"I was sitting here at the ranch thinking about Christmas. My son is a one year new police officer for a neighboring town and he is going to have to work both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. He works the graveyard shift.My thoughts:
As I thought about that, I recalled one Christmas, back in 1966, when I was a deputy sheriff and was also working both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. There was a relatively poor family living out on what was called the Mesa. The father was a long-haul trucker and the mom worked at a local cleaners. Their four kids ranged from six to thirteen years of age. The father was going to be home for Christmas with his family for the first time in a long while. You see, he hauled frozen turkeys as part of his trucking job.
Well, on the afternoon of Christmas Eve, my partner and I got a call to take a burglary report at this same family's residence. It seems they came home from work and found their house had been burglarized and all the Christmas presents under their small Christmas tree were gone. The younger kids were crying and even the oldest had big ol' tears in his eyes. The dad was down, and I mean down in the dumps, and the mother was busy trying to comfort all of them.
My partner and I even felt really bad about what happened to them on that Christmas Eve. We took the report and left them to themselves to suffer through what would have been a very merry Christmas. That would have been especially true for two of the boys, since they were going to get brand new bicycles for Christmas. The dad had picked them up from lay-a-way the day before.
Well, we drove off in our patrol car and decided to go have some coffee in a local coffee shop. Cops tend to do that a lot, you know. Anyway, we finished our coffee and pulled away from the coffee shop only to spot an older model large truck pass by with what appeared to be two brand new bicycles in the truck bed. The driver and the passenger were men who appeared to be in their late fifties.
We couldn't seem to feature those two older guys riding bicycles for some reason. We fell in behind the truck as it made its way slowly along State Highway One near the beach. As we pulled closer (it was dark by now), we could see in our headlights what appeared to be red bows tied to the handlebars of the two bicycles.
We could also see some Christmas wrapping once in a while from a little further down inside the truck bed. The bicycles that were stolen were reported to be blue and red in color. The bicycles in the truck were blue and red.
Now, even two deputy sheriffs full of bad coffee could figure out that what we were looking at was a clue. We lit up the truck (turning on our red lights) and pulled it over.
I did the walk up from the driver's side while my partner covered everything from the right rear while holding a racked up 12 gauge shotgun. He and I knew immediately that we had found the Christmas burglars. We busted the two bad guys and booked them in the county jail for burglary.
We knew the whole time the charges were not going to stick because we took that stolen property, and instead of placing it in evidence we had another deputy haul it in his own personal truck back to the family out on the Mesa. When we all pulled into the family's driveway at about eight o clock that same night with all those gifts, including the two new bicycles, there are not any words that could describe the amount of happiness that filled the air. That trucker looked at my partner and me and simply said, "I owe you guys big time."
It was on the following New Year's day that my partner and I arrived at the department to go on duty and the desk sergeant told us to go look in the squad room. Setting on top of the table in there were two huge and still frozen, thirty pound turkeys."
1. Sadly, if this story took place in Christmas 2006, the sheriffs could not have taken the same approach. If they had, no doubt various criminal coddling so-called "minority rights" groups, ranging from the ACLU to the SPLC to whoever else, would have accused the police of false arrest, and taking a bribe--of frozen turkeys. Perhaps today the sheriffs could have phoned the family and told them their gifts were found and to have a delayed Christmas.
2. The sheriffs would be accused by the aforementioned commie lib groups (ACLU, La Raza, SPLC, etc.) of abusing the poor ethnic minority criminals if they happened to be Mexican American or some other designated group (a high demographic chance in San Luis Obispo County), and it wouldn't matter one bit even if the robbed poor family was also Mexican American or some other designated group (an even higher demographic probability in San Luis Obispo County, as burglars often are burglarizing their own communities). And God help the sheriffs if the robbers were illegal aliens.
3. Gee, if the police back in 1966 had such power to abuse minorities with impunity, as the commie libs assert, why would the burglary charges not stick if the stolen property was returned in time for Christmas? Wouldn't the testimony of the victims and the sheriffs been enough? Could it be that the police back then didn't have the ability to act with impunity after all?