pennsylvania? There’s so much competition. Here’s the story in the BBC:

    Retired police chief John Comparetto was attending the meeting of 300 officers when he was allegedly held up at gunpoint in the men’s toilets.

    He described the suspect as “probably the dumbest criminal in Pennsylvania”.

    The suspect said, “I’m smooth.”

  • Rockefeller Drug Laws

    It’s official. I don’t like them. See it says so right here:

    Professor Peter Moskos, a former Baltimore police officer who teaches law enforcement classes at the John Jay College of Criminal Justice, said the Rockefeller laws “don’t make sense from a legal level or a moral level. They treat every problem as if prison was the answer.”

    “Nobody leaves prison better than they were when they went in,” he said. “Those laws had no deterrent effect. Frankly, I’m amazed that it took so long to get rid of them.”

    Read the whole story by Richard Liebson and Rebecca Baker in the Lower Hudson Valley (that’s suburban NYC)Journal News.

  • Police converge in Oakland for funeral

    The Oakland Tribunereports on this as does the San Francisco Chronicle: “The funeral will be unprecedented in at least one other respect – all 815 members of the Oakland Police Department are being allowed to attend.”

    It is set for 11AM.

  • He was a monster

    I spend a lot of time defending the media. That’s an unpopular position among 90% of police officers. Well I’m not going to defend the S.F. Chroniclehere. Just yesterday the paper decided they needed to report “both” sides of the cop killings in Oakland. In their story, to my great dismay, they did what what lazy or dumb journalists do too often: talk to the criminal’s family to present “both” sides of the story.

    Sometimes there aren’t two sides with the truth lying somewhere in between. It’s up to professional journalists to figure right from wrong. The original story by staff writers Demian Bulwa and Jaxon Van Derbeken reported:

    “He’s not a monster,” said his sister, 24-year-old Enjoli Mixon, who said her 4-year-old daughter’s bedroom in a small apartment on 74th Avenue was the scene of much of the bloodshed. It was there, police said, where Mixon fired through a closet wall at a team of SWAT officers, who then shot and killed him. “I don’t want people to think he’s a monster. He’s just not. He’s just not.”

    “We’re crushed that this happened,” added the gunman’s grandmother, Mary Mixon. “Our hearts and prayers go out to the officers’ families. … This shouldn’t have happened.”

    His family said that while he was behind bars, Mixon married his childhood girlfriend, Amara Langston, and worked briefly as a janitor in Hayward once he got out. He was most recently released from prison in November, his family said.

    Then, about three weeks ago, Mixon skipped a home visit from his parole officer, his family said. Mixon’s grandmother said he had gotten angry at his parole officer because the agent had missed earlier appointments.

    Mary Mixon recalled that her grandson said at one point that he was even willing to go back to prison as a way to get a new parole officer. She said, she did not know where her grandson had been staying for the past few weeks.

    Mixon was having a phone conversation with his uncle, Curtis Mixon, just before the first shooting. “He said, ‘The police just pulled up behind me. Let’s see what’s going on. I’ll hit you back.’”

    Curtis Mixon said, “He never hit me back.”

    Wow. Poor guy finally getting his life together after some bad breaks. Then he just flips.

    Of course that’s not the case. It turns out he isa monster.

    In the reporters’ defense, they’ve redeemed themselves somewhat with some good follow up stories. Jaxon Van Derbeken notes that Lovelle Mixon had been linked by DNA to a rape earlier this year.

    Mixon’s DNA was on file because of his conviction in 2002 for assault with a deadly weapon in an attempted carjacking in San Francisco, for which he served six years in prison.

    Oakland police had also considered Mixon a suspect in the December 2007 slaying of Ramon Stevens, 42, who was shot and killed on the street near the corner of 86th Avenue and International Boulevard. Mixon was detained on a parole violation in February 2008, but homicide investigators could not make a case.

    The victim’s sister said a witness had told her Mixon was the killer, authorities said. But Assistant District Attorney Tom Rogers said Monday that the witness did not want to cooperate, and Mixon was freed in November.

    In March 2002, Mixon and two other attackers tried to carjack a truck, fired a shot and pistol-whipped the driver on Mission Street near Sixth Street in San Francisco.

    In a sentencing report, San Francisco probation officer Yvonne Williams wrote that Mixon’s juvenile record was that of a “cold-hearted individual who does not have any regard for human life.” She said state prison was the only way to “to rein in this man’s proclivity for violence.”

    Demian Bulwa did a much better job following up with this story filled with interesting details about ghetto life:

    “We’ve got to remove the word ‘snitch’ from our vocabulary,” said the woman, who asked not to be identified because she fears retaliation.

    The woman said she was hesitant at first to be seen in public telling officers what she knew…. Finally, the woman said, she found an opportunity to give her information to an officer she recognized.

    She said she has been in trouble with the law in the past, but that on Saturday, “I wish I would have been a police officer.”

    Outside the apartment that SWAT officers stormed, a memorial for Mixon had flowers, candles and balloons. Notes read, “RIP Vell,” ” Money$” and “We gone miss u big cuzn.” A plainclothes police officer went up to it at one point, stared at it for a second and then walked away, shaking his head.

    Activists handed out flyers that invited people to a rally where they would “uphold the resistance” of “Brother Lovelle Mixon.”

    Many people rejected that sentiment, saying they were touched that officers had given their lives protecting others. They said they didn’t understand why some were defending Mixon.

    Police nailed a piece of plywood over the doorway of Mixon’s sister’s apartment early Monday morning, sealing it off. But curious neighbors pried it open and went inside to look around – infuriating Enjoli Mixon, who showed up later.

    One neighbor, who admitted he yanked open the plywood and went inside, said he counted more than a dozen bullet holes in the walls inside the apartment. There was blood in every room, he said. The hallway outside was also scarred by apparent bullet ricochets.

    Asked why he had gone into someone else’s home, the man said, “I wanted to see if it was an overkill.”

  • Smart Cop

    I love smart cops. And I love cops than can write. After all, a lot of policing is about what you can articulate in writing. Here’s an op-ed in the New York Daily News from NYPD Captain Brandon del Pozo. He’s smarter than your average bear.

    The bailout: What would cops and firefighters do to save the economy?

    If companies like AIG could somehow be fixed by cops and firefighters, we’d be in much better shape. When terrorists attacked New York City on 9/11, cops and firefighters worked around the clock, in dangerous conditions, with no days off. Afterwards, many of them enlisted in the military and fought overseas to keep their nation secure. The need for self-sacrifice was obvious and they did not hesitate to do what was asked of them.

    If a fire department accidentally set an occupied building on fire, you’d see its men and women working to put that fire out, ashamed and maybe working for free. The idea of demanding a huge bonus to correct their own mistake would seem vulgar to them.

    Execs returning lavish pay they don’t deserve is a good one, and we should take it as a first step toward getting their moral bearings back.

    Read the whole piece here.

  • The Failure of Juvie Homes

    The story in the LA Times:

    Most children who enter group probation homes in Los Angeles County remain in lives of crime and drugs years later, according to a new Rand Corp. study.

    The think tank’s researchers began tracking nearly 450 youths who entered group homes in 1999 and 2000. The final survey, taken in 2007, located 395 of the original participants and found that 66% said they had done something illegal, other than using alcohol or drugs, in the previous year.

    Thirty-seven percent reported being arrested within the previous year, and 25% had been in jail or prison every day for the previous 90 days. Female participants were less likely than male respondents to report recent criminal behavior.

    “This was perhaps the most startling finding. Twelve of the 395 respondents were dead when we went looking for them, most of them due to gunshot wounds,” Ramchand said.

    Robert Taylor, who heads Los Angeles County’s probation department, said in a statement to The Times: “We know that some group homes do not provide the kinds of services this population needs, and that is why there are fewer group homes today than there were when this population was in group homes 10 years ago.”

  • Save our Prison? Shame!

    “This is a major impact on a small community,” said Paul Lashway, a Norwich resident and prison guard at Camp Pharsalia for the past 10 years. He is also a steward for the local corrections officers’ union. “I thought we were trying to save jobs,” he said. “Here, they’re trying to take ’em.”

    Here’s the story in the Washington Post.

    I’ve said it before: prison guards don’t get a say in sentencing reform. Prisons are needed to keep dangerous people away from non-criminals. That’s it. Talking about prisons as any form of economic boost to the community is immoral.

    The purpose of prisons is not to provide jobs. I don’t want to pay poor white people to lock up poor black people. Prisons only make prisoners worse. There’s got to be a better way.

  • Drug Cartel Violence Spills Into U.S. From Mexico

    Drug Cartel Violence Spills Into U.S. From Mexico

    Surprised? You shouldn’t be. It’s just another sign of the failure of the drug war. What’s our exit strategy?

    Here’s the story in the New York Times.

  • Gangsta Rap, Yo-Boys, and B-more.

    So I’m trying to write and Schoolly-D’s “A Gangster Story” comes on. I hear him say “B-more” and “yo-boy” and perk up.

    I’ve always liked slang and wondered about the term “yo-boy” because it’s so common in Baltimore’s ‘hood but I’ve never heard it outside of Baltimore (what’s a “yo-boy?” You gotta read my book. You have, right? If not, here’s a useful link to Amazon.com so you can buy Cop in the Hood). According to Schoolly, “yo-boy” was known to him in Philadelphia and used at least as far back as 1985. And yes, surprisingly(?) gangsta rap owes a bit of its existence to Charm City.

    Get schooled by Schoolly:

    I think it’s about time that we discuss, know what I’m saying, gangsta rap. The true story of gangsta rap, where it come from, actually. Settle down now. Roll up something. This is how it went, you know:

    Back in 1985 I made this song called PSK, right? That’s a bad mother fucker, know what I’m saying. Am now, too. Shiit.

    You know, I mean, this reporter fromSpinMagazine, right? He was doing this article on these little young gangstas down in B-more, you know what I mean, called the yo-boys. So, you know, he drove down there for the weekend to do this little piece.

    But all weekend long, and shit, right, they kept playing this song: “Boom Platt Boom Platt Boom Platt.” Right? Know what I’m saying? … All weekend long. What the fuck was that song? They was like, what? That was my man, Schoolly D, up there in Phili, man, shit, nigger (you know how a nigger says, talking shit).

    He goes back up to New York City and he’s doing this story. And he still can’t get this song out his head and shit. “Boom Platt Boom Platt.”

    So he starts thinking it, right, you know: Pistols, cheeba, cars, gold, bitches, fast money, the fast life. That was that that gangsta life and shit, man. Shit. Know what I’m saying? Ganstas, gangtsa music, rap. He put all that shit together and came up with the term “Gangsta Rap.”

    So, you know what I mean, that was when we first heard gangsta rap from that song PSK I did in ’85. And it’s still alive today.

    I’ve figured out that that Spinarticle is the 1986 piece by Barry Michael Cooper, “In Cold Blood: The Baltimore Teen Murders.”

    I hadn’t heard of Mr. Cooper. I should have. He’s still active and lives in Baltimore. Here’s a interesting interview of Barry Michael Cooper where he explains, among other things, how “crack made hip-hop very corporate.”

    Anybody got a copy of that Spin article I can read?