No. 6, August 18, 1967, p. 4

The Aquarian Age

Dear People,

Last week I wrote about responsibility. In one example I mentioned the police. The cops are on everybody's mind these days. Whether you believe in police brutality or the rising crime rate, or even if you are just quietly, foggily paranoid, you too have thought about them and the way they perform their duties.

It is well said that "a policeman's lot is not a happy one," but not only "when constabulary duty's to be done." The cop is the lowest, and most visibly accessible man in the power structure. He is also the most vulnerable. From setting up civilian review boards to taking a swing at the establishment in the form of a blue jacket, we all take it out on the cop. I don't deny that some cops take it out on us. But we can become invisible; that blue uniform might as well be dayglow.

So we all say the cops are wrong, but who has constructive ideas? I have said that I can't tell you what to do, but perhaps some praise of an anonymous cop for being right would even out the balance. (My moon is in Libra, so I'm very conscious of balance.)

I am a part of the United Illuminating encampment on Fort Hill, and I might start by saying that in the year we have been there, we have had no trouble with the cops. That is as much our fault as theirs; as much theirs as ours. But it's been a blind partnership. We have had no trouble with the cops, because we have had almost no contact with them.

A few days ago a car drove up our street (Fort Avenue Terrace) and parked. A man and a woman got out and came over to our house. In the course of the evening we found out that he was a cop — he told us at once — from Station 10, our station, who lived outside of Roxbury but had grown curious — as a man, not as a cop — about our community. The write-ups in The Globe and The Traveler had whetted this curiousity and fmally he and his wife had decided to pay a call, to get acquainted.

No, we didn't agrece about everything. He is not coming to live with us next week. This is not a fairy-tale. We had some coffee and talked for several hours. I had a good time; we all agreed about as much as any group of people can who are trying to be honest. There is at Station 10 at least one cop who is also a person, and a cut above average at that.

Am I trying to say that to be a good cop everyone should come and drink coffee with us? No. They are welcome, but the great beauty of that visit is that it was his idea, something he thought of; something he wanted to do.

I, for one, would like to say publicly: Thank you, sir, for a very nice visit.

Love, Ed Fox