Troia Mexican Memoirs by Bonnie Bremser

Author:Bonnie Bremser [Bremser, Bonnie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 1-56478-480-0
Published: 2014-11-18T16:00:00+00:00

Letter to Ray:

. . . 11:30—Just got in, been walking for three hours, made the rounds looking for a familiar face to touch for money, but nothing, have to wait for Monday. I walked by the jail quietly because I felt you were uneasy, and up pops an old codger with a flashlight shining in my eyes. I shield them with my writing book and say, “what

do you want?” He pipes in a crotchety voice, “I’m the guard of the courthouse and I have charge of all the grounds around it!!!” I say, “Well, what’s the matter?” “What’s your name?” he asks. I answer lowly, leaving him in silence (he doesn’t want to betray his bad hearing, already lacking the virility of a fat rump, which is the badge and dignity of a real cop, and also the foundation of law enforcement, foundation on which rests the pistol proud and hard making up for what lacks in that other limp and useless tool) and he says, “Well, you come on with me. I want them to identify you around front, see if you’re the same one they’re looking for,” so I say O.K. and he walks off while I light a cigarette. He gets ten feet away and discovers I’m gone and does a double take and then tries to take the double take back and squeaks gruffly, “Come on you and don’t give me any trouble or I’m gonna arrest you’,’ so I say, “O.K., O.K., don’t get excited,” and catch almost up to him and then slow down again. He’s trying to hurry me, keeps turning anxiously to see if I’m still there and I say, “on what charges you gonna arrest me?”—he says “Well, we’re going to walk around here and see if this guy recognizes you. You got any children?” I say, “What’s that to you, old man?” and he is offended and, not knowing the dialectics of the beat 'em first, book 'em later philosophy, he says, “Well, of course you don’t have to answer my question, but I just asked that one straight from me and it’s a good honest...” I interrupt him: “But you’re not in a good honest business, old man, and I don’t plan to answer any questions.” He does a double take again, not hearing right, and says indignantly, “Well, I don’t know what questions you’d want to ask me. I’m a sheriff’s deputy, I got my card right here, and you’d better be careful or I’m gonna arrest you right here and you won’t even have a chance.” So I am silent and we walk, slowly gaining the front corner of the jail yard and his sense of accomplishment grows as he starts to turn the corner. I stop and say, “I think you’d better go down to the police station and get a cop and arrest me then." He squeaks furiously, “But I am a cop! I been a sheriff’s deputy for twenty-seven years” I say, “Well, let me see your papers then.

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