Surely the name and reputation of our own Barretthunter should have been enough to make any WPC run for the hills? However, cleverly embedded within the letter - (or is it just a coincidence born of an extraordinarily powerfully focused fixation with the round bum of the law?) - is Mr Morris' true message ...
barretthunter:
Dear Constable Williamson,
I hope you will accept my apology.
Stupid of me to behave as I did, like a
pig. Of course you were doing your duty yesterday. When
I encounter unexpected difficulties, I frankly overheat. I do not
want to create a problem between ourselves and the law
your good self represents.
I realise that when you saw,
behind our premises, a high performance car idling as if
to act as a getaway or spy, you left your
beat, asked the black driver questions, and were not satisfied
till he explained himself, which he failed to do, as
it appears, since he got out and strode off. Mr
Burns, who met you at the gate, was rather brusque
and I regret that. I also regret that I refused
you entry. My adoptive son, the driver, told me some
sob story about police harassment which I believed.
Please believe
we sincerely regret our unwise unco-operativeness which none of us
will repeat. My son is not a criminal, just foolish.
All of us would welcome you next time. If you
have the time, could you possibly visit us so that
a different impression can be left? Then you could hopefully
go back convinced that we are on your side. David
and myself do hope we can make amends. Naturally, anyone
that combats crime and antisocial behaviour can be assured we
will always be on their side. Our law is entirely
just and whatever criticisms may for whatever reasons at times
be made, the law and democratic debate are the way
the civilised world should resolve them.
Hoping this is the
start of a fruitful relationship, one in which above all
we co-operate for the good of Burnham, which is the
will of everyone, whatever ethnicity, religion or class they may
be. David hopes he can drive you around in his
spanking new sports car, the one you saw, but perhaps
you may not fancy that.
Apologies, again, for being so
silly.
Martin Morris