Excerpts from an oral hisory of Deputy Chief
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I said, “Come on, let’s break this up.” These guys were still wailing away, so I grabbed the bartender from the back, pinned his arms to him and kind of raised him off his feet and he was kicking and carrying on. I said, “Come on, let’s kind of get yourselves together. We don’t want to have any trouble. We don’t wanna have anybody go to jail here or nothing. Let’s kinda calm down.” And, of course, the other guy was wailing away. And he turned around and said, “Jim.” I looked at him and he was a guy, Dick Kool, I used to play football with here in Saint Paul. He used to play independent football. We had a team over on the east side called Swanson’s Tavern. I played a halfback on it, and he played tackle on that team. So then he didn’t quit, so I had to break the thing up. So we broke the thing up. I told everybody to get going and so forth. I was urging everybody to go on. Finally, one guy said, “Boy, is that guy tough. Did you see him break up that fight?” The only reason I was able to break it up was ‘cause I knew one of the guys. Of course they didn’t know that. So that was my first night back on the job. I think I probably had it a lot easier than most of the Black officers, especially in later years. I lived here all my life, and I’d gone to different schools. I went to Cathedral School. I went to Central High School—there were only a handful of us Blacks in the schools. Most of the schools that I went to growing up, there was only a handful of Black kids there. So when there’s one kid in the class they remember him. I ran for the school board, I heard from people I went to grade school with who came out to support me cause they knew me. I knew a lot of people, which made it easier for me.
Officers Griffin, John Mercado, and Vernon P. Michel (posthumously) [4] Drum Bar was located in downtown Saint Paul and served White patrons. |
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