Friday, February 6, 2015

Sheriff of DeKalb County, Georgia

Sidney Dorsey was born February 23, 1940 in Atlanta Georgia. He served as sheriff from 1996 to 2000, and was the first African-American to serve as a sheriff in DeKalb County. He married a city councilwoman Sherry Dorsey.

In the 2000 elections he was defeated by a challenger Derwin Brown. Because he was a sore loser he arranged for Brown to be killed.

On July 10, 2002, Dorsey was convicted of ordering Brown's assassination in order to obstruct Brown's expected probe into corruption occurring in the DeKalb County Sheriff's office during Dorsey's term. The Superior Court Judge Cynthia Becker sentenced Dorsey to life on the murder conviction and added 23 more years on racketeering and violation of oath of office convictions, and concurrent sentences ranging from 10 to 15 years on his several convictions of theft by taking of the oath of office of an elected official. Dorsey is currently held in Georgia State Prison.

In 2007 it was reported that Dorsey allegedly confessed to his part in the ordering of the hit on Brown out of bitterness of having been defeated by him. However he claimed that he had attempted to abort the assassination plot prior to Brown's murder, but wasn't successful.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Killer Cops Number 6

Boy it's been a crazy whirlwind for me the last two months and it's hard to believe January 2015 has come and went so quickly.

Our next Cop in our scope is MICHAEL J. CORBITT, This guy was born March 17, 1944 and he died July 27, 2004 from lung cancer at the age of 60.

He was the chief of police at Willow Springs Illinois and was an associate of Chicago Outfit mobsters such as Sal Bastone, know as  Sam "Momo" Giancana and Antonino "Tony", "Joe Batters" Accardo. He became a cooperating witness after being convicted of aiding in the murder of a woman in Chicago, Diane Masters, by her husband, Alan.

Mr. Corbitt was born to an Irish American Family in Chicago, Illinois. After Several years in a Roman Catholic parochial school he was transferred to a public school at the age of 9. He later recalled that without a Catholic school uniform to hide behind it was obvious just how poor his family was. He was humiliated by the poverty of his parents and tired of hand me downs such as clothes and toys, he turned to shoplifting and later graduated to running with an Italian-American street gang.

In always hanging around where Corbitt could be seen by Mob members, he soon drew the attention of the Chicago Outfit gang. They recruited him into running errands around one of its social clubs. After several years of owning and running a Sunoco gas station set up by the Mob, which also doubled a mobster hand out, Outfit boss Sam Giancana then offered Corbitt a position as a police officer in Willow Springs. According to Corbett's memoirs, Giancana told him after he accepted the position, "But just remember kid, don't forget who your friends are." Shortly thereafter, Corbitt was sworn into the Willow Springs police department by notorious political boss Doc Rust.

In several Quotes from the Outfit Gang; "In the Outfit, when you screwed up, you got planted. End of Story, it wasn't like they handed you a pink slip and you went to work for another crew. You were done. That is unless you used a tactic that was a favorite with America's corporate set, the old CTA routine. (Cover your ASS) and blame whatever went wrong on the other guy.:

"Any time you hear the FBI use the words witness protection, you can bet you've got a problem."

In 1981 The Chicago Outfit was out of control. Tocco's crew had taking killing to a whole new level, so that whacking a guy didn't mean anything anymore. Forget finesse or discretion. Under cover of night or in broad daylight, it didn't matter. If they had a job to do, they did it. Guys were dropping like flies. The chop shop owners were still taking a beating, and the police departments were starting to look more like Outfit crews than crime fighters. Politicians like Doc Rust's old friend Pat Marcy, from Chicago's First Ward, were operating more like godfathers than elected officials.  And perhaps not coincidentally, cocaine was everywhere. A lot of the younger Outfit guys were dealing it- and doing it. They were living in the fast lane and dying there too. Nightlife in Chicago meant disco bars, free sex, and fast highs. If you were an Outfit guy, a fast buck

Kind of reminds of the "Roaring Twenties" doesn't it. but this all took place in the late seventies and early eighties. Makes you wonder "Does history repeat its self" just in a different form?