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John Robinson on his police motor. Photo by Tony Kelly
John Robinson is quite a police officer. Â Oh, I know he’s technically retired. Â But he’s not tired. Â And he has a heart for the victims of crime. Â Like so many other officers, he hates it when the bad guys get away with a crime. Â And murder is the worst of all crimes. Â Last week he sat down and spoke with us about the murder of Shelley Speet Mills. Â He was stopped at a light at the intersection of Michigan and College in Grand Rapids, eastbound, when the call came in that a woman thought her daughter had been murdered at 314 College NE. Â That was two houses away.Â
He secured the scene and stayed with Shelley’s body until all the examinations attendant on a body were concluded.  I supposed that’s a fancy way of saying he remained at the scene until he helped move the body  to autopsy.  He assisted there, too, and stayed there until all evidence was given to him to take back to the police station.  Chain of custody.
He didn’t work the case again while he was a patrolman, but when he was promoted to what’s now called the Major Case  Team, he took up the investigation again.  And when he rose to the head of that unit he directed the continuing investigation.  This case has never been cold; it’s always been worked and worked just as hard as there have been leads.  Some years that’s been pretty thin.  But he knows this crime CAN be solved.  He is correct.
Here’s the reality: the police can be effective only when they have the cooperation of a willing and supportive citizenry. Â When the public turns away, withholds knowledge, the bad guys get away with it. Â It may be dangerous, it may be unpleasant, it may be costly and inconvenient, but as long as people tell what they know about crime we stand a chance at an ordered civilization.
With our rights come responsibilities. Â Yeah, I know I’m a conservative. Â Believe me, I know. Â For me, though, that begins with conserving our ordered liberty under the rule of law.
There’s a lot at stake here, and in our day-by-day fashion we either struggle to keep that order or we allow entropy to claim it all. Â William Butler Yeats put it best in his 1919 poem:
   THE SECOND COMING
  Turning and turning in the widening gyreÂ
  The falcon cannot hear the falconer;Â
  Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Â
  Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,Â
  The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhereÂ
  The ceremony of innocence is drowned;Â
  The best lack all conviction, while the worstÂ
  Are full of passionate intensity.
  Surely some revelation is at hand;Â
  Surely the Second Coming is at hand.Â
  The Second Coming! Hardly are those words outÂ
  When a vast image out of Spiritus MundiÂ
  Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;Â
  A shape with lion body and the head of a man,Â
  A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,Â
  Is moving its slow thighs, while all about itÂ
  Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.Â
  The darkness drops again but now I knowÂ
  That twenty centuries of stony sleepÂ
  Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,Â
  And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,Â
  Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
As for John, he keeps these old cases ticking over and he still rides a Harley.