New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Prostitutes -- Fiction
There was not a little silent bitterness in his heart as, later,
returning to the station-house, he thought upon these things. He
remembered the days when he had been new upon the force. Those were
the days when the popular tide had turned against gambling and, amid
the raids that meant the breaking of steel doors, the pursuit of
offenders through secret passages and across steep roofs, it was for
a while possible for a policeman to retain his ideals. But he
remembered also how, when the ruling powers had thus been forced to
destroy the nests where once they had gathered golden eggs, the long
arm of necessity swung slowly backward until it paused at the point
where it had since remained and, because the eggs must be gathered
somewhere, the police were expected to gather them from the aeries of
the vultures that preyed upon women.
Riley had not minded, every pay-day, handing over to the appointed
heeler the five dollars wherefor he received a receipt for a dollar
and a half as dues to the political club to which he was expected to
belong. For quite some time he had been content with closing his
eyes to saloons that were opened on Sundays by proprietors that were
powerful, and with allowing others to profit by the rewards of his
voluntary blindness. But at last there came the first baby in the
Riley home, and then the second, and the wife's long illness; and
then assessments were increased and, finally, after many a broad hint
from the men higher up, he was given plainly to understand that he
must either hand over a goodly portion of money, every week, from the
offending women on his beat, or else lose his usefulness to the force.
After that, he took what he must and kept what he could. He had no
trade on which to fall back; his domestic and political expenses grew
annually, and, as an evasion of the former meant financial ruin, so
the shirking of the latter meant a charge lodged at headquarters, a
speedy hearing, and an automatic dismissal. Even when a non-partisan
man was put at the head of the department, that official's practical
power was nullified by the fact that the mayor, a party-man, was
behind him and could remove him at a moment's notice, and that behind
the mayor was the organization that had made and could break the
mayor. No individual, so far as Officer Riley could see, was
personally to blame, was himself a free agent; but the whole
collection of individuals were the irresponsible parts of a gigantic
machine--from the inner council of Tammany to their spies in every
municipal department--which, if ever broken by the recognized party
of opposition, must be so thoroughly rebuilt and so precisely
operated in accordance with mechanical lines that the change would
signify only the casting out of the irresponsible parts and their
replacement by parts equally irresponsible. Riley could look no
farther, and, even could he have seen that the remedy must be a
remedy of conditions, he could have done nothing to free himself.
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