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Chief of Police Manley Jackson

Pocahontas Police Department, Arkansas

End of Watch Sunday, November 8, 1931

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Reflections for Chief of Police Manley Jackson

Thinking of and remembering my grandfather during National Police week. I wished I could have met you. It was so hard on your wife (Rheta) and your daughters, Albertine( my mom) and Magalee( my Aunt) to have lost you when you were still a young man and your girls were so young. Just recently, both my mom and my Aunt passed. So, they are now reunited with you and their mother Rheta in heaven. Many in my family are carrying on your legacy in Law enforcement. My husband was a reserve for over 10 years, my son has been serving with a local department for the last 15 years and is currently a detective. I also have a nephew who is a Sergeant serving with a local PD for many years now. I also know of other family members in law enforcement that my mom spoke of, but I never met. Thank you for your service, your sacrifice will never be forgotten.

Cheryl Moulton
Granddaughter of Manley Jackson

May 17, 2022

Thank you for your service and rest in peace always knowing that your sacrifice will never be forgotten.

Detective Cpl/3 Steven Rizzo
Delaware State Police (Retired)

November 8, 2020

Rest in peace Chief of Police Jackson.

Rabbi Lewis S. Davis

June 6, 2020

Manley Jackson was my great uncle. His murder was never actually solved. My grandmother mourned his death until her death at 99 yrs old.

Andrew E Romack

January 20, 2018

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 81rst anniversary year 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 murdered in the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

Rest In Peace

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

April 10, 2012

Manley Jackson, many in your bloodline have become officers and would make you proud.
You have not been forgotten by many within your family.

Andrew E Romack
great nephew

August 7, 2010

Rest in Peace, Chief Jackson. Your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Officer 11169

June 8, 2009

You are remembered today and thank you Sir for your service


November 2, 2007

"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
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

August 8, 2007

My mother was only 8 yrs. old when her father(my grandpa) was killed in the line of duty. So, I never had a chance to meet my grandfather. I have never even seen a photo of him. We keep his memory alive through other family members who are also police officers- my husband, my nephew, and hopefully, soon, one of my sons who is a criminal justice major, and actively testing for various police departments in our area. Thank you for a site like this that honors our fallen heroes.

Grandaughter of Manley Jackson

May 5, 2007

Chief Jackson, you are not forgotten

December 19, 2005

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