Our mayor elect is Jerry Dyer, our long time police chief. I live on a “county island,” a piece of land within city limits, surrounded on all sides by the city, but are unincorporated urban pockets in county jurisdiction. This is a leftover byproduct of 1950s and 1960s urban planning fuckery.
I live in the pink area near the word “BULLARD” on this map. My neighbors a block over are in the city, I am in the county even though I live in the middle of fucking town. This is relevant because I don’t get to vote for mayor. And Jerry Dyer, to be blunt, is a cocksucker. This is a piece of what our PD has been under his control.
This department is a horrorshow; I saw it up close and personal when I was a public defender. As Chief, Dyer had scandals fit for the movies.
His Deputy Chief, Keith Foster, was convicted at trial in 2017 in federal court for drug trafficking marijuana and heroin. Chief Dyer said he had no idea, and people here just accepted it. To me, he had to have been either incompetent or complicit for this to happen right under his nose, but nobody really confronted him about that.
His good friend, Lt. Jose Moralez, was found dead in front of Dyer’s house, a death that was ruled a suicide. The widow insisted her husband was murdered by Dyer, and there was a lot of noise about it. It went away. There were also allegations of sex with underage girls that dogged Dyer throughout his career.
This is a guy who led a police department that had over 50 questionable shootings while he was Chief. This is our next mayor, called upon to lead us through this. I wish my county island was a real island.