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CHAPTER 5 - LAW ENFORCEMENT: FUNCTIONS, ORGANIZATION AND
CURRENT ISSUES
Multiple Choice
3. In which model nation is both deviance control and civil order control performed
by regular street police?
A. England
B. France
C. Germany
D. Saudi Arabia
6. Which police force in Germany is made up of plain clothes police, who handle
serious crime investigations and situations that require developing a case against a
suspect?
A. Schupo
B. Kripo
C. Bepo
D. BGS
7. The major issue of concern for police in Germany within the past 20 years has
been?
A. Terrorism
B. Large amounts of immigration
C. Drug trafficking
D. Human trafficking
8. During which dynasty did police become more formalized and bureaucratic with a
central administration and uniform laws in China?
A. Zhou Dynasty
B. Han Dynasty
C. Qin Dynasty
D. Sung Dynasty
9. Which police force makes up about 90% of all the police in China?
A. Public security police
B. State security police
C. Prison police
D. Judicial procuratorates police
11. Which of the following is one of the most famous examples of the use of
computer technology to analyze crime data and assess the extent of crime that was
used in New York City?
A. CompStat
B. DNA Databases
C. Crime mapping
D. Integrated Automated Fingerprint Identification System (IAFIS)
12. Which of the following is the biggest issue about the influx of private police into
the law enforcement arena?
A. Quality issues
B. Lack of accountability
C. Lack of regulation in almost every country
D. Inability to coordinate with public security agencies
13. Which of the following is not an example of the terms used to describe Police
Corruption discussed in the book?
A. Kickbacks
B. Shakedowns
C. Hazing
D. Break-ins
14. Which of the following is not one of the objections discussed involving
community policing strategies?
A. Too expensive
B. May work in one jurisdiction, but not another
C. Its effectiveness is hard to determine
D. Intrusive on citizens
Sentence Completion
3. In England, the _____________officers are those who work along with regular
officers in neighborhood policing areas and perform routine duties, assisting and
supporting police officers, gathering intelligence, carrying out security patrols and,
through their presence alone, reassuring the public.
5. The German constitution allows each _____________ to have its own police law and
force.
13. Police officers act ____________, when in exercising or failing to exercise their
authority, they act with the primary intention of furthering private or departmental
advantage.
True/False
1. The English police have tried to develop the image of being, “civilians in uniform”:
friendly, helpful and capable.
2. To assist the regular police in London there are two other kinds of law enforcement,
the Metropolitan Specialty Constabulary and Police community support officers
(PCSOs).
3. The Police Nationale is the larger of the two police forces in France.
4. In France, the Police Nationale and Gendarmerie Nationale have the same training
requirements.
5. Civil order control is a big concern for France, because the French have a long
history of taking to the streets to express their unhappiness.
8. In China, the People’s Armed Police Force (PAPF) is responsible for dealing with
riots, fire emergencies, large disruptions, serious violent crimes, border defense,
terrorist attacks and other emergencies.
9. Prior to the late 19th century, Japanese village and community culture monitored the
behavior of its citizens very closely - not only to keep them from committing crimes,
but also to keep them from laziness, neglect of business, quarreling, scandal and
mongering.
10. The chuzaisho is the rural equivalent of the urban koban in Japan.
11. A major challenge for Saudi Arabia police is how to balance the need for
maintaining civil order within an Islamic System of justice while staying within the
bounds of international human rights standards.
12. Community policing is the second most commonly adopted police operational
strategy in the world today.
13. England is not sensitive to the religious needs of Muslim police officers, in that they
make them wear “bobby” helmets instead of turbans.
14. The fastest growing sector of policing in the world today is private policing.
15. UNPOL (formerly CIVPOL) is a spy agency funded by the Dept. of Homeland
Security to assist the United Nations in intelligence gathering.
1. Discuss the four elements that must be present to promote the democratization of the
police.
4. Describe the main considerations that one must address when trying to address the
issue of police and diversity.
1. Discuss the five models of policing used around the world discussed within the text.
Give examples countries that use each method.
2. Discuss the four key elements of community policing. Also, discuss which
community policing strategies each model country has implicated, if any.
3. Compare and Contrast the United States with one of our model countries. Be sure to
discuss civil order and deviance control functions, which police model is used,
current issues of concern and types of community policing strategies are used.
Mr. Chairman, Ladies and Gentlemen: The silver cord is loosed, the
golden bowl is broken, and the most brilliant light in American journalism
is veiled in darkness. The crystal spirit has returned to the bright realm
from whence it came, as an evangel of peace, hope and mercy.
The star was rapidly ascending to the zenith of its greatest brilliancy
and magnitude when suddenly it disappeared below the horizon, but
across the journalistic firmament of the country it has left an effulgent
track whose reflection illuminates the world.
Henry Grady’s sun-bright intellect shone with a splendor that dazzled
the eyes of men, and made luminous the pages traced by his magnetic
pen. The cold type sparkled with the fires of his genius. His writings
breathed a spirit of sweetness and good-will. They were inspired by lofty
purposes and earnest endeavor, free from all suspicion of selfishness or
insincerity. No shadow of doubt fell across the sunshine of his truth.
Wherever a sunbeam wandered, or a tear-drop glistened; wherever a
perishing life trod upon the ebbing tide; wherever beauty sat garlanded,
or grief repined, there Grady was, singing his loves and binding rainbow
hopes around the darkest despair. His harp was strung in harmony with
the chords of the human heart.
When God in his eternal council conceived the thought of man’s
creation, he called to him the three ministers who wait constantly upon
the throne, Justice, Truth, and Mercy, and thus addressed them: “Shall
we make man?” Then said Justice: “O God, make him not, for he will
trample upon the laws.” Truth made answer also: “O God, make him not,
for he will pollute the sanctuaries.” But Mercy, dropping upon her knees,
and looking up through her tears, exclaimed: “O God, make him—and I
will watch over him with my care through all the dark paths which he may
have to tread!” Then God made man, and said to him: “O man, thou art
the child of Mercy; go and deal with thy brother.”
So, Henry Grady, a ministering angel of mercy on earth, faithfully tried,
throughout his life, in his conduct toward his fellow-man, to follow the
Divine injunction given at man’s creation morn. His pen was never dipped
in malice or bitterness, but was always lifted in behalf of charity, love and
kindness; in behalf of progress, industry and enterprise; in behalf of the
South and her institutions—his State and her people.
For every heart he had a tone,
Could make its pulses all his own.
Some men burst to shatters by their own furious notion, others in the
course of nature simply cease to shine; some dart through the period of
their existence like meteors through the sky, leaving as little impression
behind and having with it a connection equally as slight, while others
enter it so thoroughly that the time becomes identified with them. To this
latter class belonged Henry Grady.
His pen improved the agriculture of the South; it advanced the material
interest and substantial growth of Georgia; it advocated industrial training
for the youths and maidens of the land; it developed the poetry of the
State; it elevated the morals of men and purified their character; it created
noble aspirations in the human heart; it implanted seeds of benevolence,
charity and liberality; it taught the lesson of self-abnegation and
forgiveness; it inculcated principles of patriotism and love of country; it
softened animosities between the North and South, and clasped the
hands of the two sections in fraternal greeting. His pen built Atlanta, it
aided in building up Georgia; it established expositions that were a credit
to the State and a glory to her people; it accumulated by one editorial
$85,000 for the erection of a Y. M. C. A. building; it collected the fund for
the erection of the Confederate soldiers’ home, which will ever stand as a
monument to his patriotism and fidelity. When winter clasped Atlanta in its
icy embrace, and the poor were suffering from hunger and cold, his
pleading pen made the God-favored people of that city, who sat within
places of wealth and comfort, by glowing fires and bountifully laden
tables, hear the wail of the orphan and the cry of the widow; purse-strings
were unfastened, cold hearts thawed under the magnetic warmth of his
melting pathos, and in a few hours there was not an empty larder or a
fireless home among the poor of Georgia’s great capital. Whether
engaged in making governors and senators, or preparing a Christmas
dinner for newsboys, whether occupied in building a church or forming a
Chautauqua; whether constructing a railroad or erecting some
eleemosynary institution, his pen was powerful and his influence potent. It
has left its impress upon the tablets of the world’s memory, and the name
of Henry Grady, the great pacificator, will live in song and story until the
sundown of time.
According to a contemporary, Henry Grady, while a beardless student
at college, wrote a letter to the Atlanta Constitution, which was his first
newspaper experience. The sparkle and dash of the communication so
pleased the editor of the paper, that when the first press convention after
the war was tendered a ride over the State road, the editor telegraphed
his boyish correspondent, who had then returned to his home in Athens,
that he wished to have him represent the Constitution on that trip, and
write up the country and its resources along the line of the road. Mr.
Grady accepted the commission, and of all the hundreds of letters written
on the occasion, his, over the signature of “King Hans,” were most
popular and most widely copied. He became editor and one of the
proprietors of the Rome Daily Commercial, a sprightly, newsy, and
enterprising journal. Rome, however, was at that time too small to support
a daily paper on such a scale, and in 1872 Mr. Grady purchased an
interest in the Atlanta Herald. Here he found room and opportunity for his
soaring wings, and the Herald became one of the most brilliant papers
ever published in Georgia. In 1876 he became connected with the
Constitution. By this time his editorial abilities had made him many friends
at home and abroad, and James Gordon Bennett at once made him the
Southern representative of the New York Herald. On this journal Mr.
Grady did some of the best work of his life. He rapidly regained all that he
had lost in his ventures, and in 1880 purchased a fourth interest in the
Constitution, taking the position of managing editor, which he held at the
time of his death. His career in that capacity is a matter of proud and
brilliant history. He had just commenced an interesting series of valuable
letters to the New York Ledger when he was stricken down with fatal
sickness, even while the plaudits of the admiring multitude were ringing in
his ears and the press of the country was singing his praises.
The last editorial Grady wrote was the beautiful and soulful tribute on
the death of Jefferson Davis; and on the eve of Mr. Grady’s departure
from Atlanta for Boston he sounded the bugle-call for funds to help erect
a monument to the peerless champion of the “Lost Cause.” How strange,
indeed, that the illustrious leader and sage of the Old South and the
brilliant and fearless apostle of the New South, should pass away so near
together. Ben Hill died, and his place has never been supplied in Georgia.
Mr. Grady approached nearer to it than any other man. Now Grady is
gone, and his duplicate cannot be found in the State. Society was
blessed by his living and his State advanced by his usefulness and
excellence.
Like the great Cicero, who, when quitting Rome, took from among his
domestic divinities the ivory statue of Minerva, the protectress of Rome,
and consecrated it in the temple, to render it inviolable to the spoilers, so
Henry Grady, when leaving his college halls to enter upon a brilliant life in
the journalistic world, took with him to the oracles the statue of pure
thought, and after its consecration, to protect and preserve it in his
bosom, it became to him a shield and buckler. Thus armed he went
forward to the battle of life, determined to do his whole duty to his
country, his God and truth. How well he succeeded, the voice of admiring
humanity proclaims, and the angels of heaven have recorded. He
vanquished all opposition and waved his triumphant banner over every
field of conflict.
His thoughts were sparks struck from the mind of Deity, immortal in
their character and duration. They were active, energizing, beautiful, and
refined. His mind was like a precious bulb, putting forth its shoots and
blooming its flowers, warmed by the sunshine and watered by the
showers. It was like a beautiful blade, burnished and brightened, and as it
flashed in the sunlight it mirrored his kingly soul and knightly spirit.
Looking back at the ages that have rolled by in the revolutions of time,
what have we remaining of the past but the thoughts of men? Where is
magnificent Babylon with her palaces, her artificial lakes and hanging
gardens that were the pride and luxury of her vicious inhabitants; where
is majestic Nineveh, that proud mistress of the East with her monuments
of commercial enterprise and prosperity? Alas! they are no more. Tyre,
that great city, into whose lap the treasures of the world were poured, she
too is no more. The waves of the sea now roll where once stood the
immense and sumptuous palaces of Tyrian wealth. Temples, arches and
columns may crumble to pieces and be swept into the sea of oblivion;
nature may decay and races of men come and go like the mists of the
morning before the rising sun, but the proud monuments of Henry
Grady’s mind will survive the wrecks of matter and the shocks of time.
On the Piedmont heights peacefully sleeps the freshness of the heart
of the New South, cut down in the grandeur of his fame and in the
meridian of his powers, in the glory of his life and in the richest prime of
his royal manhood. His brow is wreathed with laurel. Costly marble will
mark the place of his head, and beautiful flowers bloom at his feet. There
the birds will carol their vespers, and gentle breezes breathe fragrance
o’er his grave. The sun in his dying splendor, ere sinking to rest amid the
clouds that veil the “golden gate,” will linger to kiss the majestic
monument reared by loving hearts, and with a flood of beauty bathe it in
heavenly glory. And then the blush fades, even as it fades from the face
of a beautiful woman. Shadows begin to climb the hillside, and nature
sleeps, lulled by the soft music of the singing wind. The stars, the bright
forget-me-nots of the angels, come out to keep their vigils o’er the
sleeping dust of him whose soul hath gone
To that fair land upon whose strand
No wind of winter moans.
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch about him
And lays him down to pleasant dreams.
Ladies and Gentlemen: When Death like Nature’s chastening rod hath
smitten our common humanity, we realize the eternal truth that “silence is
the law of being, sound the breaking of the rule.” Standing here as the
representative of those who were knit to the distinguished dead by as
close a tie as that of natural brotherhood, while a continent is yet vocal
with the echoes of his eloquence, my heart tells me that the infinite
possibilities of silence constitute the only worthy tribute which I can pay to
the memory of Henry Grady. The most distinguished member of our
fraternity is lost to us forever. O, Death, there is thy sting; O, Grave, there
is thy victory. Though our ranks are full of gifted and famous men, in all
the tribes of our Israel, there is no Elisha upon whom the mantle of this
translated Elijah can descend.
My fellow Georgians, how shall I speak to you of him? It is meet that
sympathy should veil her weeping eyes, when she mourns the darling
child who bore her gentle image ever mirrored in his life. As well may the
tongue speak when the soul has departed, as Southern oratory declaim
when Southern eloquence is buried in the grave of Grady. Even American
patriotism is voiceless as she stands beside the coffined chieftain of her
fast-assembling host. Was he good? Let his neighbors answer. To-night
Atlanta is shrouded in as deep a pall as that which wrapped Egypt in
gloom when the angel of the Lord smote the first-born in every house. In
the busiest city of the State the rattle of commerce to-day was
suspended, the hum of industry was hushed, and in that gay capital
bright pleasure hath stayed her shining feet to drop a tear upon the grave
of him the people loved so well. Was he great? From the pinnacle of no
official station has he fallen; the pomp and circumstance of war did not
place him upon a pedestal of prominence; no book has he given to the
literature of the nation; no wealth has he amassed with which to
crystallize his generosity into fame; and yet to-night a continent stands
weeping by his new-made grave, and as the waves come laden with the
message of the Infinite to the base of the now twice historic Plymouth
Rock, the sympathetic sobbing of the sea can only whisper to the stricken
land, “Peace, be still; my everlasting arms are round you.”
His greatness cannot be measured by his speeches, though they were
so masterful that they form a portion of his country’s history. It will rather
be gauged by that patient, brilliant daily work, which made it possible for
him to command the nation’s ear, that power of which these public
utterances were but the exponents; his daily toil in his private sanctum in
the stately building of the Constitution, that magnificent manufactory of
public thought, which he wielded as a weaver does his shuttle. A small
and scantily furnished room, with nothing in it save Grady, his genius and
his God,—and yet thus illumined, it warmed with the light of fraternal love
both sections of a Republic, compared to which that of historic Greece
was but as a perfumed lamp to the noontide splendor of the sun. As a
journalist Mr. Grady had no superior in America. As a writer he exercised
the princely prerogative of genius which is to create and not obey the
laws of rhetoric. As well attempt to teach the nightingale to sing by note,
or track the summer lightning as we do the sun, as measure Grady’s style
by any rhetorician’s rule. I have thought that Mr. Grady was more of an
orator than a writer, and brilliant as his success in journalism was, it was
but the moonlight which reflected the sun that dawned only to be
obscured by death. Certainly no man in any country or in any age, ever
won fame as an orator faster than he. With a wide reputation as a writer,
but scarcely any as a speaker, even in his own State, he appeared one
night at a banquet in New York, made a speech of twenty minutes, and
the next day was known throughout the United States as the foremost of
Southern orators. No swifter stride has been made to fame since the
days of David, for like that heroic stripling, with the sling of courage and
the stone of truth, he slew Sectionalism, the Goliath which had so long
threatened and oppressed his people.
Since Appomattox two historic speeches have been made by Southern
men; the one was that delivered in the Congress of the United States
upon the proposition to strike from the general amnesty of the
government the name of Jefferson Davis, when Benjamin H. Hill broke
the knightliest lance ever shivered in a people’s honor, full on the haughty
crest of the plumed knight; the other was the Boston speech of Mr. Grady
which, like a magic key, will yet unlock the shackles that have so long
manacled a people who, strangest paradox in history, were enslaved by
the emancipation of their slaves. The logic of Hill was powerful as the
club of Hercules; the eloquence of Grady was irresistible as the lyre of
Orpheus.
My countrymen, if it shall be written in the history of America that by
virtue of the genius of her Toombs and Cobb and Brown, on the breast of
our native State was cradled a revolution which rocked a continent, upon
another page of that history it will be recorded that Georgia’s Grady was
the Moses who led the Southern people through a wilderness of
weakness and of want at least to the Pisgah whence, with prophetic eye,
he could discern a New South true to the traditions of the past as was the
steel which glittered on the victorious arm, at Manassas, but whose
hopeful hearts and helpful hands shall transform desolation into wealth
and convert the defeat of one section of our common country into the
haughty herald of that country’s future rank in the civilization of the world.
Even, when prompted by the tender relations of the fraternity which I
represent, I cannot trust myself to speak of Mr. Grady’s private and social
life. He was my friend. Nearly ten years since his kindly glowing words
revealed to me an ambition, which I had scarcely dared to confess unto
myself. As the summer days still linger with us, so does the daily
intercourse which it was my fortune to enjoy with him some three months
since—seem yet to “compass me about.” By the royal right of intellect he
commanded the homage of my admiration; with the clarion voice of
patriotism he challenged my reverence, but with the magnetism of his
munificent manhood he bade Confidence, that sentry which guards the
human heart, surrender this citadel at discretion. I trust that it will not be
deemed inappropriate for me, man of the world as I am, to bear my public
testimony to the power of Christianity illustrated in his life. Familiar in his
youth with every phase of pleasure, with the affluent blood of early
manhood yet running riot through his veins, with the temptations of a
continent spread like a royal feast, to which his talent and his fame gave
him easy access, yet when he bowed his head in reverence to the meek
and lowly Nazarene, his life was the unimpeachable witness of his creed.
A thousand sermons to me were concentrated in the humanized
Christianity of his faith and his works. And God was good to him.—The
magnificent success of the Piedmont Exposition was to him the exponent
of that industrial progress which he had labored to establish. The
bountiful harvest of this closing year had seemed to set the seal of God’s
commendation upon his labors for the agricultural interests of the South.
Such was his fame that sixty million Americans revered him as a patriot.
With a wife beautiful and brilliant, adoring him as only a woman can love
a genius whom she comprehends; with two children just verging into
adolescence, and reverencing him as an neophyte does his faith; with the
highest official station within his grasp; with the curule chair of the
Governorship already opening its arms to receive him; with the future
lifting the senatorial toga to drape his eloquence; with possibilities of the
White House flashing through the green vista of the coming years,—with
all of these he made no murmur at the summons of his God.
A widow weeps where yesterday a wife adored. Two orphans mourn
to-day where yesterday two children leaned upon a father’s arm. A
nation’s hope is turned to mourning. It needed the great heart of Grady to
gently murmur, “Thy will, not mine, be done.”
But by all that he has accomplished, and by all that he has projected,
which the coming years will yet work out, I tell you to-night, my fellow
Georgians, that Henry Grady still lives an abiding influence in the
destinies of his country. Greatest enemy of monopoly while he lived, the
grandest of all monopolies shall be his after death, for every industrial
enterprise hereafter inaugurated in the South must pay its royalty of fame
to him. Sleep on, my friend, my brother, brilliant and beloved; let no
distempered dream of unaccomplished greatness haunt thy long last
sleep. The country that you loved, that you redeemed and disenthralled,
will be your splendid and ever growing monument, and the blessings of a
grateful people will be the grand inscription, which shall grow longer as
that monument rises higher among the nations of the earth. Wherever the
peach shall blush beneath the kisses of the Southern sun, wherever the
affluent grape shall don the royal purple of Southern sovereignty, a votive
offering from the one and a rich libation from the other, the grateful
husbandman will tender unto you. The music of no machinery shall be
heard within this Southland which does not chant a pæan in your praise.
Wherever Eloquence, the deity whom this people hath ever worshiped,
shall retain a temple, no pilgrim shall enter there, save he bear thy dear
name as a sacred shibboleth on his lips. So long as patriotism shall
remain the shining angel who guards the destinies of our Republic, her
starry finger will point to Grady on Plymouth Rock, for Fame will choose
to chisel his statue there, standing as the sentinel whom God had placed
to keep eternal watch over the liberties of a re-united people!