I lived in Cincy back in the late 70's when I was going to school there. The Cincinnati cops had a reputation at that time of being hard core. They wore white peaked hats (still do), white shirts, navy blue trousers & neckties. There must have been a height requirement at the time because I don't think I ever saw one under 6 ft tall, many were well over that. No women or fat asses, either. And the majority of them had the popular 70's "porn" mustache thing going as well.
Most of them were armed with Colt or S&W .357 Magnums, this at a time when most urban PDs were still running the old .38 Special revolvers. They had a reputation of Shoot First & then maybe, ask questions. There were no street gangs & little drug violence due in large part to this "unofficial" policy in place.
The last year I lived there a bunch of CPD raided a notorious dive bar on lower Race St (well named) where the owner was one of the major suppliers of heroin & coke in the city. There were differing accounts of who started what but the owner & 3 or 4 of his honchos were shot dead, a number more wounded. That put a serious kink in the drug flow on the streets for quite awhile & had the knuckleheads keeping a very low profile as well.
If those 70's cops would have rolled up on Willie in the story he would have had many, many holes in him before he toppled over, & there probably wouldn't have been any "drop your weapon", either.
My, how times have changed.
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