When Police Make Trouble,
There's No One to Call
Did you ever try to call the police on the police? I did last Thursday night. It was an exercise in futility.
The Fraternal Order of Police apparently was preparing for a weekend ceremony in Washington. Many were staying at the Red Roof Inn on Fifth St. NW, at the corner of H. It was 2:30 a.m. when the bagpipes, drums, bugle, group cheers, police sirens and roaring motorcycles finally came to an end. Only then were tired, angry residents of the Avalon apartment building next door permitted to have some sleep.
I called the desk at the Red Roof Inn at 11:45 p.m. and asked if the desk agent could help. "I'll try," was the giggly answer.
Recognizing that as a dead end, I called the police dispatch number. I told the duty officer of the problem and asked if the department could help. Nothing happened that changed the dynamic.
At 1:45 a.m., I called the police dispatch number again and was told by the duty officer, "Oh, that's the Fraternal Order of Police. We can't do anything. They're having a ceremony."
At 1:45 in the morning?
The ceremony I saw from my window (just above the fracas) might have hailed from the Michelob kiosk, where beers were being handed out at a furious pace. Those attending the "ceremony" were all over Fifth Street, drinking, hollering, cheering and honking air horns.
I left for work after 31/2 hours of sleep.
I am deeply disappointed that nothing was done to keep the peace on Fifth Street NW last week.
I can't help but wonder if there would have been a different result had it been a group other than the Fraternal Order of Police.
East End/Penn Quarter