RICHARD ALLEN SCOTT - Through the Years
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<strong>RICHARD</strong> <strong>ALLEN</strong> <strong>SCOTT</strong><br />
THROUGH THE YEARS<br />
we could smell <strong>the</strong> blood and gore. Guy had blown half his head off with a shotgun in <strong>the</strong><br />
basement. “Stuff” was hanging and dripping from <strong>the</strong> floor joists. Nasty memory, <strong>the</strong> first of<br />
many. I also remember having a “tussle” with a drunk I had arrested, and while in <strong>the</strong> office with<br />
him, and trying to put him in <strong>the</strong> cells, he ripped <strong>the</strong> shirt right off my back. After a more senior<br />
member ‘took care of him’, I didn’t recognize his face <strong>the</strong> next morning, and <strong>the</strong> ‘hanging’ judge<br />
we had in <strong>the</strong> court room next door didn’t even blink an eye when he fined him for being drunk<br />
in a public place. He was great.<br />
We worked closely with Matsqui Police members, backing each o<strong>the</strong>r up on calls, regardless of<br />
jurisdiction. There were just too few of us on a shift to do everything alone. One night, I<br />
assisted one of <strong>the</strong>ir members, a crusty Scot who had served both in Scotland and in <strong>the</strong><br />
Vancouver Police force, with <strong>the</strong> arrest of a particularly nasty drunk. This fool was causing so<br />
much trouble and since he constantly was insisting on a cigarette, <strong>the</strong> Matsqui member let him<br />
have one, but not before stuffing one of those miniature fire-crackers in <strong>the</strong> end of it. When he<br />
lit it, ‘boom’, his face was black! We fell over laughing and lo and behold <strong>the</strong> drunk became<br />
quite complacent. Justice was served.<br />
Being close to <strong>the</strong> US Border, and with a Customs port within our jurisdiction, we were often<br />
called <strong>the</strong>re to assist with drunk drivers mainly, but many o<strong>the</strong>r matters, including ‘border<br />
runners’, those who didn’t stop for inspection. They were simply turned around and escorted<br />
back, where <strong>the</strong>y faced heavy penalties. Quite a number of draft dodgers came to our attention<br />
during those years (Vietnam War), both trying to cross into Canada, and having ‘snuck’ across<br />
<strong>the</strong> line. We unceremoniously dragged <strong>the</strong>m back to <strong>the</strong> US border post where <strong>the</strong>y were<br />
promptly arrested. I suppose we shouldn’t have been doing that, but hey, too bad, so sad.<br />
The little town of Sumas, Washington, right at <strong>the</strong> border, had a sheriff of some renown. He<br />
reportedly had notches in his gun, but I never saw <strong>the</strong>m. He was one heck of a character and<br />
we shared a great mutual respect for each o<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
We were normally a pretty quiet town, but on one occasion had <strong>the</strong> ‘ace investigators’ from<br />
Vancouver with us for a while. There was a doctor who lived up on Vedder Mountain, a ra<strong>the</strong>r<br />
remote area of our Detachment, down along <strong>the</strong> US border. He was performing abortions at a<br />
clinic he had established up on <strong>the</strong> mountain. Highly illegal at that time. The investigation was<br />
at its end by <strong>the</strong> time <strong>the</strong> plainclo<strong>the</strong>s ‘guys’ from Vancouver arrived, so we were <strong>the</strong>re to assist<br />
in <strong>the</strong> arrest of this notorious doctor. Abortion was decriminalized shortly <strong>the</strong>reafter.<br />
June 2017<br />
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