It was almost a tradition, in a dark humor sort of way. You were the victim of a “minor” crime. By “minor,” I mean not minor to you, because you were the victim, but minor to the cops. A hit and run without a dead body? A theft under a grand? Damage to your property? You called the police and were told to come to the precinct and make a report. Sometimes, you needed a police report for insurance purposes. Sometimes you did it because what else were you going to do?
Afterward, you would call up on occasion to ask if they found the perp and they said no. They gently told you that it wasn’t likely they would. What they didn’t tell you is that no one ever looked at your report again. No one ever tried to find the perp. No one ever would. Now they’ve said it out loud. Continue reading
