The other night, we had a situation at my location. We had been informed by the shift supervisor not to let a specific van onto the property because it would probably contain a certain person who has been banned from the complex, and who had a fight the day before with our security staff.
Stopping the van, I refused to let it on to the property. The driver was a known associate of the banned person, not the owner of the van. The owner showed up and I still refused to allow the van onto the property.
They refused to move the van from in front of the gate. I called the Detroit PD (which has an office 3 blocks away) but did not really expect them to come asap. It usually takes them 3 hours or more to check out disturbances.
In the mean time, a crowd of the trouble makers friends began to gather and taunt us. (2 white security officers in a all black complex at midnight friday)
and a second call to the DPD recieved a promise to try to speed up the response.
So, while I am trying to continue my duties, my un-armed partner is making frantic calls to his brother, (a salesman for the company and friend of my supervisor) (anyone see politics coming into play) and telling him and the owner of the company (who his brother is with)that we are surrounded by 20 rock throwing people posing a serious threat to our safety. (actually 6 teen boys, 1 girl, and 2 grandmothers) At one point he told me the owner of the company had told him that if the threat was that bad, that we should both abandon the post.
He has completely bypassed the chain of command, and is telling very exaggerated claims of our situation. Now, while I did not feel safe, I also did not feel in serious danger. The situation was volatile, but manageable as long as we did not escalate. (In my opinion) I had asked dispatch to send a supervisor.
My partner was near panic. He saw us as 2 white targets in the hood. He continued to contact his brother, each time exaggerating the situation more and more.
Finally the owner of the van removed her vehicle from the gate, and parked in front of the complex as I had asked them to do. Shortly there after, my supervisor showed up, and my partner informed her that he was going home, that $8.00 an hour was not worth his life.
What would you have done?
Stopping the van, I refused to let it on to the property. The driver was a known associate of the banned person, not the owner of the van. The owner showed up and I still refused to allow the van onto the property.
They refused to move the van from in front of the gate. I called the Detroit PD (which has an office 3 blocks away) but did not really expect them to come asap. It usually takes them 3 hours or more to check out disturbances.
In the mean time, a crowd of the trouble makers friends began to gather and taunt us. (2 white security officers in a all black complex at midnight friday)
and a second call to the DPD recieved a promise to try to speed up the response.
So, while I am trying to continue my duties, my un-armed partner is making frantic calls to his brother, (a salesman for the company and friend of my supervisor) (anyone see politics coming into play) and telling him and the owner of the company (who his brother is with)that we are surrounded by 20 rock throwing people posing a serious threat to our safety. (actually 6 teen boys, 1 girl, and 2 grandmothers) At one point he told me the owner of the company had told him that if the threat was that bad, that we should both abandon the post.
He has completely bypassed the chain of command, and is telling very exaggerated claims of our situation. Now, while I did not feel safe, I also did not feel in serious danger. The situation was volatile, but manageable as long as we did not escalate. (In my opinion) I had asked dispatch to send a supervisor.
My partner was near panic. He saw us as 2 white targets in the hood. He continued to contact his brother, each time exaggerating the situation more and more.
Finally the owner of the van removed her vehicle from the gate, and parked in front of the complex as I had asked them to do. Shortly there after, my supervisor showed up, and my partner informed her that he was going home, that $8.00 an hour was not worth his life.
What would you have done?
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