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Sergeant James Kidd

Clarke County Sheriff's Department, Alabama

End of Watch Saturday, May 27, 1989

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Reflections for Sergeant James Kidd

I miss James. He was a good friend and co-worker.

Stephen Hamm

December 25, 2018

Daddy, its been almost 27 years since you've been gone and it still hurts like it was yesterday. I miss you SO MUCH. There is so much I want to tell you, so much I need to share with you. You were the best father a girl could ever have. I love you so much and one sweet day I'll see you again. I LOVE YOU, DADDY.

Christal J Chapman

March 29, 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

May 27, 2015

Rest in peace James Kidd. I can remember you just like yesterday coming into my grandmothers restaurant,Deavers, and you and all the locals sharing stories. You were a great and most honest man. One of the most things I remember about you, was your laugh. It didn't matter if you were black or white, you treated everyone the same. The funniest time we shared was when I raced seven vehicles from Coffeeville to Grove Hill and met a Grove Hill policeman. I was scared to death that my mom was to find out what I did. When I pulled into the ole Dollar Store parking and heard my name and turned to see you, I was thinking, oh God, boy am I into trouble. You only laughed and had a great big smile from ear to ear. You told me that our secret was our secret that the GH police would never know and you know what, I knew you believe in a man's word, and so did I from that night on..... God bless you Seg. James Kidd, we really lose a great man.....

Terre Harrell

August 21, 2011

James, I am proud to call you "Friend". You were a fair and honest man. You treated everyone the same. We lost one of the very best when we lost you. I knew your mother and all your family. At one time or another, most of your family worked with my family at Deaver's Restaurant. You and I grew up knowing each other. When I think of you I think of that great big ole smile that you had for EVERYONE. You had a way of making us think you were ALWAYS glad to see us. You don't see that trait in many people today. Your death was an unexpected tragedy that came much too soon. Your many many friends mourned your death and we still miss you today. R.I.P. Sgt. Kidd. Job well done.

Faye Deavers Jordan

August 21, 2011

rest in peace dear friend i really miss you

janet allison

August 20, 2011

James, I wish that I had known that you were here. God, I don't know where to start. You and I go so far back. Remember when you and I were the only two blacks in law enforcement and the long talks that we had? We always had each others back. The pact that we made. Priceless! I remember the last talk that we had. You came to my office and sat at my desk and said, "Rosie, I am going to move my membership." I thought that you were talking church membership. I did ask you why did you want to leave Orange Hill Baptist. You replied, "I don't know." Little did I know that that would be the last time that we would conversate. The following Saturday, I lost you. I know that you sent the flowers without the card. Carrah told me. Why didn't you want me to know? I kept them on my mantle for awhile. Finally, I had to let them go just like I had to let you go. It was hard though. I think about you all of the time. We weathered a lot of storms together. But the good times far out weigh the storms. Thank God! You left a wonderful son back here. He is just like you. Remember your head? His is just like yours. he even has that little pouch sticking out on the back. :) James, I miss you so.

Rosie Howze, retired Magistrate
Clarke County Circuit Clerk Office/co-worker & friend

August 20, 2011

Dad, I was sitting here today and begin to think of you. Although it's been 22yrs since you left us I still get so choked up and can't stop crying because I miss you so much Daddy. I miss you so much and would give anything just to have that one more day with you. I miss you so much and i want so bad for you to meet your daughter-in-law and grandson just once. I think you would love them. We have this cool website called facebook where you can get on there and post all kind of things. This one part called "I grew up in Grove Hill" and it's about ahh you know, growing up in Grove Hill. Well lately people having been talking about all the good people there and your name has been mentioned alot. People in Grove Hill really have alot of respect for you. Your name and all the great things you have done live on and I'm so proud of that and to be able to call you Dad. I love you.

Christopher Jamar Kidd

August 20, 2011

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 20th 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.

Rest In Peace.

Phyllis Loya


May 27, 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
Richland County Sheriff's Department
Columbia, South Carolina
Used with Special Permission of the Author
Copyright © 1999 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission

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

November 12, 2007

Rest in Peace, Sergeant Kidd. Your sacrifice is not forgotten.

Officer 11169

October 22, 2006

To James Kidd:
"Sergeant Man" and I miss you and often speak of you. We miss the nights when you had a call in Carlton and would stop by the house for a cup of coffee and anything sweet I had cooked. God bless you ---

Karen Gunter

August 25, 2004

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