I'm in the Department and had better keep my mouth shut. But I must candidly say that I have never known the Police Department to be in such a bad state as it is it right now. One day we receive one imperative order, and on the next another quite different, so that we hardly know what to do. And because we can't do everything we are criticized by everybody and abused by every ragamuffin. It's nothing but "orders," "orders." And so many orders make nothing but disorders.--"A Grumbling Police Captain." New York Daily Times, Feb 2, 1856 (lightly edited)
However I'd better not blab -- what right have we to blab? -- we're in the Department. But it's enough to make one swear. As I said before, we're pitched into by newspapers and by everybody.
Every complaint against a policeman, no matter how foolish, must be taken down by the clerk and investigated, because he has been ordered to do so.
But then I won't say a word. I'm in the department. There may be a reporter about, so I'll shut up.
July 5, 2016
Low Police Morale (or: the more things change...)
Last night a police captain said: