Another OID story breaking this morning: The Detroit city crime lab, closed two years ago for egregiously sloppy operations, continues the tradition in limbo: Although its contents were supposed to be transferred to the state police, not all were, and case files, bagged evidence, live ammunition and much more was left in the building. What’s worse, like all abandoned buildings in the city, it was eventually penetrated, and when the Freep investigated, found it standing open to anyone with the wherewithal to walk past the collapsed fence and through the front door. They could help themselves to anything inside. Mind you, these are not crimes of ancient history; as many of those quoted in the story point out, files from 2008 are still very much in play in an appeals timeline. Wonderful. You don’t find quotes like this every day:
“It’s incomprehensible that any law enforcement agency would not be mindful to preserve evidence,” Wayne County Circuit Judge Timothy Kenny said.
This reminds me of the open-abandoned schools story, a few years back, when the district was closing public schools the way you close your house in the morning when you go to work — with a locked door and absolutely no attempt to secure, preserve or otherwise protect the extensive contents within. The scrappers, urban explorers, vandals and others got in almost immediately, and had big fun looting and destroying them. Jim at Sweet Juniper had a heartbreaking post about finding recent records in there, complete with photographs and Social Security numbers, terrible stories of abuse and neglect. He wrote about his fruitless efforts to get anyone in the city school administration to care. He finally took the initiative to burn the files himself.
That’s the problem: A story like the crime lab shouldn’t remind you of anything. Regrettably, it’s all too common here. Sigh. This is why I cannot watch police procedurals anymore, especially the gore-porn variety that’s so popular now. Even in functional cities, the idea that today’s tea-party civic environment would allow Marg Helgenberger to noodle around with gunshot testing, “just on a hunch,” makes me nuts.
OID, dark-humor division: Head of an agency that spent $200K in federal money earmarked for the poor on office furniture says, What are you looking at me for? Speaking of quotes you don’t see every day:
“I, Shenetta Lynn Coleman, do not order furniture. I do not order equipment. That was not my job. I have a staff person who was responsible for that. If I don’t know about it, then there’s nothing I can do about it. I cannot be in 29,000 places at once.”
I’ve never trusted people who talk about themselves in the third person, or who feel the need to remind you of their name. No, Nance doesn’t like that one little bit.
When Al Gore’s son was ticketed for speeding, going 100 in his Toyota Prius, I’m sure some enterprising soul at ToyMoCo spent some time wondering if there was a way to monetize the news, or if they even needed to bother — just putting “100 mph” and “Toyota Prius” in the same sentence without a negative was probably worth a few hundred more sales right there. At least.
So I wonder what the folks at Ford are saying as they pass this photo around world headquarters today. On the one hand: Narco-traffickers. On the other? God damn.
I’d best shove on out of here, what with the holiday weekend comin’ down and all. Yes, we’ll be at Movement for part of it. If you’d told me in January that I’d be sitting in my living room on May 27, listening to my furnace run, I wouldn’t have believed you. But there it is. Have a pleasant long weekend, and a solemn Memorial Day observance, if that’s what you have planned. I’m just hoping for a thin glimmer of sunshine.