No Fort Surrender   3 comments

83 pctHarry and Sean got there at the same time. They were talking as they walked to work. As he turned the corner Harry saw there a crowd gathered in front of the station house. The two pushed their way through. Sergeant Capp met them at the door.
“Upstairs now. Get right back down hats and bats.”
They ran to the locker room.
The cops coming down were told to assemble in the muster room. No one was to look out the windows or put on helmets unless ordered to. As each member of the midnight tour came in they were given the same orders. The members of the conditions car who work out of uniform were told to put their uniforms on.
Everyone was asking what was going on. Lt. Johnson came in and briefed them.
“Anti-Crime has arrested a Gypsy cab driver for an Armed Robbery of his passengers. They have him upstairs in the Squad Room. We now have Gypsy cab drivers from all over Brooklyn coming to the precinct demanding we let the perp go. That is not going to happen.”
I guess they thought they could get away with this because a South Brooklyn Precinct had allowed a group to invade the station house just a few weeks before. They would be known for years as Fort Surrender. The mob ransacked and trashed the Command. The cops were ordered to allow it. Many cops requested transfers so they would not be associated with the place.
When the three-thirty to eleven-thirty crew came in Capp was outside yelling orders.
“Get inside. Don’t start any trouble. If you start anything you will lose ten days vacation.”
They came in grumbling. No one wanted to be the next Fort Surrender. As they walked in Lt. Johnson gave them the orders we got.
“Be right back down Hats and Bats.”
Finally when all the cops from both tours were assembled with hats and bats Capp came to his assembled troops.
“I told you people not to start anything with them. I am glad you all followed orders. There are over a hundred cabs out there. They have both Wilson Ave and DeKalb Avenue blocked. I am going outside now to ask them to move their vehicles. If they refuse, I will start the trouble. Assemble in front of the desk. The Eight-three is not now and never will be another Fort Surrender.”
He got a standing ovation.
Sergeant Capp went out and stood at the top step of the precinct. The crowd was yelling at him.
“You are to disperse or you will be arrested.”
One man who appeared to be the leader walked up to Capp.
“You let our man go or we will go in and take him. You got ten seconds, ten, nine…”
Capp shook his head and walked in, Capp’s driver handed him his helmet and nightstick. Capp turned and opened both front doors of the precinct wide and stepped out.
The man stopped his countdown at four and gaped at Sergeant Capp. Capp dropped him with his nightstick turned and yelled.
“MOVE THOSE CABS.”
The cops charged from the station house giving a yell that would have made Stonewall Jackson proud.
There were now about two hundred drivers there and just over a hundred cabs. When they saw cops streaming out the door they tried to run. Few were fast enough to avoid getting smacked. Windows were smashed out of the cabs. Drivers dropped where they stood. The fight lasted only about two minutes.
Sgt. Capp blew his whistle and all fell in assembled in ranks at the foot of the station house steps. The street in front of the station house was littered with blood and glass. Capp again went to the top step. He looked at the cabbies and announced
“You have two minutes to get the hell off my street. Any of you shitheads we find hanging around after that will be arrested and sent to the hospital. Do I make myself clear?”
They ran to their cabs and were gone. They found out they had made a mistake. Instead of Fort Surrender they found Fort Fuck You.
When Sergeant Capp came back in all standing there in ranks. Lt. Johnson gave the order to present arms. Both platoons snapped to attention and saluted Sergeant Capp. He gave the orders and led the way into the fight. At that moment if he had said he was going to Gracie Mansion for a Coup D’état, they would have followed him.

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3 responses to “No Fort Surrender

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  1. This story of course is completely fictional. I hope you enjoy it anyway. If anyone thinks they remember something like this you are obviously mistaken.

  2. I trust that story was not “fictional”.

    jackshack1013@cfl.rr.com

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