Our Special Tonight is Sudden Death
One of the things that drew me toward police work as I was leaving the Marines was my massive curiosity about this mysterious thing. I can’t list for you now what my specific questions were, and frankly lack the patience to do so. That is somewhat beside the point now. The point is that the institution, the profession, were massively mysterious and extremely difficult to do on the level that I was considering. I had a few go rounds with RP previously, and tried to stay away from personal experience, but that will not be possible now, so…excuse me while I whip this out.
There were numerous ways to pursue my curiosity back as a 25 year old, when I was first considering it. I was a 25 year old, experienced yet salty Marine veteran who could not be persuaded to continue in the Corps for any amount of money. Seriously, no amount of legal tender would have lured me back. I had scratched that itch, satisfied that curiosity about the world, and was bound for other challenges. Challenge was a big part of my motivation at that time. I don’t think I can really explain that. If you have felt them, and chased them, then you likely understand. If you haven’t, then you likely do not. It is an adrenalin high that propels you through physical weakness, focuses you though confusion, and steadies you through fear. At that age, when you can find that groove, it can be enjoyed. I was bound for the next one, and I required difficulty.
So, I was headed back to California. I had previously lived in Newport Beach and was planing to again because I enjoyed it. I applied to that department and pictured working in khaki shorts and riding in a Jeep on the beach for a major portion of my time. I also applied to the LAPD…because it was the LAPD. I went through a process that took about a year of flying back and forth from Atlanta to Southern California for the interviews, and testing, etc. In California, it is a rather involved process. I liked that. I wanted to compete against the best. After their portions were over, I was at the top of both of their lists for their academy classes. I wanted that. They competed for me. They pitched me on their departments. I was sure I would be working in Newport Beach, where I was already living by that time. Then I took my last visit with the LAPD where they pitched me.
After a year of probing me psychologically, maybe they had a lead on how to persuade me. I don’t know. All I know is, their pitch was no bullshit, and the most persuasive argument I had ever heard in my life. When you are applying to police departments, you must reveal to whom you are applying. They share information. LAPD knew I was applying at Newport Beach. Both pitches accurately described their respective cities. LAPD’s pitch went something like the following.
Los Angeles is a dirty, busy, dangerous city. There is crime around every corner, and you will work non-stop. You will rarely have a minute to yourself. The vast majority of your days will be spent going from one incident to the next, and your queue will never be worked off in the corse of an evening. It will start full when you begin, and it will end full as you turn your reporting district over to the next shift. You will work so much that you will barely recognize the inside of your apartment. And you know what, that is exactly what you want.
The last thing you want to to work where it is comfortable, pleasant, and easy. You’ll lose your edge, your partners will lose theirs, or ever worse, they may be incompetent. Then suddenly, when something requires sharp awareness, you’re dead. You want to be where it happens all the time, and your partners will be honed to a serious proficiency. You are safer in a dangerous environment among experts than in a resort area among relative tourists.
Not only did that approach work, it is accurate. Was I a challenge seeker? Yes. Did they likely know my psychological profile more than I knew myself? Quite possibly. Is it accurate? I still swear by it.
So, a little more curiosity was fed. And more riddles were ahead of me. Living as a Black person in the Midwest in the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s had a certain mystery aspect to it. White people who surrounded me, knew me and my family, and shared every experience that neighbors and friends share still only partially knew me. There were, and remain misunderstandings of what my life is like…completely. (Incidentally, this applies for me as well, and I began to see it as a high school senior thanks to my girlfriend at the time. I had zero concept for the continuing need for women’s liberation, and was blind to the level of misogyny built into our America).
Police work is directly analogous as an outsider status to being Black in America. Crazy assumptions about psychological motivations exist in ways, even among open-minded liberals, which would be condemned if the subject involved ethnicity or religion. Generalities which could not apply to a group so large are taken for granted. At 25, this curiosity was fascinating. At 56, it is exhausting.
My mom’s younger sister, Nancy…Aunt Nancy, had a clever way of putting things. Her daughter, my cousin Andi graduated from my high school at the age of 15. Andi was insanely intelligent..and talented. Her option for college were unlimited. I recall a conversation at a kitchen table between Aunt Nancy and my mom about financial aid…just a portion of it actually. I remember my aunt saying, that application is quite invasive. They want to know absolutely everything. Then she said, “they want to know when was the last time you took a piss, and which way the wind was blowing when you did.”
Now, I don’t know if she invented that saying, and I don’t know what adults in your environment talked like in front of kids (I was 14 at the time). But, I know I had only heard either one of them say “shit”, “damn”, and “ass”…and occasionally “shit-ass”. And those instances could be marked on a calendar. Those two teachers didn’t swear much or use graphic imagery. “Which way the wind was blowing the last time you took a piss…”, that one stuck. Thanks, Aunt Nancy.
That description, and the FAFSA for college tuition assistance was nothing compared to the background investigations, and the psychological investigations by the LAPD. I couldn’t possibly remember all of the things I was asked by detectives, and that doesn’t include the distances they went to talk to people from your past, like my 3rd grade teacher at a distance of 2,400 miles. Let’s just say they are thorough. They rejected 997 out of every 1000 applicants. That was just to gain entrance to the academy. You still had to pass. You had to live by a strict set of rules that no one in society had to live by…and you had to survive. Just thinking about it now is exhausting, but at the age of 25, and just having left the USMC, it was beyond appealing. Many, many Marines I knew before leaving thought is was insane to seek that job in L.A. “Too dangerous” they said. All the better.
Academy was 6 months of long days, and 6 day weeks. Blah…blah. The training was loosely based on USMC training, and one of the Chiefs from the 1940s was a USMC veteran…yada, yada. Blah, blah…blah blah…I graduated and got out onto the street. Life began.
Life actually began the last week of the academy, and before graduationI never knew . Graduating recruits are certified, and placed in cars with training officers at various divisions for regular shifts. This is one’s opportunity to see different styles, and for the divisions to see you. One woman in my class was actually involved in a shooting (shot at) during that week. She was not injured. I only say that to say, this was not your typical orientation. This one involved live ammunition, and people willing to use it against you. Whether or not you had graduated was not a factor.
I recall two officers killed during my rookie year on the department. I had a connection to both of them. Funerals for police officers are special things. I had been to many funerals in my time for family members, including my dad, and many members of the military that I did not know, so I thought I had some experience with funerals. Funerals for cops…and firemen are special. Funerals for these people who die on duty are always young, and the deaths are always violent and tragic. There are almost always young spouses, and often young children. These funerals are sad. The experience of burying my own father was not preparation for the sadness around a young officer, and an older Homicide detective that I barely knew.
The Detective’s name was Russ Custer. He was the head of Homicide in my division. If I remember correctly, Russ was from Iowa or Nebraska, or something. He was midwestern. He grew up on a farm, and was taking care of his parents who still managed the farm…again, if I remember correctly. Russ was well respected, well loved, and quite accomplished. He was a likable man, as reputation held. I did not know him well enough to attest to that personally.
Russ died while eating dinner at a Hungarian restaurant in the Hollywood hills. He was there with his wife, and some friends. What happened that night was just a crazy bit of happenstance. This restaurant was the favorite restaurant for Russ Custer and his wife. They dined there often. On the night of his death, there was a disturbance in the restaurant. The killer was a man who I remember by the description as being part of the “Hungarian Mafia.” I never knew Hungary had a Mafia, but I am well aware, at least by now, that there is organized crime everywhere. This particular man had been convicted here in the U.S., and the U.S. had been trying to deport him. Hungary wouldn’t take him, so he was stuck here.
On this particular night, this man tried to pay his dinner bill with a card that was declined. The waitress returned and let him know, and he went ballistic. He demanded that they take that payment. That was is possible, of course, so he continued to press his case. Eventually he stood up and pulled out a handgun. The gun had a laser pointer on it, and he started putting the pointer on various diners, playing the bay guy. Then the waitress said, “you had better knock it off because that man over there is Russ Custer, and he is the head of Homicide and Hollywood division.”
The Hungarian man found this interesting, so he turned to the man that the waitress has pointed out, and put the pointer on Russ’s chest. At that point, Russ was still seatedives are by death. with his hands in his lap. He started talking to the Hungarian and said, “look, nothing has happened yet. Just leave. No harm, no foul. Don’t take this any further, go out the door, and it’s all over. No big deal.” Russ was holding his gun in his lap, unbeknownst to the Hungarian man.
Soon after that, the man fired a couple of shots into Russ Custer’s chest, and ran out the door. As he was going out the door, Russ shot the Hungarian man in the back. The Hungarian man collapsed over a short wall just outside of the door. Russ died at the table.
I was working with Gene Hubbenthal the week of Custer’s funeral. I remember that only because I recall asking him if he planned to attend the funeral. Gene said, “nooooo, bud. I don’t do cop funerals anymore. Way too sad.” Now, I already loathed Gene Hubbenthal. I loathe him still. Gene Hubbenthal was possibly the worst human being I had ever known. He was an asshole with distinction. Gene once tried to talk a woman out of making a rape report because he wanted to go home. That’s just one taste of Gene Hubbenthal, and I have plenty. That should suffice.
So, when Gene said he wasn’t going, I just thought it was because he was such an asshole. He had zero credibility with me. Then I went to Russ Custer’s funeral.
To explain this portion requires you understand how crusty, cynical, and unemotional cops can be. Further still, you would have to have some idea of how completely unaffected Homicide detectives are by death. I have watched detectives from that table look at pieces of dead bodies on the street, or deceased people with family members all around, and crying like it is the end of the world, and express zero emotion. None. Then, you must experience detectives presiding at a funeral for their boss from their little group. And being that this murder took place in the division, it was the responsibility of these same detectives. This was not just the loss of a friend, but it was work. It was added to their workload…and then again it wasn’t. What I remember of the speech was the detectives explaining the story of the incident at the restaurant. They gave the details step by step. They cried, and broke down, and several had to take over for the one before him he finished. Then the last guy explained that Russ did them all a favor by solving his murder on his own.
In that explanation there was sadness, and gratitude, and reverence. It’s hard to recapture. But at the end, I thought, oh yeah, he did solve it. It was dramatic, and profoundly sad. The killing was senseless and had nothing to do with the job, and everything to do with the fact that he was a cop. Such is the life.
The other funeral was for a rookie officer. This particular officer was a woman. I thinkrticle she was nearly 5 months behind me at the academy. She was brand new on the department. Let’s say she was about 24 or 25. My age. She was married to a fireman, LAFD. They had two small children. She was at the part of her training where a training officer would look for certain activities to get her experience with the incident, and the report writing. I do not recall what he last stop was, but it was something innocuous like jaywalking or public urination. Something pretty low on the threat scale.
So, in this incident, the training officer was driving. The rookie was the passenger officer, and handled the computer. They saw an individual, and the training officer asked her if she had done one of those reports…whatever that was. She said no, so they stopped. In an LAPD uniformed patrol car, you bounce out of the car as soon as it comes to a stop. It is a habit you practice for safety reasons. In fact, if you wear a seatbelt at all, which is rare, you remove it before you get where you are going, which makes them almost pointless. Anyway, the driver stopped the car and bounced out. When I say bounce…I mean bounce. Hit the brake, throw it in park, have the door already cracked at get your feet on the ground. You get out of the car because it is a death trap in the case of an ambush. So the trainer bounced, and the rookie, not yet up to the pace and the procedure took an extra second to enter the code for “at scene.” The trainer started walking toward the suspect, and the suspect saw that the car had stopped and the officers were getting out to come talk to him. He started running immediately and pulled out a gun and shot over his shoulder without looking.
I don’t recall what happened to the suspect. I think he got away. No one knew he was armed. I recall the training officer turned around and walked back to the car. The rookie was still looking down at the computer screen…or so he thought. What actually happened was that the one shot over the guy’s shoulder went through the windshield and hit her squarely in the center of her forehead. She was dead by the time the training officer got back.
This wasn’t a dangerous stop. This was the opportunity to get a report for a new officer. What wasn’t known, and what could not be known at that point, was that the man had warrants, and was a dangerous criminal. He was determined to not be arrested, and was at the highest threat level in his head. The officers had no way of knowing that yet. That would have taken running him for wants and warrants, and they had not even approached him yet. He assumed that he had been identified.
I read an article about the various types of danger on police calls. This article was written in 1986. If I am not mistaken, the article if from statistics compiled by the FBI. The article, and the statistics give a ridiculous analysis of what is more dangerous than what. The analysis is based upon the occurrence of death to officers in various types of activities. The fact is, that is not how it should be determined. The most dangerous thing that officers face is the unknown. Statistically, most officers die in traffic accidents when all activities are taken into account, and I maintain that even that involves the unknown, but the larger point is, things like domestic disputes are extremely dangerous because they are so wildly unpredictable. Also, the lethal act by the citizen does not necessarily come from the main two people involved in the dispute. It could be anyone, like a child in the residence. I was personally attacked with a knife during a domestic dispute that I was called to. The attacked was a teenaged daughter. I just happened to catch her coming at me from the corner of my eye. I wasn’t looking at her, and no one was speaking to her. These situations are wildly unpredictable.
Art W. Stone
08/27/2020 @ 9:21 pm
This is why he had to be stopped. Not why he didn’t.
Nor does it explain 7 shots.
Thanks for the writing.
Peace is a negotiated dream but never a promise.
Bitey
08/27/2020 @ 9:35 pm
I can’t explain 7 shots. Although I drew my weapon many times, I never had to shoot. The one time I would have, I had to hold back because I was in a crossfire. 2 officers were standing behind the man who had a gun pointed at me. I was the one shouting commands at the guy with the gun. The thought went through my mind that I could not shoot him without risking the officers standing behind him. If there had been no officers behind him, I would have shot him as he turned to face me with his gun pointed forward.
It was a hectic scene. It was very noisy with 2 helicopters overhead, and twelve LAPD units surrounding. I had 51 rounds on my person. I had 16 in the gun I was holding, 30 in two extra magazines, and 5 in a backup revolver in my back pocket. When that dude’s gun came around facing me, if he had not dropped it…which he eventually did, my thought was to give him every bullet I had. We were separated by about ten feet. 51 bullets would have required emptying my gun, reloading twice and emptying each magazine, then switching to a second gun and emptying that one. I can’t account for the 7, but when I had a gun pointed at me, I specifically set my mind to shooting him 51 times. I told myself that the only way I stopped was to be dead myself, or have another officer stop me before I could accomplish one of the extra 3 steps. I did not shoot him once…but that is what it felt like.
Koshersalaami
08/27/2020 @ 10:02 pm
I’ve never had a source for any of this. It’s a perspective I’ve never gotten anywhere else.
Though it leads me to a question:
Why would you think it would take 51 shots to stop a guy? Are there a lot of stories of a suspect getting hit multiple times and firing back? I’ll put it another way: Why would you feel it would take 51 shots to stop a guy? What’s this idea of multiple shots? Is it in case you miss?
Bitey
08/27/2020 @ 10:13 pm
Great question. The best way I can explain it is that it is sort of controlled panic. He and I were standing very close. My main options were removed. The only way I was going to shoot was if he shot first because of the crossfire. So, I had to hope that at such close range, my marksmanship was better. I hoped my bullets hit him before his hit me. I hoped the 1st through the 51st hit him before his first hit me…unless stopped otherwise. It’s hard to explain, probably most especially to you. It is not entirely reasonable. It’s like knowing that you can only high jump 6 and a half feet, and knowing that you have to jump 7. It’s like being approached by a shark in the water. You know you have to strike him on the nose. You don’t think of striking him just once. You’re going to go out with everything you have.
The officer who shot Blake shot him 7 times. I don’t know what he saw or heard. With what I know, it seems like more than necessary. But I am making that judgment from very far away. The problem I see is that people see themselves as having all of the necessary information. This is a tragedy. I wish it had not happened. Blake is in police custody now. Do you think he is in custody for being shot 7 times? I don’t know all of the facts here. No one does.
Jonna Connelly
08/27/2020 @ 10:44 pm
Your history is inspiring and impressive. You make me feel like, for all my words, maybe I shouldn’t judge. On the other hand, do you think Waukesha, WI or even Minneapolis has such an intense and thorough recruiting process?
Sometime I’d like to read what you write about all the scandals we hear about in the LAPD. (Unless I’m confusing fiction, books and movies, with reality.) Nah, maybe it’s time for your book.
As for the 7 bullets or the 51 bullets – or however many – I think your description of “controlled panic” sounds like what’s most likely.
Bitey
08/28/2020 @ 4:53 am
I doubt there is anything in Minnesota that can recruit like anything in Los Angeles, other than the Mayo Clinic. The police departments certainly do not have that sort of pull.
As for police work generally, I am ashamed of what it has become. I can’t say that I know the reasons why, but much of it comes from what happened to the country since 2001. Also, people acting like demagogues over every incident is not helping anyone. Throwing the Blake incident in the same bucket as the George Floyd incident is idiotic. People will have to deal with the complexity of these issues like adults, and increasingly we are not.
Ron Powell
08/28/2020 @ 6:49 am
Did it ever occur to you that you were subjected to extreme and intense scrutiny and vetting because they wanted to be absolutely certain that they weren’t about to recruit and hire some kind of black activist, advocate, or John Lewis type of ‘trouble’ maker into their midst?
People who would recruit and hire white supremacists are not particularly interested in hiring black people who would ‘rock the boat’.
They would only be interested in ‘the good ones’ who would do exactly what they are told to do without question or pause…
https://www.blmla.org/newsfeed/2019/10/1/lapd-recruiting-on-white-supremacist-website
https://knock-la.com/meet-lapd-commander-cory-palka-who-is-totally-not-a-white-supremacist-309ce9e747f5
Is it possible that you were subjected to a double standard re your fitness to ‘protect and serve’ while wearing a badge and carrying a gun?
Bitey
08/28/2020 @ 9:17 am
Ron, when you falsely quote me to me…you lose all right to converse with me. I know dishonesty when I see it. You’re it.
Take care, Ron.
Ron Powell
08/28/2020 @ 9:55 am
@Bitey;
I don’t believe I quoted you to you.
Sorry if you think so…
Bitey
08/28/2020 @ 10:46 am
This is what you do, Ron. You have started several comments saying, “Bitey thinks…”. Then you insert some vile straw man. When I want your perspective, I ask you the question and allow you to contribute it. I say, Ron, how would you handle it? If you refuse, you refuse. You do the dishonest thing os presuming to say what I would say without even asking. That is what I mean by a false quote. “Bitey thinks…”, or “Bitey says…”, etc. It’s a filthy practice, Ron. Now, leave my page permanently.
Koshersalaami
08/28/2020 @ 9:26 am
I think it is more likely that they wanted minority candidates for political reasons and when they found an exceptionally qualified one he had extra value. That’s true everywhere, including at universities.
You’ll notice Bitey says he’s ashamed of what policing has become. We don’t know that White supremacists were openly recruiting for the LAPD when he served. There was certainly racism at the time but systemic racism wasn’t necessarily in that blatant a form. Since the sixties, open supremacism is more of a Trump thing. Before that it was a fringe thing. The LAPD would have been terrified of being associated with, for example, the Klan. We know there was extreme racism in the department which we saw in the OJ case but it was more hidden.
Bitey
08/28/2020 @ 9:56 am
Don’t indulge Ron Powell’s racist game. It is a game. He’s trying to grade legitimate Blackness, and assign himself the role of arbiter. Again, do not indulge or fall for this racist bullshit that he is attempting.
That “did it ever occur to you…” bullshit is an attempt to play inside my head. Furthermore, Malcom X said the same bullshit to Martin Luther King Jr early on. Ron likes to quote Ron Lewis, who we all respect, but Lewis was an acolyte of King. The principles of non-violent resistance was trashed by many Blacks at the time with the same sort of bullshit that Ron is using right now. It’s filthy, and Ron Powell is lacking in character. Ron Powell was investigated by the FBI in order to be commissioned by the Air Force in exactly the same ways that he tries to accuse. The attempt at this racist smear is demented.
Ron Powell
08/28/2020 @ 9:59 am
@Koshersalaami;
Systemic racism in policing didn’t begin after Bitey left the Department….
What’s happened since his time is more widespread exposure of it thanks to the use of cell phone videos, police body cameras and the internet….
Bitey
08/28/2020 @ 10:12 am
Ron, racism in America predates both of us. You suggest that I am complicit with it…and presumably you are not. Stop this you’re not Black nonsense. Shame on you.
Ron Powell
08/28/2020 @ 10:36 am
@Koshersalaami;
While writing our book both Lezlie and I expressed our displeasure at being characterized as exceptional e.g. “different from” or “not like the other black people…”
In other words, we were expected to be unlike the stereotypes…
Which was a quality required beyond simply being an exceptionally well qualified applicant for whatever…
Koshersalaami
08/28/2020 @ 3:00 pm
Ron,
What’s that got to do with anything? For one thing, you’re conflating expectations of recruiters with expectations of bosses and peers. What’s on the table here is recruitment.
The issue is pretty simple. Large organizations, particularly public organizations, are under pressure to have employee populations in some kind of ethnic proportion resembling that of the population at large but various ethnicities don’t have equal access to education so the number of qualified applicants available isn’t in proportion to ethnic populations. What this means is that qualified minority candidates are more scarce than qualified majority candidates. The result is that extremely qualified minority candidates are heavily sought after. That’s true of the LAPD, AT&T, and Harvard for that matter.
The implication that Bitey as a result of having been an LA cop many years ago is somehow linked to whichever White supremacists are trying to raise their numbers in the LAPD is filthy. It is insulting to both Bitey and the LAPD whose management is highly likely to view White supremacist recruitment into their department as a problem, much as the US Armed Forces may have supremacists recruiting for them but it runs counter to the aims of an organization that integrated before any major civilian institutions did.
As personal implications go, this one’s pretty sick.
08/28/2020 @ 3:41 pm
Bitey
08/28/2020 @ 9:42 am
Ron Powell is posting links to websites on this comment thread regarding the LAPD recruiting on a white supremacist website. This post is about 2 people killed on the department in the early 1990s. I couldn’t tell you what the LAPD is doing now, and would not presume to. Ron Powell suggests that I may be subject to social forces (like websites) when the World Wide Web did not even exist at that time. Pitiful.
Ron Powell
08/28/2020 @ 10:07 am
@Bitey;
“I couldn’t tell you what the LAPD is doing now, and would not presume to.”
Systemic racism in policing didn’t start after you left the Department…
You made your recruitment and training an integral element of your “story”…
I’m sorry that you feel that my focus is misplaced here…
“Ron Powell suggests that I may be subject to social forces….”
I didn’t suggest I said that you might have been subjected to a double standard and a greater degree of scrutiny…
Believe me, I know the feeling…
Ron Powell
08/28/2020 @ 10:14 am
@Bitey;
“I couldn’t tell you what the LAPD is doing now, and would not presume to.”
Systemic racism in policing didn’t start after you left the Department…
You made your recruitment and training an integral element of your “story”…
I’m sorry that you feel that my focus is misplaced here…
“Ron Powell suggests that I may be subject to social forces….”
I didn’t suggest I said that you might have been subjected to a double standard and a greater degree of scrutiny…
Believe me, I know the feeling…
Bitey
08/28/2020 @ 10:22 am
Ron, you don’t have a focus. You’re dishonest. You smear.
In our initial conversation I asked you how you would handle the Blake arrest differently. You dodged. You slither away from any position. You stand back and toss garbage. It is obvious. We have nothing to discuss. “Did you ever think…”, pure bullshit, and you know it. How dare you! “One of the good ones”. How dare you!
Find your way off of my page, Ron. I said take care. Leave peacefully, and stop making a stink. You repeatedly force people to leave sites where you’re present. I get it now. You are of low character, and no smear is beneath you. Keep your pathetic, lonely, dishonest ass off of my page. Are we clear? I am not applying for your Blackness approval.
As for the rest of you, don’t be foils in Ron’s bullshit.
08/28/2020 @ 3:36 pm
Bitey
08/28/2020 @ 3:47 pm