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“Everyone you meet here would be happy to kill you,” Officer Murphy told me.“That’s what you have to remember.”
It was my first night as a patrol officer, and Murphy was showing me the ropes.
“Everyone? You think even the little old ladies here want to kill me?” I asked.
Murphy gave me a tight smile. “All right,
almost everyone. But you have to watch out for some of these old ladies.”
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It wasn’t the first time I had heard this sentiment. When I joined the Reserve Corps of Washington, D.C.’s Metropolitan Police Department, I went through the same police academy training as full-time career officers, and it often seemed that the primary lesson of our training was the same one Murphy tried to drive home on my first post-academy patrol shift: