By JILLIAN LAND Satellite Correspondent, Tulsa World
Police ride-along offers correspondent a look at Tulsa's not-so-wild side
6:45 a.m. — There is a police car parked outside of my house.
If any of my neighbors were up (which I’m sure they are not, as it is outrageously early on a Sunday morning), they’d probably be thinking, “There go those Lands again.” But they would be wrong.
This is not just any police car. This is John 29, the car of Tulsa Police Department Cpl. Dave Witt, who has come to pick me up as part of the TPD’s Citizen Ride Along program.
The technical term for offi cers like Witt is “seasoned veteran”; he has been a member of TPD for almost three decades, and received many awards along the way. But his biggest accomplishment will be putting up with me on a ride-along today.
With my youthful intuition and his experience in the field, he and I are sure to be one of the most dynamic crime-fighting duos ever seen.
7 a.m. — Before we go out and strike fear into the hearts of criminals everywhere (or at least in midtown), we start the day with a meeting at headquarters.
I am introduced to Witt’s fellow offi cers. There is a briefing on various situations the police are facing, but for the most part, the group seems pretty easy-going, handling this incredibly early morning admirably.
7:30 a.m. — The day starts out slowly, so we head for breakfast. No, not doughnuts — IHOP!
As we eat, I listen intently to the radio, hoping to get an emergency call from dispatch.
Witt explains to me that he is a corporal in the John unit of TPD. The city is divided into three patrol divisions, with four units within each one.
The John unit, for instance, patrols the area from 11th to 41st street from north to south, and from Sheridan Road to the Arkansas River east and west.
While at breakfast, Witt shared some of his philosophy with me about his job. “Crime is virtually always a conscious choice,” he said.
8:30 a.m. — Still no calls from dispatch. Is it morally wrong to hope someone commits a crime?
9 a.m. — To pass the time, I keep quizzing Witt on his role as a policeman. He stresses that police offi cers are not superior to others, just more observant.
“A lot of civilians think we have some special ability to spot things,” he said. “What we’re doing is paying attention.”
9:50 a.m. — I suppose it’s good that the city of Tulsa is not constantly rampant with wrongdoings, but seriously, not even a traffic violation?
9:51 a.m. — Aha! There is a woman double-parked outside of a QuikTrip! I wait anxiously for Witt to cuff her and take her down to the station, or write her a giant ticket. Instead, we go inside and buy fountain drinks. Still not a lot of action, but at least now Rooster Booster is involved.
11:04 a.m. — We head downtown to tour the 911 center, offi cially called Public Safety Communications. This where your call lands if you dial 911. Dispatchers then send out police offi cers, fi refi ghters and/or EMSA paramedics to respond to those calls.
One of the dispatchers shows me around the center.
It is at this point that another dispatcher receives a call and proceeds to make the greatest statement of the day.
“Oh, great, we’ve got a naked guy.”
Apparently, a call has just come in that a man is running around in nothing but a bathrobe, carrying a half-empty liquor bottle. I look at Witt to see whether we can go arrest him, but he’s downtown and out of John unit’s jurisdiction.
1:15 p.m. — After lunch, we head back down to the station, where I get to see the Intoxilyzer —a giant machine that determines an allegedly drunken driver’s blood-alcohol level.
Next to the Intoxilyzer is the holding area, a set of uncomfortable-looking wood benches with handcuffs attached.
Not exactly what you’d call cozy, but if you want to sit in a more enjoyable place, then don’t get arrested.
1:25 p.m. — With all of this down time, I begin talking to Witt about what his career has been like.
“I still enjoy coming to work every day, and if you can still say that after 30 years, you’ve done pretty well for yourself,” he told me.
3 p.m.—I ask Witt whether he’s ever turned on his lights and sirens just to avoid having to stop at a red light. He laughs, and then gives me a very stern “No.” I tell him maybe he should consider it.
4:35 p.m.—Other than little calls here and there, the day has been relatively calm.
Obviously, midtown’s hardened criminals caught wind that today was not the day to mess around.
Then, just as we are about to head home, there is a call! The complaint is about a man hitting another man’s car after allegedly “missing his driveway” while returning home from the store.
This man missed his driveway because he thought it might be smart to drink all morning, then go to the store and buy some milk.
The man who’d had the front end of his PT Cruiser smashed evidently did not think this was such a great idea, and neither did the police. Milk Man, meet the Intoxilyzer.
5 p.m. — I am half-asleep on the ride home. Witt, on the other hand, is relatively upbeat, as if he could patrol for another 10 hours. As he drops me off back at my house, I remark that it was a pleasure fighting crime with him.
He laughs and tells me to get some sleep, but I am way ahead of him. Immediately I go in and take a nap. Dishing out justice is exhausting.
Jillian Land 581-8336
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By JILLIAN LAND Satellite Correspondent
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