In 2005, I spent a few excruciating months working for a
rural Sheriff’s Office in eastern NC.
Shortly after I began, I learned that sheriffs’ offices in North
Carolina are regulated by a much different set of rules than municipal
agencies. Because sheriffs are elected
officials, the requirements for becoming a sheriff or working as a deputy are
much more lenient than for police officers.
For example, the sheriff for whom I worked did not complete his high
school education, which was not a prerequisite for taking office during his
first term.
Fortunately, the time I spent working for that sheriff was ultimately
a blessing. I would not fully appreciate
my current situation had I not experienced the alternative. Working for an unprofessional manager with a
quick temper and a slow wit makes one appreciative of positive support and trusting
management.
The sheriff’s lack of formal education and abhorrent management
style made for some very interesting situations. One of the worst, which now
ranks among my favorite law enforcement stories, happened about two months
after I was sworn in. The sheriff
received a letter from the North Carolina Sheriffs’ Standards Committee informing
him that my law enforcement credentials were revoked. According to the notice, the committee
discovered that I had an undisclosed arrest record.
As a politician, the sheriff was always aware of his reputation
and the potential for scandals like this to affect his political career. He sent a supervisor to my apartment to wake
me up and escort me to the sheriff’s office (I worked the previous night
shift). When I arrived at the sheriff’s office,
the following conversation ensued:
Taft: Sheriff, you
called for me?
Sheriff: Shut
up! Sit down! Look, what the hell’s wrong wit you, son? I wish you’da told me you was a liar when I
give you a job. ‘Least then it woulda’
saved me the trouble of firin’ ya now.
(This is probably a
good time to mention that the sheriff had a strong eastern NC accent, began
most of his sentences with “Look”, and had a penchant for cursing at officers…but
I’ll leave that part out.)
Taft: I don’t
understand.
Sheriff: Shut
up! Look, you know what ya’ did. You lied on ya’ personal hist’ry foam (read: form).
Taft: No sir, I didn’t.
Sheriff: Shut
up! Quit lyin’! You know what ‘ya done. Just shut up….
(pause)
Sheriff: Well? Explain ya’ seff.
Taft: Sheriff, I
still don’t understand what’s going on.
Sheriff: Shut
up! The sheriff committee up in Raleigh
says you done lied. You been arrested
and you lied about it. You’s just a
sorry liar.
(As soon as he
mentioned an arrest record, I understood what was going on. I admit, a better man would have stopped the whole ordeal right here...but I didn't)
Taft: Sheriff, you’re
wrong.
Sheriff: Shut
up! You just lyin’ again.
Taft: Sheriff, what
details did they give you about the arrest?
Sheriff: It says
right here William T. Love was arrested in Cabarrus County for drunk and
disorderly. Why didn’t you tell me you
was a no good drunk? You drunks is all
liars, so I guess it makes sense.
Taft: Sheriff, what’s
the date of arrest?
Sheriff: It says you
was arrested in nineteen and eighty eight.
Taft: Sir, that was
17 years ago.
Sheriff: I don’t care
if it was a hundred n’ seventeen years ago.
You was arrested and you’s a liar makin’ me look bad to my constichensy.
Taft: Sheriff, I was
born in 1984.
Sheriff: Shut
up! I don’t give a lick about…. You was
fo’ years old.
(The sheriff didn’t
miss a beat. He leaned over so that he
could see into the next office and address his secretary, Evelyn)
Sheriff: Evelyn, what
the hell? How’d you miss this?
Sheriff: Taft, you a
good boy. Get on back to bed, you need
some rest to get back to all ‘at good work you been doin.
Until next time.
-Taft