‘stink pig’
new zealand police stories
fast times in the auckland central police - 70’s
If you are lost and wandering what to do with your life (like I was) then consider joining the Police Force.
Cop’s are born out of diverse occupations and backgrounds. In the 70’s the New Zealand Police Force was in the middle big changes. Computers were on the way in.
New Zealand Police cars did not have have siren’s. That was about to change.
New Zealand Traffic Officers and Police were separated. That was about to change.
New Zealand Police did not carry badges. They carried a piece of plastic. That was about to change.
But one thing that did not change was Police work.
In my first 3 months I saw so much blood from fighting I became desensitised to it. Thank goodness it wasn’t mine.
I would like to invite you to read some of my experiences in the New Zealand Police Force back in the crazy 70’s.
In the largest Polynesian city in the world a window of opportunity opened wide.
The Auckland Central Police would pair TWO YOUNG (21 years) cops together in patrol cars on the frontline.
After a couple of years the hierarchy slammed that window shut.
Thankful the collateral damage was largely unknown.
But for us young cops, did we have fun in that brief period of time?
Cop’s all over the world have stories to tell.
These are some of mine from the bottom of the Pacific rim, 'Aotearoa'.
The land of the long white cloud, NEW ZEALAND.
I hope you enjoy them.
“some chapters.”
My adventures riding with the Welshman.
Jumping off the Grafton Bridge - Psychology 101 NZ Police 70’s style
Drag racing - Police against Police - Ford against Holden
Tina, the Queen of Ponsonby
How to handle the worst smell in the world
Blood acclimatization
So why was the drug King Pin shot dead?
Operation ‘Get Jack Back’ - How cops support each other
The psychology of attending ‘fights’
Kingi and the rich man who called him a ……….
Blood squirting out sideways from his skull - why was he still standing?
How to stop domestics - They would lock me up today if I did the same thing…..maybe
What a coincidence - Kawau Island, the young seaman, Red (cop) and my brother
Demonstration Training - then the real thing
My certificate of award by the Governor General and the story of his possum
Four stories about my introduction to the psychiatric wild life in Auckland - Carrington Hospital
Facing off with the V8 gang….sort of
My first hit and run fatal
The Welshman, the Irishman and the Australian - the saga of Auckland Central Police Station under siege
Sleeping in Grafton Graveyard - best sleep. No one will disturb you except for ……..
What maggots eat first…
Never trust those northern country cops if you value your life and safety. They have no patience.
The worst file you can receive in the Police…a Ministerial. All the way from the Minister of Police’s Office. I had received 3 within 4 months!
About Fraser
Fraser James grew up in Auckland, New Zealand, the largest Polynesian city in the world. Born to Samoan and English parents who divorced when he was a baby, he spent his growing years revolving from one parent to the other by choice. Living on the North Shore of Auckland with his English father, then moving to Ponsonby on the South side with his Samoan mother. Having changed schools over thirteen times before high school is a reflection of his life. Always changing.
Fraser loves telling stories of his life experiences and listening to other people's true life stories. He is writing a series of his life's experiences. This is his first Memoir.
Fraser moved to Australia in 1981 where he now calls Perth, WA, home and is married with one daughter.
