More Cop Stuff 4

PRESIDENT GERALD FORD:
Kinda like his presidency, nothing. But, oh don’t kid yourself you knew there was going to be a but.
I had six blue hats assigned to me and our job was to secure a driveway entrance to the property. There were five driveways we were covering the one nearest to the front of the hotel where Ford was to speak. Our orders were on entrance or exit to any pedestrians or vehicles, and no one was underlined in red. People could still come and go but it was through a special driveway in the rear of the property. There was a special screening team. They had every scanner known to man there. They could check for drugs, explosives and democrats.
Anyway, back to me. My men were spaced across the drive standing at parade rest with there baton at low port arms. I was in front of them. We secured the lot and it was checked by the entire alphabet of law enforcement. The property was secure.
I guess we had been there for about an hour when the mob started to form. Most of them left wing want-a-be hippies. They
had their shredded leather coats and pants and beads lots and lots of beads.
Right in front of me was what looked to be a cleaner version of the rest of the crowd. It was a man a woman and a small boy. The boy was about 7 or 8 and dressed in a ty-dyed T-shirt with cut-off shorts made from a pair of old levies. The woman, maybe his mother, walked him up to me. With a look of hate in her eyes she places him right in front of me. She then turned around and walked to a place to take a picture of us. While she had her back to me I unsnapped my helmet and knelt on my right knee. I put my arm around the boy and whispered,” smile big for mommy.”
You should have seen the look on her face when she turned to face us. She came back to me and grabbed her son’s arm. She tugged it so hard that the boy let out a scream. I stood and said, “way to go mom.” She dragged the crying child to the next driveway to try again. To close they had seen what I did and, well not there either. Mom the boy and Dad disappeared never to be seen again.

PRESIDENT RICHERD M NIXON:
Now there was a man. My assignment was an intersection or a work in progress. The Secret Service mapped out a route to and from the airport, my intersection was on that route. Duties control traffic and crowds. The work in progress was that road would become Guadeloupe express way, a year or two later. I was there with three other men all white hats.
We watched the motorcade come and go. In between we listened to the radio traffic about the activity at the Civic Auditorium were he was to speak, being five miles away isn’t bad. When the speech was over radio notified us the motorcade was leaving, I don’t remember the term they used, but it meant they were driving over everything, living or dead, be ready. .
If you recall Nixon was a vert popular president, well liked by everyone, except 90 percent of the people. The mod at the Civic Auditorium were there to express their love, with rocks and bottles. Some one heaved a block of concrete that hit the passenger side windshield. The glass is bullet proof but that didn’t prevent the spider webbing. I don’t think he did his two-handed victory salute before they left.
The motorcade passed us at ninety MPH, and once again we were waiting to secure on orders from radio. While we waited a car came screaming to a stop in a cloud of dust. The door flew open and a man exited. The look on his face said he wasn’t happy. He stomped right up to me, three white hats and one blue, so naturally it’s me. He began poking me in the chest with his finger saying. “Someone is going to pay for this!” On the fourth poke I putt a reverse wrist lock on his hand and he when to his knees.
I said, “listen carefully. I am going to let you go and we will talk like we know what we are talking about. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?’
He then told me how he was in the construction area by mistake and came to an unmanned barricade. With on one to stop him he went around it, Smart Right? He turned onto the under-construction freeway and while minding his own business this car came out of nowhere and rammed him off the roar. The driver’s side of his car was a mess. I asked if he knew what was happening downtown. He said he did and was there to see for himself.
I told him his mistake was going around the barricade, and he compounded it by getting on the path of the Presidents motorcade. I told him that the police weren’t the ones he needed to talk to it was the Secret Service. I said, “you go to the federal building Monday morning and talk to them. I am sure they will take care of you.” Now that is a conversation I would have liked to see.