Fritz
Over the years I worked with a couple of police officers that were real psychopaths. I met one of them in my annual “Racial Sensitivity Class". We were all required to take this class each year to make us more sensitive. The class lasted an entire day and consisted of different speakers, usually social workers and psychologists. There was also a great deal of audience participation. Mainly the police department was covering its rear end just in case there should be any kind of racial incident. The department would be able to say that we all had “Racial Sensitivity” training. We all thought these classes were really dumb, especially the black officers that had to participate. They were a waste of time. Since we were getting paid for sitting around we didn’t mind too much. We pretended to pay attention and tried to keep from laughing at some of the stuff they told us. One part of the course was when a black girl social worker would sit in a chair in the middle of the classroom and we all got in a line and had to walk by her and touch her afro. This was so we could see that her hair was really very soft and not rough or course like most white people think a black persons hair is. “Like we had never touched an afro before, what did they think we held on to while we handcuffed them?”
Jim Ring was in this class with me. He was called “Ding Dong” by most of us. He was one of those dangerous psychopaths or sociopaths, I get them confused, that made you wonder how he got by all the psychological tests to be hired. Jim was a very scary individual. He was only 5’9” with a slight build and coke bottle glasses with heavy black frames, but he was the scariest guy I ever met. Jim was very unpredictable. I saw him pull his pistol in the police locker room, put it up to another officer’s head and cock it. He was just horsing around, but it was very scary. He liked to use his gun to knock on doors and to knock on people’s heads. He was always using excessive force on some prisoner or when he was making an arrest, but the high ranking officers were so afraid of him that he got away with it. They were afraid that if they disciplined him that he might sneak into their house one night and kill them in their sleep. I once saw Jim push an old crippled guy in a wheel chair down a flight of stairs, because he wouldn’t tell him where his son was hiding.
“Ding Dong’ had a very effective method for finding out information. He would knock on the front door of a house with the butt of his pistol and when the person he wanted to get information from opened the door, he would knock him down with his pistol butt and ask the guy questions as he slammed the door repeatedly on the guys head. They not only always told Jim everything they knew, but from then on every time they saw him, they would tell him anything new they might have learned ...
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