Per roll call, city wide, the department tasered
five people and peppered three in the month of July.
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Last night, the shift was given
green doored taser cartridges.
They have greater range
and longer probes.
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Despite the chill, despite the rain, it’s June. The calls come quick and hot.
Tonight, the shift’s short, so the rush is all the more - lights and sirens,
accelerate and go, and pray that cover’s close.
The night is a blur. You don’t break. You don’t eat. You earn your pay.
A priority three, domestic beef is holding. A drunk brother has locked his
sister out of the house they share.
I self dispatch to it on the box.
Radio had other ideas.
There’s a fight in an apartment off the Breakers. I’m sent.
Grumpy’s is my cover.
It’s bogus. There’s no fight. It’s a party. An annoyed neighbor
exaggerated the call to ensure swift police arrival.
As I code out the call, Grumpy takes the priority three.
When I clear, I head to cover.
Grumpy has two minutes on me. The call close: two minutes away.
I send a message.
As I arrive, across the street, Grumpy and the sister are running, down the
stairs and away from the house. The woman’s in the the lead. Grumpy has the
His eyes on the house, Grumpy is screaming,
“RD! RD! He pointed, he
pointed a gun at me!”
I run to the house, to trouble, to the woman and Grumpy. I bark at the
woman, order her down the street and away, out of sight, and behind cover.
As Grumpy hits the street, he’s hollering,
“That mother-fucker just pointed a gun at me!”
He’s pissed. He’s not thinking.
I grab him by the vest and put him behind the engine block of a pickup
on the street, and key my mike.
Grumpy just had a guy point a gun at him.
There’s no cover. The east-side cars are on their own hot calls. The few
available west-side cars are blocked by bridge openings over the river.
It’s all ours.
G. What does he have?
“ A Berretta, a 9mm... I asked if he would let his sister in and he locked
the door, ran into the house and returned, rattled the window,
pointing the gun at me! I got the gal to safety, but I shoulda
smoked that mother-fucker!”
I’m watching the "1" side, the front side and windows as Grumpy speaks.
I see the brother approach the picture window. He’s scanning
the sidewalk for a shot. He can’t see us, so he opens the door,
and walks outside, gun in hand.
My gun’s in my hand, pointed at his head. I’ve unholstered
and aimed without a thought.
You drop that gun or you’re fuckin’ dead!
His hands go up. He’s still holding the gun.
Drop that gun or I will .. fucking.. kill you!
My finger is in the trigger guard. I’m ready to shoot.
This is it. I’m going to have to kill a man.
Then, the man lowers the gun, and puts it on the brick
half-wall in front of him.
His hands go up. His hand go down. It’s an absurd hokey-pokey.
Get your hands up, and keep your hands up or I will shoot!
His hands waver. He wants to put them down. He wants the gun.
He wants to see if we’ll shoot.
My mind’s made. He moves for it, he dies.
I have to remove him from the temptation.
Keep those hands up. Walk down those stairs and leave that gun behind.
He thinks about it. He looks at the gun. He looks at me,
and walks down the stairs.
Grumpy moves to flank him, from my left to my right. He closes
and shouts out commands.
When the the man’s shoes touch the sidewalk, Grumpy orders,
“Get on your knees!”
The man complies.
I can smell the drunk on him as Grumpy yells, “Now, lay on your belly.”
It’s all by the numbers, all by training, a high risk technique.
The man starts, stalls, and pops back up.
I’ve had enough. I won’t let him go back to his gun.
I holster, draw my taser, and fire. The first probe hits him
in the right pect. The second strikes him under the jaw
by his left ear.
In the dark, you can see the lightning, the electricity arcing.
He starts to fall, then flail, yanking out the probe from under his ear.
The circuit is broken.
He starts to rise.
I’m not letting him up. I rush forward and drive the taser into his chest.
The man falls back. I end up with my knee in his belly and the taser
at his throat.
I cuff and stuff him before the world can come.
When I return to Grumpy, he’s holding the gun.
“That mother-fucker was threatening me with a fucking blank gun!”
It's a theatrical prop.
It fires, it sounds, but no bullets come out.
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Download Soundbite_ Taser
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As of January 1st, in this state, convicted felons may no longer possess tasers.
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Today, at West, the Armoury
received thirty-six additional tazers.
For the first time since the merger,
officers don't have to hunt
to find a working, charged weapon.
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