Locked Up Inside

Isaac Fulwood's Feelings As Parole Commissioner: Couldn't Be More Personal

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By Wil Haygood

Washington Post Staff Writer
Sunday, December 18, 2005

Always, the black has taunted the blue.

Time and time again, the blue -- the law enforcement officer, and all the things he swore to uphold -- won out.

Crackheads: Lock 'em up.

Pedophiles: Lock 'em up.

"I've locked up more people than most people in America," says former D.C. police chief Isaac Fulwood.

Drug pushers: Lock 'em up.

"Nobody could call me soft on crime," he says. "Nobody."

Teddy Fulwood: Lock him up.

That was the former chief's brother. He had a record that went from simple assault to bank robbery. "I loved him," Fulwood says, "but hated his behavior."

The black meant he could be his brother's keeper. The blue meant all he could do was safely arrange his surrender and escort Teddy to police headquarters.

Neither the black nor the blue, however, could stop Teddy's murder. Blue-suited police officers, middle of the night, knocked on Ike Fulwood's front door.

"Must have cried for 40 minutes," he says.

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