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I was twenty three years old and had already had a more diverse career than many police officers have during their entire time on the job. That was because I’d worked undercover for a year-and-a-half; mostly investigating narcotics dealers, but also some with...

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Parts of Milwaukee’s most derelict inner city areas have homes that were built in the early to middle 20th Century. They were, and remained as of the 1980s, beautiful buildings – at least by outward appearances. Their property values had fallen to a shockingly...

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Sometimes the whole truth about a crime never reaches the police. At least, not in an official way. I was on my way to Headquarters minutes before the end of my shift when a shooting was reported on the police radio. I picked up the dash microphone and told the...

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New York cops are the best! Well, at least two of them I met in about 1975 are the best. Or were, back then. They came roaring into Milwaukee one day, subpoenaed to the south east Wisconsin Federal District Court for a major drug trial regarding a crime that began in...

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  Field training is your real beginning moment as a cop. I’d been a police aide for the Milwaukee Police Department for nineteen months, been around cops and precincts and commanding officers and even close up to some people who’d been arrested for...