Pubdate: Mon, 30 Aug 2004
Source: Ledger-Enquirer (GA)
Copyright: 2004 Ledger-Enquirer
Contact:  http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/mld/enquirer/
Details: http://www.mapinc.org/media/237
Author: Richard Hyatt, Staff Writer
Note: Staff writer Kelli Esters contributed to this report.
Related: http://www.mapinc.org/drugnews/v04/n1020/a01.html
Bookmark: http://www.mapinc.org/people/kenneth+walker

LIVING WITH RESTRAINT

After Years As Gung-ho Cop, Former Deputy David Glisson Sits Anxiously

Something is missing in David Glisson. Could be the eyes that have 
forgotten how to dance or the soft voice that fades away before it puts the 
period at the end of a sentence. Could be the way he moves, carefully 
measuring every step.

Nothing about this soft-spoken man hints that this was a lawman who thought 
of police work as a family business, a lifer who wanted to be the first 
officer through the door even when he didn't know what was on the other side.

Simply put, he was a cop.

That was Glisson's life for more than 20 years. He was a strutting member 
of two elite units. He taught people to shoot but didn't have a gun at 
home. He wore a badge but drew a line at wearing an earring. If the 
telephone rang in the middle of the night, he always answered. This was 
what he did and this was all he ever wanted to be.

He was a cop.

Putting this career in the past tense hurts him, but he knows he's no 
longer a cop and, somewhere inside, accepts the fact he never will be 
again. At age 47, he seems hollow and bruised, a man whose dreams were 
rewritten in the time it takes two fingers to snap.

It's easy to trace these changes in this strapping sheriff's deputy to last 
Dec. 10, the night Glisson shot Kenny Walker in the southbound lane of I-185.

Only there's more.

- - There was a heart attack that killed him three times.

- - There is the aneurysm that hides in his body.

- - There is the unborn grandson he wants to hold.

- - There is the fact that, even if he could, he isn't able to be the cop he 
always thought he would be.

These are some of the things David and Becky Glisson wanted to talk about 
when he agreed to an interview for the first time since the Walker shooting.

According to ground rules set by his attorney, Richard Hagler, questions 
about that night were off limits. But the conversation in Hagler's office 
still gave the Glissons a chance to deflect accusations leveled at the 
father of four.

This was the couple's way to make Glisson more than a nameless officer with 
a badge.

Born in Columbus

Glisson was born in Columbus and went to school at River Road Elementary, 
then Daniel Junior High and Jordan High. He laughs at the adage that every 
policeman and fireman in town went to Jordan.

"You were either a cop or you went to jail," he said.

As a young person he had two dreams: baseball and law enforcement. "And 
since the Braves never called, you know where I ended up."

When his family got together it seemed like everybody had a badge. His 
Uncle Bobby was both a Columbus police captain and a Muscogee County 
sheriff's deputy, and three cousins were lawmen.

As a child, he would listen to their stories when they got together. "It 
was like guys telling fishing stories," Glisson recalled.

After high school, he enlisted in the U.S. Air Force. He wasn't a flyer. He 
was a lawman.

Back home, he was looking for a job when he got a call from then Muscogee 
County Sheriff Jack Rutledge. Rutledge looked like a sheriff out of 
Hollywood casting. He was big with a voice to match. He had a presence, as 
a public official and as a public performer. Since he often sang at events 
all over town, he was known as "The Singing Sheriff."

It was hard for people to say "no" to Rutledge, but Glisson did. He turned 
Rutledge down and took a job with Coca-Cola. When the second call came, 
however, he listened.

"I guess the reason I went into law enforcement is the same as the others 
in my family. It sounds kind of corny, but we were all born and raised here 
and we all love Columbus. This is something we felt like we were born to 
do," he said.

Glisson joined the department and, like every other newcomer, he was 
assigned to jail duty. Within a few months, he was a deputy.

"I had rookie-itis like everybody else. At first you think you are going to 
clear the streets of crime single-handedly. You soon learn," he said.

Glisson had plenty of teachers right in his family. Bobby Glisson, his 
uncle, was the founder of the police department's Youth Services 
department. After he retired, he was a bailiff at the Government Center. He 
died in 2002. It was Uncle Bobby that gave David Glisson advice that he 
used long after his mentor was gone.

"My uncle said always treat people like you want to be treated, and never 
do anything with your badge on that you wouldn't do with it off. I tried to 
live by that and to teach it to the young officers that came in," he said.

Thrived on training

By 1989, drug use in the U.S. had become a legal issue as well as a social 
problem. Muscogee County was not immune. Taking a cue from other locales, 
the Metro Narcotics Task Force was formed.

Pooling resources, it was composed of eight men representing the police 
departments of Columbus and Phenix City and the sheriff's departments of 
Muscogee, Harris and Russell counties. County and state lines would mean 
nothing to these guys. They could work both sides of the Chattahoochee River.

Then-Sgt. Russell Traino was the leader of the unit. Second in command was 
then-Sgt. Ralph Johnson, a Muscogee County sheriff's deputy. They would 
depend on grant money, special training and an attitude that they could do 
anything.

David Glisson was part of that unit.

"I had the long hair and everything," he said. "But I wouldn't wear the 
earring. I had a fake one I could take in and out."

Nothing like this had been done before in this community. Others saw them 
as prima donnas, which in many ways they were. No one knew what to make of 
this undercover squad -- including old-school officers like Uncle Bobby.

"He was like a lot of others. He didn't like it much at first, but he 
finally realized that times were changing," Glisson remembered.

For David Glisson, being part of Metro was a highlight of his career. He 
jumped right into it with Traino and the other six.

Traino is now a police major in charge of Investigative Services. Like 
Glisson, he looks back on that time with pride.

"It took us two months to get started," Traino said. "They gave us a 
dilapidated office in the Government Center. There was nothing there. We 
had to appropriate desks and equipment. We had to paint the office 
ourselves. We bonded by working together."

With their beards, long hair and blue jeans, they didn't look like other 
lawmen but they worked as hard or harder than the old line officers. Traino 
was a taskmaster. He put them in the weight room and on the running track.

Though baseball never saw his gifts as an athlete, Glisson thrived on the 
training. He became an obsessive worker in the gym and found he even liked 
running.

This work was required, for Metro wasn't going to arrest the person buying 
a joint. They fished at the deep end of the pond, looking for dealers and 
suppliers. They worked in a world that didn't keep banker's hours.

"We were going after people that no one else had ever gone after," Glisson 
said.

And it took a special kind of officer.

"It took somebody who wanted to be there, someone willing to spend personal 
time away from their families. It was not a typical eight-hour day. Not 
only that, you had to be ready to roll in 30 minutes," Traino said.

Glisson was that kind of cop, Traino said.

"He was a team player. If you had to come in at 2 o'clock in the morning, 
he came. He was a gung-ho kind of guy, very dedicated."

Glisson also had an unusual trait that endeared him to the man in charge.

"When we were out on the streets, he was very protective of me and 
protective of our unit," Traino said.

Glisson insisted on being out front. "Every time an entry was made, he 
wanted to be first."

Stress was as much a part of that assignment as the guns they carried. It 
was not only the stress that came during a raid or when a suspect was 
cornered. It was also the nights when the rush of adrenaline came and the 
phone didn't ring.

So, like others, Glisson rotated out of Metro after a couple of years. He 
served warrants. He rode patrol. He did some time working in the courts. 
But when the department organized its Special Response Team, Glisson raised 
his hand. He became the weapons expert, the person others looked to for 
pointers.

He also became a teacher, providing marksmanship training for a number of 
city officials -- including District Attorney Gray Conger. Weapons were 
part of his job but not his life. At home, with four children in and out of 
the house, Glisson never kept a gun. Nor did he own one other than the one 
he was issued by the county.

"That was the first weapon I ever owned," he said. "My father never owned 
one, either. My son, he was a typical boy, he was real curious. I sat him 
down and said, 'Now, son, this isn't a toy. This is the real thing. When it 
goes up that barrel, you can't take it back.' "

Like soldiers' wives, police wives are a special breed. When their husbands 
go to work, they know the reality that he might not come home.

Becky understood his work better than most spouses. She worked for lawyers 
Bobby Peters and John Allen -- the first biracial law firm in the city. 
Both Peters and Allen moved on to other callings. Peters was a two-term 
mayor of Columbus and recently was elected to the Superior Court. Allen 
became first a state court judge and then a judge of Superior Court.

"At least we spoke the same language," Becky said, "but we couldn't talk 
about things much at home."

"She was working for the enemy," her husband laughed, confessing that he 
even had to arrest some of Peters' and Allen's clients.

Worked back from heart attack

As a member of the SRT, Glisson took care of himself. He played softball. 
He coached his son in Little League. He was obsessive about pumping iron, 
working out in the gym three times a week. Five days a week, he was running.

Then came the heart attack.For Glisson, the waiting continues, and so do 
questions about his health. He's no longer that lawman bursting through 
doorways or the gung-ho cop protecting his unit.

"He has to sit on the sidelines and be talked about as if he is an object 
rather than a human being," Hagler said.

A human being who just wanted to be a cop.
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