Christian Family Services Ministry

11-21-2023 – A Word to the Wise – February 27, 1986. Element 341

Sometimes you meet violence with violence.

This evening we were patrolling near Grand and Parnell when Dean comes on the radio screaming for help at 3600 Holmes. We were only 4 blocks away and turned on our lights and siren. “341 enroute we are only 4 blocks away”. “341, 348, 312, 317 cover 313 code 3”.

We come to a screaming halt at 3600 Holmes. It is a large apartment complex full of dope dealers. I jumped out of the car while it is still moving and go to help Dean who has a semi-choke hold on a suspect who is struggling violently.

I ran up and hit the suspect as hard as I can with my flashlight in the groin. He falls to the ground. I looked around and saw a large crowd gathering. Dean’s squad car is covered in blood, his and the suspects. The suspect is still struggling Tony runs up and helps handcuff the suspect.

The other squads began to arrive, and the crowd backed off. A second suspect is sitting in his vehicle with both his hands out the window.

Two other officers get him out and begin to question him. He is eventually released. We called for an ambulance. They arrive and start to look at the suspect. He is still screaming.

Tony put the suspect in our back seat and told DFD to follow us and get away from that location for safety purposes. We stop under the I-45 Bridge.

I took the suspect out of the back seat still screaming and put him in the ambulance to be examined. Tony goes back to talk to Dean and find out what had happened. In the meantime, the suspect starts screaming again, said he is going to kill me and tried to kick me in the face. Bad choice on his part. He missed and I pushed him back down on the stretcher. All of a sudden, he kicked me in the chest, and I go flying out the ambulance.

By this time, I have had enough. I grabbed him by the cuffs and literally dragged him back to the squad car throw him in and slammed the door. Tony and Dean think it funny. I got in the back seat and told him he had better stop his crap or he is going to wish he had never been born.

He settled down a minute and Tony came back, and we started for Parkland Hospital. All of a sudden, he started trying to get my gun. I slapped him hard, forcing him to one side, and then put him in a choke hold until he passed out. I release him. It takes him a couple of minutes to recover and then he starts fighting again.

I choked him out again. He struggles and fights me all the way to Parkland Hospital. When we get there, we tie him down to a stretcher, handcuffing his feet and hands to the sides and ends of the stretcher. We get him inside and he calms down.

Finally, an intern walked up to exam him and got really arrogant with me. “Get those handcuffs off of him”. “Sorry but this guy is violent they stay on”. “This is my patient now take them off”. I tell him he is stupid and you’re going to learn a harsh lesson.”

He tells me he is a doctor and to do as he says. I tell him, I am a doctor and you’re still an idiot. I then took the cuffs off his feet and backed away. The doctor stepped up to the gurney. In a flash the prisoner reaches up and kicks the doctor in the chest and he falls back six or seven feet. I walked over, looked down at the doctor, and said, “Now do you understand why he is tied down? Do you want me to take his handcuffs off too? He is very meek. “No put them back on”.

Lord, how does someone deal with a prisoner like this? He made me so angry in the squad car that I had no mercy at all. It took three hours at Parkland to get him examined before we could take him to jail. He continues to threaten me. But he did not try to attack again. I guess I finally got his attention.

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