No Accident K’Boom Explode On His Watch!
A man with learning differences works at our police station. We’ll call him Peter. What Peter’s story is, I don’t know, but he is a hard worker and mostly happy. Peter understands French, German, and Italian, but he replies to everything in English. He also ignores a lot of instructions.
He once wouldn’t let a senior officer into the station, instead leaving him out in the rain. An angry, soaking-wet lieutenant came into the office.
Lieutenant: *In German* “Peter! Why didn’t you let me in?!”
Peter: “No police ID.”
Lieutenant: “But you know me! I’m [Lieutenant].”
Peter: “Rule [number]: no entry without police ID. Orders by [Lieutenant]. I check bins.” *Walks off*
Me: “What do you want me to do, tell him to ignore the security rules which you wrote?”
[Lieutenant] never forgot his ID again.
Peter does well, and we need someone to manage lockers — for storing guns, shields, laptops, etc. That is an unpopular job, but Peter loves it. He politely explains why someone isn’t allowed a locker, and he makes good use of short space. When an officer doesn’t use it properly, he pranks them by removing the door or filling it with bricks. They learn their lesson. We all love him.
One Friday afternoon, we leave Peter alone for thirty minutes. The next Monday, he arrives at 10:00 am, looking sad. He won’t say what is wrong. After lunch, he comes back happy.
Me: *In German* “Peter, why are you so happy?”
Peter: “Talk to Brigadier. Secret.”
I hear there was an incident that Friday. [Officer #1] wanted TWO lockers, but for some reason, he went to the Brigadier’s private office instead of emailing Peter. The Brigadier’s private office then demanded one for the same officer, followed by [Manager #2] and [Manager #3] in Peter’s office. Peter told them, “I haven’t decided if he gets a locker at all,” then closed the office, and went home, since it was 5:00 pm on Friday.
I get an email.
Brigadier: “I’m looking into Peter’s complaint. Police officers need lockers, but he isn’t talking. I need to know why he disobeyed me and how he works.”
Peter won’t talk to me, either. That week, I see him talking to an interpreter, who is there to interpret a meeting… in sign language.
Me: *In German* “Do you understand him?”
Interpreter: *In German* “Yes. His sign is a bit confusing, but he is very intelligent and chatty.”
Me: “Right… This is Peter. He can hear fine. Can you talk to him and ask him about the locker incident? We need to know how he sorts out lockers.”
The interpreter talks to Peter over coffee, lasting about ninety minutes.
Interpreter: “Peter doesn’t understand the concept of a chain of command.”
Me: “What? In a police force?”
Interpreter: “He doesn’t care what your pay grade is. He decides whether you get a locker and what size. Does he take pride in his work?”
Me: “He’s meticulous about it. Where did he even learn sign?”
Interpreter: “Interpreters on TV during [health crisis], apparently. I mean, he isn’t fluent. He is upset that [Officer #1] didn’t just ask him directly like everyone else. He should have been told he would have to deal with managers he didn’t know. Anyway, why did they harass him on a Friday afternoon when it wasn’t urgent?”
Peter: “Rude SCUBA diver.”
Me: “So, Peter, you wanted to read the reasons why he needed a locker?”
Interpreter: “Yes. He is working hard to get respect from officers, but he can only do that if he is seen to make the decision… like for this police diver with SCUBA gear. He also wants advice from [weapons department], because he thinks a stun grenade in a personal locker is a bad idea.”
Me: “WHAT?”
Peter: “Gun? Meh, okay. Stun grenade? Accident, k’boom explode.”
Interpreter: “Peter felt he couldn’t explain that verbally, because he was being forced to do something. Clearly, he understands the safety risk. Peter, can you do lockers if you get to decide yourself?”
Peter hugs the interpreter.
Peter: *In German* “Ja!”
Interpreter: “Here’s my business card; let me know if you need me.”
Officers were told to contact Peter — nobody else — about lockers. Peter granted [Officer #1] two lockers, on the condition that they didn’t contain stun grenades. [Manager #2] and [Manager #3] were told to stay out of locker decisions.
Out of snarkiness, Peter asks [Lieutenant] for his ID card every time he sees him in the corridor.