A policeman is someone who writes your name down after you’ve been robbed.
It would surprise no independent observer if the motto, In God we trust, were one day expunged from the coins of the republic by the Junkers at Washington, and the far more appropriate word, Verboten, substituted. Nor would it astound any save the most romantic if, at the same time, the goddess of liberty were taken off the silver dollars to make room for a bas relief of a policeman in a spiked helmet.
The only good bureaucrat is one with a pistol at his head. Put it in his hand and it’s good-by to the Bill of Rights.
Badges? We ain’t got no badges. We don’t need no badges. I don’t have to show you any stinking badges.
As a rule, cops didn’t lie to other cops the way they lied to practically everyone else.
I’m my own police.
We are the police.
The state torturer has teamed with a Mafia assassin to kill Castro. They’ve missed Castro but butchered a square block. “We’d better get out of here before the police come,” says the wise guy. The torturer blinks at him: “We are the police.”I didn’t need to worry about communists though — the police were enough for me.
I was quite overcome with astonishment, Major Scobie, to sit in a police court and hear true facts from the mouths of policemen.
Policeman’s Wisdom [hardscrabble Arkansas, 1955]
Let the niggers go their own way, as long as they don’t get in our way.
Should the police actually succeed in eliminating all crime, they will simultaneously succeed in eliminating themselves as a necessary adjunct to society, and no organized force or power will ever eliminate itself willingly.
Cops are paid by the owners, not by the tenants.
The police offer firm leadership in their contempt for the law.
