Patrolman Richard Harold McEvoy

Patrolman Richard Harold McEvoy

Spencer Police Department, Massachusetts

End of Watch Wednesday, March 24, 1982

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Richard Harold McEvoy

Patrolman Richard McEvoy succumbed to a gunshot wound sustained on September 14th, 1971, while he and the police chief investigated a suspicious man standing outside of a gas station at 232 East Main Street, in East Brookfield. The chief was also shot and wounded during the incident.

The man was an escapee from a state mental hospital. After shooting the chief and Patrolman McElvoy, the subject took a woman hostage. He was sentenced to 36 to 40 years in prison but was released after serving only 10 years.

The shooting left Patrolman McEvoy paralyzed and confined to a wheelchair. His condition continued to worsen and he eventually succumbed to his wounds.

Patrolman McEvoy was a U.S. Air Force veteran of the Vietnam War and had served with the Spencer Police Department for four years at the time of the shooting. He was survived by his wife.


  • Age 37
  • Tour 4 years
  • Badge Not available
  • Military Veteran

Incident Details

  • Cause Gunfire
  • Incident Date Tuesday, September 14, 1971
  • Weapon Gun; Unknown type
  • Offender Released in 1991

EDP, escapee, suspicious person

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Richard McEvoy was my Uncle. He was the youngest son of Charles and Rose McEvoy of Spencer. My mother Joanne was the oldest sibling followed by Charles better known as Pete, followed by Marcia, and then Dick. Not only was he adored by his parents and siblings but his 12 nephews and nieces as well. At holiday time, Dick and his beautiful wife, Mary hosted the celebrations in their home on Ash Street. This home was designed and built for his wheelchair movements by craftsmen, tradesmen, and friends. Dick loved to sing around the piano with his extended family accompanied by my mom, Joanne on the keyboards. Dick’s life in a wheelchair was not easy but the love and support he received through those 11 critical years kept him alive longer than we all expected. I named my son, Andrew Richard in honor of my Uncle. Though they never met, my son possesses the kindness, loyalty, thoughtfulness, and goodness that made Dick the special man that he was. And along with his family and friends, the citizens of this small town of Spencer treasured their hometown boy until his death. Thank you my dear Uncle for all that you stood for and for all that that you gave during your 37 years of life on this earth. You will forever live on in our thoughts, words, hearts, and souls.

Charlene Hippert

March 27, 2021

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