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Police Officer Dean A. Whitehead

Lansing Police Department, Michigan

End of Watch Thursday, May 9, 1985

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Reflections for Police Officer Dean A. Whitehead

Dean, I remember , as a newlywed, sneaking home on Cycle 73. More often than not, it seams you were at the table with Terri and the kids, already eating. Those were great times, partner. You were like a little brother to me and a member of our family!

Officer Dan Isaac
Lasnign Police Dept. (retired)

May 10, 2016

Time may have passed but you are not forgotten. I believe as long as someone remembers you or speaks your name, you are still with us.

Thank you for your heroism.

God Bless

Detention Officer A.Zambito
Texas

May 9, 2015

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 27th anniversary of your death. Your memory lives and you continue to inspire. Thank you for your service. My cherished son Larry Lasater was a fellow police officer who was murdered in the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

Time never diminishes respect. Your memory will always be honored and revered.

I pray for solace for all those that love and remember you for I know both the pain and pride are forever. Your family is in my heart's embrace. Rest In Peace.

Phyllis Loya
Mom of fallen California Officer Larry Lasater, Pittsburg PD, eow 4/24/05

May 9, 2012

Dean,
I'm sorry I never got to meet you, but I've heard many good things about you from my dad, who worked with you and was your partner. I enjoy hearing the stories he has about you, they make me smile. My parents even gave me my middle name after you; Deann and Connie is my god-mother. I'll meet you someday Dean.

Susie Geller
Daughter of your former LPD Partner

November 24, 2009

Dean,
I'm sorry I never got to meet you, but I've heard many good things about you from my dad, who worked with you and was your partner. I enjoy hearing the stories he has about you, they make me smile. My parents even gave me my middle name after you; Deann and Connie is my god-mother. I'll meet you someday Dean.

Susie Geller
Daughter of your former LPD Partner

November 24, 2009

I graduated from high school a year before your death. Shortly after graduating I began the study of Aviation and made many a cross country flight to Lansing, MI. As a pilot for my agency, I am honored to leave a reflection in your memory. Rest In Peace.

SA DE-14604
FBI Detroit

March 22, 2009

"The Badge"
He starts his shift each day
To respond to calls unknown.
He drives a marked patrol car.
A police officer he is known.
He's paid by the citizens' taxes
To make it safe on the streets.
But he usually has a second job
'Cause a waitress has his salary beat.
Now he doesn't know a holiday
'Cause he works all year round.
And when Thanksgiving and Christmas finally arrive
At his home he cannot be found.
He's cursed and assaulted often,
The one whos blood runs blue.
He seldom ever gets a thanks,
To some he's just a fool.
His friends are always other cops
'Cause people just don't understand
That underneath his badge and gun,
He's just another man.
He knows there might not be a tomorrow
In this world of drugs and crime.
And he gets so mad at the court system
'Cause the crooks don't get any time.
And each day when he leaves for work,
He prays to God above.
Please bring me home after my shift
So I can see the ones I love.
But tonight he stops a speeding car,
He's alone down this ole' highway.
It's just a little traffic infraction.
He does it everyday.
Well, he walks up to the driver's window,
And his badge is shining bright.
He asked the guy for a driver's license,
When a shot rang through the night.
Yes, the bullet hit its mark,
Striking the officer in the chest.
But the Department's budget didn't buy
Each officer a bullet-proof vest.
So he lay on the ground bleeding.
His blood wasn't blue - His blood was red.
And briefly he thought of his loved ones
'Cause in a moment the officer was dead.
In the news they told the story
Of how this officer had died.
And some who listened cared less,
But those who loved him cried.
Well, they buried him in uniform
With his badge pinned on his chest.
He even had his revolver,
He died doing his best.
Written By:
David L. Bell
Sergeant
Richland County Sheriff's Department
Columbia, South Carolina
Used with Special Permission of the Author
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and may not be duplicated without permission

Investigator David L Bell
Richland County Sheriff's Dept., Columbia, SC

November 15, 2007

I was born the same year that you passed. I am now old enough to complete my training to be an officer and join the force. I will carry on the legacy you left for us all. Rest In Peace Brother.

Timothy Woodward
Schoolcraft College Law Enforcement

March 5, 2005

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