Inside Out: Book I
True short stories from Denver’s first Black Female
Undercover Vice and Narcotics Detective
By Rae B. McCall
© Copyright 2010 by Rae
McCall and R.M. Enterprise Group, Inc.
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USA and ISBN number 978153876299. Published and printed November
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I dedicate this book to my family and
friends
who were all so very supportive of me.
Table of Contents
Introduction
Becoming a police officer was not a job I had ever considered. It was because of my closest girlfriend that I even thought about becoming a Police Officer.
She and I would talk everyday when we got home from work. We were both in very unhappy marriages but not yet divorced. Like most people, we needed and wanted a secure job that paid well and had benefits.
In one of our conversations, she said we should apply for a job with the Denver Police Department because there was an ad in the newspaper. The City of Denver was hiring policewomen, and there was a date to apply and take the examination.
At first, I told her no, that I did not want to be a cop. I recanted that statement in the same breath, and told her, yes. We should apply because they certainly were not going to hire any black women, and that would be a great reason to sue the City of Denver and the Police Department.
I had always been somewhat of an activist; discrimination was still very much alive in Denver.
On the day that I took the test, there were two hundred women and only seven were black. When I completed the test and walked out, a very attractive black female named Carol approached me. She told me the police department was not going to hire any females and the test was a way to get the ACLU to back off.
She also told me she had applied to be a policewoman and was denied a position. She contacted the ACLU and they were taking the steps to file a class-action lawsuit against the city of Denver and the Denver Police Department.
Her attorney wanted her to get as many black women as she could who had taken the exam to be a part of the lawsuit. Only two of us agreed; Carol, Laura and I went immediately to her attorney’s office and began the process of the lawsuit.
We won the lawsuit. Carol started working in 1972, and I started in 1973. Laura and Armedia started in 1974. I became the first black female detective in the state of Colorado, and I was the first black female assigned to work in Vice and Narcotics. In that position, I was on loan to the FBI, CBI, DEA, and other metro police departments to work undercover. Because of political corruption, I resigned from the department in 1979 and moved to Georgia.
The stories that you will read are true; names have been changed. I embellished some parts just to make the stories interesting and steamy.
POLICE WORK IS NOT LIKE TELEVISION OR THE MOVIES
SOAR WITH THE EAGLES
When I moved to Atlanta, I only knew one person, and that was my cousin. The thought of moving here and meeting new people was very exciting to me. I was born and raised in Denver, Colorado, and the temperature was always cold.
Moving to a warm climate and seeing definite seasons thrilled me; Denver has two seasons, winter and summer. Summer is from July 4th to August 31st and sometimes not then. I have seen snow in June and on Labor Day. The weather is never predictable, or maybe it is predictable: you never know what it will be like.
I left Denver for my move to Atlanta on May 31st. The weather was so bad the Highway Patrol had closed part of Interstate 70 eastbound and my departure time was delayed a few hours. Just the thought of not having to experience the snow anymore brought a smile to my face.
My girlfriend was helping me drive my Van to Atlanta, and I was paying her flight back to Denver. Rose had never been outside of Colorado and she was excited about the free vacation.
There was no hurry to get to Atlanta, I had secured my apartment and paid my rent six months in advance. I did not yet have a job, but I had some interviews lined up, and I had enough money to last me awhile.
I was ready to get to Atlanta and meet new people, see new things, and let my life soar. Although there was no hurry, I wanted to arrive as soon as possible.
Rose drove most of the way and I was fine with that; it was a long drive. We stopped along the way and took a lot of pictures and stayed the night in a very nice hotel. We did not rush; it was a great vacation ride.
The drive was very tiring but very scenic. Neither of us had ever been to Tennessee, and we were amazed with the rolling hills. They are called mountains in Tennessee but did not compare to the Colorado Rockies.