Jeff Hairabedian also known as Raw Ink and author of The Masonic Prophecy; reflects on his uncle Ted Snoddy who play football for Utah State while in college 1964 Hall of Fame and Ted's interception while working as a deputy sheriff in the San Diego Courthouse
Jeff Hairabedian also known as Raw Ink and author of The Masonic Prophecy; reflects on his uncle Ted Snoddy who play football for Utah State while in college 1964 Hall of Fame and Ted's interception while working as a deputy sheriff in the San Diego Courthouse
Jeff Hairabedian also known as Raw Ink and author of The Masonic Prophecy; reflects on his uncle Ted Snoddy who play football for Utah State while in college 1964 Hall of Fame and Ted's interception while working as a deputy sheriff in the San Diego Courthouse
Eight months ago my Uncle Ted passed away after a long bout with cancer. Ted was a lawman if there ever was one, he work as a Deputy Sherriff for twenty years then a Detective retiring from the San Diego Sheriff's Department. Was not long before he would once again pick up the badge, hired as an Investigator by the San Diego District Attorney’s Office, he work another ten years until learning he had cancer.. Services were held at Graceland Chapel in Escondido where he lived, a suburb just north of San Diego. A crowd of sixty people gather in the wind and rain, mostly colleagues and friends from law enforcement. Slowly they begin to squeeze through the small doors of the chapel to pay their respects. The Chaplin read the short eulogy a family member had wrote and when it came time to ask if anybody had something they wanted to say about his character it seemed every hand in the room went up. The men and women each with their own personal experience to share. One by one they talked of a man who would have gave his life for them, they describe a man of courage, honor, and integrity. Of a man that they trusted and relied on that cheered them up when down, one that made them laugh and in the end cry. One story that was told of how my uncle always had time to make others feel good about the job they were doing. My Uncle Ted was known to have given out awards, usually a plaque to fellow teammates and co-workers in honor of some performance or good job they did, given to individuals within the organizations he belongs. A little token of appreciation in a big world where so many deserving such a thing go unrecognized, an atta-boy, pat-on the back, simple smile and thank you to hang on your office wall. The person telling the story was another Deputy who worked with my uncle for a time in the Superior Court house downtown San Diego. The story he told was of vicious murder that had taken place this side of the Mexican Border near Tijuana. The perpetrator was quickly caught and during his trial the Deputy had become ill. He required an operation so he asked my uncle if he could take his spot. The job consisted of bringing the defendant in and out of the court room and preventing any escape. Except this prisoner was not going to go easy, disrupting court proceeding whenever he got the chance. Continuously fighting .deputies verbally insulting the Judge and his staff, trying to intimidate witnesses and stop the trial. He would not stop and fought with the deputies the whole trial often screaming and cursing at the witnesses. My Uncle Ted was a Kool hand Luke under fire and hard as nails when he had to be. Finally, the Judge had enough of the interruptions and had the defendant restrained. He was so loud and verbally abusive the judge ordered him to wear a heat jacket. The Constitution gives the right for assailants to confront their accusers and in certain cases to maintain order the defendant is forced to wear an electric straight jacket that is controlled by a button switch the deputy holds and whenever there is an outburst in court a shockwave is sent to silence the source. Towards the end of a drawn-out trial my uncle sit in the middle at a long table, on his left sit the defendant, then the man’s attorney, to the right was the district attorney, a tiny woman that weight no more than 115 pounds, she stand facing the Judge in closing argument. That's when the defendant jumps to his feet, my uncle pressed the button, the zapper having little affect, the defendant freezes for a couple seconds and in a bizarre act reach into his orange pants pulling out a woman's brassiere. Where he got the bra, nobody knows, in custody defendants are stripped searched before being allowed to enter the court room. The defendant swings his arm in direction of the District Attorney releasing to fling the bra. A loud gasp echo in chorus through the court room. My uncle lean back in his chair stretching his arm out straight to "Intercept” the brassiere in midflight. The trail continues and justice is served. A few days later my uncle presented the District Attorney in court with an award for a job well done, DA's usually do not receive awards, they are just doing their jobs. On the plaque were the words EXELENT JOB and underneath hung the brassiere in which the defiant defendant failed to connect. Thank you, sincerely, Raw Ink (pen name) Written in Dated; 02/02/23.