Before we get started, if politically incorrect bothers you, leave now. You won’t like the story
If it were to happen today, I’m sure some good people would be in trouble, but it didn’t. It happened well over 50 years ago.
I think it’s safe to assume that everyone involved has long since retired and moved far away. or passed away by now. It’s also safe to assume the hero in the story is somewhere in heaven by now. It’s way too late for some Activist to try and make themselves a name screaming about police brutality or defendant’s rights. It’s a true story, although after all this time, some minor details might’ve gotten screwed up a little.
My father was a Washington DC firefighter, I first heard the story from him sometime in the mid-1950s. Back then, especially if payday was a few days off, it was common for police officers to stop by a fire house for free coffee and often a free meal. The firemen were always cooking something, they always had fresh coffee, they were more than willing to share both while they traded stories with the cops.
One afternoon, while my father was working, a DC Police Officer came into the fire house laughing. While he was pouring himself a cup of coffee he hollered across the fire house. “Guys come here, you aren’t going to believe this one.
As the firemen gathered around the policeman started his story.
“I had a call this morning, The dispatcher said a guy who sounded old had called about coming home the store and catching a burglar in his house. I was clear, so I took the call and headed over. When I knocked on the door, an old black gentleman,well into his 70s, answered and invited me in. I asked if you called about a burglary and he said:
“Yes please come in officer, why don’t we sit down in my dining room and I’ll fetch us some coffee and then I’ll tell you about it.”
“With that he led me into his dining room, when I sat down he headed into the kitchen and brought out a couple cups of coffee, then he asked if I wanted a piece of apple pie he’d bought at the bakery that morning. He said it was really good pie, he was sure I’d enjoy it, and headed back to the kitchen then came back the pie and sat down.”
“He pointed at a picture of a guy in uniform, and proudly told me that was his grandson who’d served in Germany during the War– and another one of his wife who’d gone to be with Jesus’
“He was such a nice old gentleman I didn’t want to interrupt, but finally I said, didn’t you call about a burglary?”
Yessir I did, don’t you worry, I’ll get to that in a minute, that picture there, those babies are my great grand children- aren’t they beautiful– oh where’s my manners, your cup’s empty I’ll be right back.. a minute later he was back with more coffee.
“I decided it was time to find out what was going on-
“What About The Burglary?
The old man replied, “Oh that, here’s what happened, I went out to the store and the bakery this morning, when I got back some guy was in here, in my house, he’d climbed in through a window- ‘
I asked where he’d gone, how’d he get out?
“Don’t you worry officer, that boy, he ain’t gone no-where, he’s still right here. he’s not leaving..” was the old gentleman’s answer..
The Cop went on, “Let me tell you guys, the way that old man said it sent chills down my back, just as calm and serious as could be. I looked around, no sign of blood, everything looked like it should, but I was really wishing I’d asked for a back-up”
“I asked if I could see the guy, let me tell you, I was starting to worry”
The old man replied, “Officer, he’s not going anywhere, you just relax and enjoy your coffee”
I told him I really needed to take a look.
“Okay Officer, shame to let that coffee get cold, right this way, he’s right here in my kitchen” and he led the way..
The cop continued. ”Man it was like a picture outta the movies, there was this kid, he was sixteen, he was spread eagled against a wall, right next to the window he’d busted in, he’d made it about two feet- About a foot behind the kid was the biggest German Shepard I’ve ever seen in my life. The kid started to turn his head, the dog bared his teeth and let out a very low growl. The kid froze.”
The old man said “You see officer, I told he wasn’t going anywhere. now come on back in my dining room and we’ll finish our coffee..
The kid yelled out, ”Officer, You Gotta Get Me Outta This I’m A Juvenile, I Got My Rights.”
The dog told the kid about his is rights with a STFU growl.
The cop went on, “I had to turn away so the kid wouldn’t see me laugh, then I told the old man he should probably call the dog off because the kid was a juvenile.
The old man answered,”Officer, you might know he’s a juvenile, I might know he’s a juvenile, but my dog….. my dog, he don’t know nothing about no juvenile.
“You can use my phone in living room to call for somebody to take this kid away, you tell em they don’t have to hurry, I’ll make us some fresh coffee, we can chat some while we wait. That boy ain’t goin’ anywhere, you just make that call and I’ll be out in minute with more coffee, sure is some nice weather we’ve been having. you be sure and tell those folks, there’s no need to rush, this ain’t no emergency”
Yessiree, that Old Black Guy was a Real Gentleman,
He was class act, and he made sense, the kid wasn’t going anywhere. Another cup of coffee sure sounded good.
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