I am so tired of writing about the former The Donald J. Trump of the United States of America that I could just puke; especially when he just keeps getting away with anything that he wants to do. It does not matter if he has been indicted thrice and is facing an imminent forth indictment and completely ignores orders from the court as to how he must conduct himself while awaiting trial, if what he continues to do is against the law, that he states directly or implies that he intends to break the law, or that he makes efforts – whether thinly veiled or overtly – to taint potential jury pools and intimidate witnesses and even judges. He flaunts all these things and keeps moving forward with that fiendish Joker-like Trump grin on his face while seemingly daring anyone to hold him to account.
There is always a lot of rhetoric by all our elected politicians, appointed government officials, duly elected judges and judges that have been elected and are then recommended and confirmed to federal judgeships, when referring to Mr. Trump’s legal situation, that says no one is above the law. It says that no one is treated special and that everyone is treated the same under the law.
Well, any reasonable person that has been following what is happening with Mr. Trump as regards his legal situation knows that this is simply not true. Any reasonable person knows that if we substituted the name of anyone else for the name of the former The Donald J. Trump of the United States of America, all the trials that are pending would have already been conducted and the accused would have already been proven innocent or guilty and either released or incarcerated.
While it upsets me – and I imagine many of you too, that in his arrogance Mr. Trump does not seem to be concerned in the least about his legal situation and the courts are treating him with kid-gloves while tiptoeing around and trying to decide exactly how to handle things, perhaps we must consider that they are confronted with some extremely tough decisions to make. Certainly, those who are tasked with making these decisions realize that Mr. Trump has millions of followers who are anxious to do his bidding and polls show that many of those followers feel that, if necessary, violence is warranted to place him back in power.
It does not matter whether these followers truly believe that Mr. Trump was cheated out of the 2020 election and is still the true president. And based on Mr. Trump’s speech prior to the January 6, 2021 insurrection, he is not opposed to violence either. Under these circumstances, even though our government would be able to contain this violence and put it down, this would be a terrible blow to our fragile democracy.
As Vice President Kamala Harris said during her recent interview with Reverend Al Sharpton, “…On the other hand, our democracy is fragile; it is only as strong as we are willing to fight for it.” Accordingly, the decisions surrounding whether to hold Mr. Trump to account must ultimately be made. And if this, for whatever reasons, should create a violent response from Mr. Trump’s followers then it will be a fight that we must have to preserve our fragile democracy.
Can you believe it, even while I am telling you how tired I am of writing about Mr. Trump, I am writing about Mr. Trump. Having said that, let’s leave everything Trump behind for now and talk about what is in store for your reading pleasure that the title of this article alludes to.
M2: Street Cop To Top Cop is the title of my latest yet to be published novel. Following is the excerpt that I mentioned. There could be more to follow so stay tuned:
M2: Street Cop to Top Cop
Chapter 1
M2 had been working the 11:00 p.m. – 7:00 a.m. shift for more than five years and intended to remain there until he no longer enjoyed it. He enjoyed this shift because he liked watching the many different nuances of the people who were a part of the Colfax Avenue night life. As he watched them, he could not help but to reflect on what Colfax Avenue was like during his younger days.
He thought about its mystique back then, how Colfax was once filled with prostitutes plying their trade and how it was filled with topless bars that the men, including him, were drawn to like moths to flame.
He was a divorcé so the hours that he worked did not matter. He had plenty of women that he found interesting and who were interested in him but he was not in a committed relationship. He and the women that he was intimate with were in it for the fun, excitement, and sex, he thought. It was a mutually beneficial thing. They also partied together and went to dinner and a movie form time-to-time and, for him, this made their spending time together feel more like a real relationship. He felt that if that was not enough and they did not like the hours that he worked they could move on.
This particular night, he was cruising east on Colfax Avenue daydreaming about those days gone by and enjoying the evening while making routine observations of his surroundings when a northbound car zipped through a red light followed closely by a sports utility vehicle.
M2 was suddenly fully alert. He heard a bullet whiz past his right ear, whizzzzzz, watched the glass in his windshield splinter, and then heard a pop, pop, pop as the two vehicles sped by and quickly began to fade from sight! Although all of this happened in a few seconds it seemed as if it were occurring in supper slow motion.
With the skill and precision of a veteran police officer, M2 steered his cruiser northbound onto Downing Street, turned on his overhead lights and siren, and began pursuit of the two vehicles. He barked out the situation to dispatch as he quickly accelerated. “Shots fired! In pursuit of two vehicles northbound on Downing Street from Colfax Avenue! Red BMW pursued by white Cadillac SUV! Shots fired by occupant in white Cadillac!”
While dispatch began to alert other police officers of the situation M2 focused all of his attention on the developing situation. By now, he was gaining ground on the two vehicles. His adrenaline had kicked in and he was completely on the job.
By the time that the vehicles turned east onto 32nd Avenue, he had completely closed the gap. Someone in the Cadillac SUV must have spotted him because they immediately broke off their chase of the BMW and headed north on Marion Street.
Things had happened so quickly that no back-up had yet fallen in line behind M2. He had to make a decision so immediately decided to pursue the Cadillac because the shooter was in it. He passed this information on to dispatch.
The SUV continued to speed north on Marion Street until it reached Brighton Boulevard where it made a right and headed toward I-70. By this time a number of other cruisers had fallen in line behind M2. When the SUV reached the I-70 on ramps, it headed east on I-70. Once he was on the highway he floored it; it was pedal to the metal. Although there was a significant amount of traffic on I-70, the driver in the SUV drove as if there was no tomorrow.
Because of the dangerous situation, M2 opted to call off the chase and informed Dispatch of his decision. The SUV was later found abandoned in a Walmart parking lot located near I-70 and Tower Road. Needless to say, the vehicle had recently been reported stolen. As it turned out, the outcome associated with the BMW was no better. It was found abandoned in the Park Hill area and it too had been reported stolen. Upon being informed of the outcome the following day, M2’s thoughts were; Just another day in paradise. He loved his job!
Matt Morgan had been a police officer for 18 years and still had not made Private First class. It was not because he was not intelligent enough to be promoted but because he refused to kiss ass. Although this lack of promotion bothered him at times it had not yet bothered him enough to make him fall in line.
During the time that he had been on the police force his fellow police officers had begun to call him M2 rather than Matt, Morgan, or Matt Morgan. To Matt, this sounded like a name that should belong to a robot. He found this to be rather ironic because they were more like robots than he was. They were the ones who fell in line and kissed ass in order to get promoted; not him. Nonetheless, he accepted this moniker and had even grown to like it.
I hope that you enjoyed the read and that it took your mind off politics and Mr. Trump at least for a little while. Again, stay tuned, there could be more excerpts to follow!
Eulus Dennis – author, M2: Street Cop To Top Cop, Operation Rubik’s Cube and Living Between The Line