Tickets, Tickets, Tickets 4/4

Written by Harold McNeill on January 22nd, 2012. Posted in Police Notebook


(Stock Photo) Many RSM’s marched out of the military and into the police service in the decades following World War II and the Korean War. 

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How might you handle a bully, especially a bully with gold braid surrounding his epaulets? Well, you could challenge him directly, but there were inherent dangers with using that approach. Perhaps it would be wise to take a more circuitous route. The challenge I made in this story would only be the first of many times I stepped over the line when feeling chaffed by the actions of a senior officer. Over my thirty years of service, I managed to turn the art of challenge into a science, but there was a cost.

As mentioned in the previous story, our Chief Constable back in the late 1960s, was a notoriously dictatorial fellow. At 6’4 inches, 260 pounds, in excellent shape and with a deep baritone voice, he was a formidable sight, especially to a lowly, Junior Constable.

That he brought to the Police Department his full military bearing as an ex-Regimental Sergeant Major (minus the swagger stick), left him a bit out of touch with the rapidly changing world of policing.  Given his personality, one only challenged the Chief’s authority at their peril. 

As with Inspector Bates, the Chief usually went home for lunch but instead of requesting a ride he always walked to and from his home in North Oak Bay, about two kilometers from the office. Each day on his trek he would make note of various infractions under Motor Vehicle Act (left wheels to curb, park on the boulevard, etc) or Municipal Bylaws (grass clippings on the sidewalk was a favorite). The Chief’s property, of course, was flawless in every respect.

Two or three times a week, on return to the office, the Chief would call in the Sergeant and give him a list of infractions. The Sergeant would then, in turn, assign the list to a patrol officer.  As the most junior man on shift, the list most often ended up on my clipboard and the pettiness of the complaints irritated me to no end. One could find dozens of similar infractions all over the Municipality, but unless there was a citizen complaint or some particularly good reason to carry out enforcement, these infractions were usually overlooked.

After several months of having been instructed to act on the Chief’s complaints, I decided to take the bull by the horns the next time I was handed a list. There was no use talking to the Chief, for he would have just torn a strip off me for being insubordinate, a disciplinary “catch-all”. Instead, one dayshift, I signed out extra parking and bylaw ticket books as well as the ‘Noxious Weed Notice’ book and commenced a street by the street search for infractions (all in North Oak Bay in a one-kilometer circle around the Chief’s home near Uplands Park.

Cartoon:  As Officer McNeill works the streets of Central Oak Bay, he tries to anticipate the Chief’s next complaint.

By the time the Chief had left that day, I had covered every possible route he might take and issued tickets for every infraction I could find.  Just for good measure, I expanded my search perimeter and managed to empty two full ticket books (25 tickets in each) and wrote several bylaw notices and still others under the Noxious Weed Act.

About three in the afternoon, as folks started to arrive home, there was a trickle of people phoning the office inquiring as to ‘what the hell was going on’.  By ten o’clock the next morning the trickle was a flood with all complaints being routed to Inspector Charlie Bates.  A few of the more affluent homeowners as well as the ‘well-connected’ types, were not satisfied to speak with a mere Inspector, so were passed along to the big man himself.

Having made myself inconspicuous the next morning, at just before noon I heard the Chief had called the Inspector into his office for a closed-door session and it was not long after the Chief left for lunch that I received a call asking me to report to the office to see the Inspector.  There was little doubt what would be discussed and I was worried that perhaps I had stepped a little too far over that thin blue line. I freely admit, my heart rate had inched up several notches.

Inspector Bates, a fine man with a balanced and understanding approach, inquired as to what the hell I thought I was doing in writing all those ‘god-damned’ tickets.  He knew full well what the Chief had been doing all those years but no one had ever taken the man to task. I explained that I was just trying to clean things up a bit before the Chief took his noon walk and that I was perfectly happy to expand the practice to the rest of the Municipality in order to make sure everyone was being treated in a fair and equitable manner.

In his best ‘Inspectorial’ manner, Charlie suggested I might wish to use a little more ‘discretion’ in the future, but he never came right out and told me to cease and desist. That was the last I heard on the subject and the Chief never called me to his office nor, to my knowledge, did he ever speak further to the matter.  Knowing the Inspector fairly well, I think he quietly applauded the action I had taken.

The outcome – from that day forward the Chief stopped his petty practice of singling out certain folks for selective enforcement. In appreciation of his change in attitude, I put my ticket book back in my briefcase and reserved it for more needy cases.  I suppose I dodged a bullet by my actions, but then, perhaps, the Chief was just biding his time. Regimental Sergeant Majors, as I understood them, were not known to be accepting of having their authority questioned in any way, shape or form.

Harold

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  • Harold McNeill

    October 10, 2024 |

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  • Mike Fedorowich

    September 1, 2023 |

    I have gone through the above noted text and have found it quite informative.
    I am a former member with several law enforcement agencies from across Canada.
    I worked in the First Nations service under the authority of the RCMP with the over sight of the OPP. My law enforcement service was conducted under the authority of the Nishnawbe – Aski Police Service in North West Ontario the Louis Bull Police Sevice in Hobbema AB, the Kitasoo Xaixais Police Service in Northern in side passage on Swindle Island, the Lac Suel Police Service North West Ontario and the Vancouver Transit Authority Sky Train Police Service. I’m presently dealing with an RCMP member for falsifying a report against me for a road rage event. Court case is finished and the charge was dropped but I have an on going complaint with the member and have forwarded to the WATCH DOGS IN OTTAWA FOR the RCMP review and consideration. I believe the said officer is in violation of his oath of office and should be held accountable for falsifying his RTCC all the while dragging me through the court system here in Nanaimo. RCMP continue to stonewall the appeal but Ottawa and the crowns office are still looking into the matter. if your able and find the time or the interest in this very brief introduction, I would very much like to speak with you and would be grateful to hear any wisdom that may come across from your end. I served with First Nations Police Services for ten years in isolation and six years with Transit Police out of New West Minster. I do value and appreciate any time you could spare to chat for a bit on this particular subject matter. Respectfully with out anger but an open mind, Mike Fedorowich Nanaimo BC 250 667 0060

  • Harold McNeill

    February 28, 2022 |

    Hi Robert, I do remember some of those folks from my early years in Cold Lake (Hazel was my aunt and our family spent many fond times with Uncle Melvin, Aunt Hazel and Family. I knew Lawrence and Adrian. Having read a half dozen accounts it is clear their were many false narratives and, perhaps, a few truths along the way. I tried my best to provide an even account from what I read. Cheers, Harold. (email: Harold@mcneillifestories.com)

  • Robert Martineau

    February 25, 2022 |

    Its been a long time since any post here, but its worth a shot. My Grandfather was Hazel Wheelers brother Lawrence, and son to Maggie and Adrien. Maggie Martineau (nee Delaney) is my great grandmother. The books and articles to date are based on the white mans viewpoint and the real story as passed down by the Elders in my family is much more nefarious. Some of the white men were providing food for the Indians in exchange for sexual favors performed by the Squaws. Maggie was the product of one of those encounters. Although I am extremely proud of my family and family name, I am ashamed about this part of it.

  • Julue

    January 28, 2022 |

    Good morning Harold!
    Gosh darn it, you are such a good writer. I hope you have been writing a book about your life. It could be turned into a movie.
    Thanks for this edition to your blog.
    I pray that Canadians will keep their cool this weekend and next week in Ottawa. How do you see our PM handling it? He has to do something and quick!
    Xo Julie

  • Herb Craig

    December 14, 2021 |

    As always awesome job Harold. It seems whatever you do in life the end result is always the same professional, accurate, inclusive and entertaining. You have always been a class act and a great fellow policeman to work with. We had some awesome times together my friend. I will always hold you close as a true friend. Keep up the good work. Hope to see you this summer.
    Warm regards
    Herb Craig

  • Harold McNeill

    November 26, 2021 |

    Hi Dorthy, So glad you found those stories and, yes, they hold many fond memories. Thanks to social media and the blog, I’ve been able to get in touch with many friends from back in the day. Cheers, Harold

  • Harold McNeill

    November 26, 2021 |

    Well, well. Pleased to see your name pop up. I’m in regular contact via FB with many ‘kids’ from back in our HS days (Guy, Dawna, Shirley and others). Also, a lot of Cold Lake friends through FB. Cheers, Harold

  • Harold McNeill

    November 26, 2021 |

    Oh, that is many years back and glad you found the story. I don’t have any recall of others in my class other than the Murphy sisters on whose farm my Dad and Mom worked.

  • Harold McNeill

    November 26, 2021 |

    Pleased to hear from you Howie and trust all is going well. As with you, I have a couple of sad stories of times in my police career when I crossed paths with Ross Barrington Elworthy. Just haven’t had the time to write those stories.