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Officer Henry Paul Mailoux

Fort Worth Police Department, Texas

End of Watch Saturday, November 29, 1975

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Reflections for Officer Henry Paul Mailoux

I am his great nephew, I been around for 29 years. I heard of him multiple times by my nana his sister. It hurts me to know that I could of had more cousins that would have actually spent time with me like his family had. His family loved me very much. They made me who I am today. Nana was always there for me when I needed her. When I lost her I watched my family fall apart. It's funny I use to hate cops til Nana told me his story. Often I wished to know him. He use to visit my baby sister and talk to her and she use to tell me about it. I met my grandmother his mom and loved her she was great and I know she raised him well. My Nana is a sweetheart she never was racist. She taught me despite being treated like shit by all races, because I'm half Mexican, that you don't have to let racism win. Racism is just fear. I don't judge anyone by the color of their skin because of her. I judge people by their actions. I want this world to be a better place. It's not about your skin color or clothing preference it's the way you treat others. I wish people would treat others the way they wanted to be treated. It's in every religion. Sorry I read both sides before I decided to write this. I know what happened cause I've dealt with racism my whole life. It's ugly very ugly. When people say you're racist they usually are the racist ones.

Joshua Hendo
Nephew

July 23, 2019

I married into the Mailloux family but not until after this happened and his mother and sister would tell me stories about him. Like the one where he had to try pulling a big butcher knife out of someone's head but it couldn't be done. Some stories I can't repeat but he regularly helped people regardless of who they were.
His mother was never the same. She withdrew from people as much as possible. She has passed now from a long battle with breast cancer. As a very small child, my daughter would say a policeman would come play with her. She had never seen his picture before then.
I have been curious to find out all the details from both sides really. Without judgement. Most of the family has passed and soon there will only be nieces and nephews. I would like to be able to pass this on. If you would like to share then please message me at [email protected] and put his name in the subject box.

Karen D.
Family

March 25, 2019

Even tho it was 42yrs ago as a child at 9yrs old how can one ever forget that dreadful morning when it happens in front of your house and your mind never lets it rest. Something that me and my brothers will never forget as kids and will take to our grave. My you continue to rest in peace and may the Lord Always Bless you. One day my mom and brothers and me will sit down and write a book about that day. How the world is now a days, who would ever believe a child on a tragic morning as that one was. Books name,,The Horrors of Collage street thru a Childs Eye.

Cliff
Collage st. Once A Child

November 29, 2017

gone but never forgotten

detective J. W. (Jim) Wright
FWPD Patrol Partner

July 7, 2017

Your heroism and service is honored today, the 36th 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 murdered in the line of duty on April 24, 2005 while serving as a Pittsburg, CA police officer.

Rest In Peace

Phyllis Loya
mother of fallen officer Larry Lasater, PPD, eow 4/24/05

November 29, 2011

"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
Copyright © 1999 - All Rights Reserved
and may not be duplicated without permission

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

February 6, 2008

rest in peace hero

vandenberghe
nh

November 29, 2007

This is too niece of Henry Porter

Yes there was 3 other people that was in the car when i was siting on the porch when i seen this happen on almost on the corner of collage and rosedale . I got up too go to school that morning @De Zavala Elementary School I was 9 years old when this took place but did no it was not a school day untill years later. I wrote a very long letter about what happened that day in details but somehow its gone from this site ! if you wish too know what happened by details leave a message here and i will be glad too rewrite the whole story again . I will be checking back

clayton
friend

May 22, 2007

I am deeply sorry for the loss of this fine police officer and for his family. I am a distant relative of the man convicted of killing Officer Milloux. There is a song by Bob Dylan called the Brownsville Girl and Henry Porter is in his song. We would like to ask CLAYTON (the gentleman who saw this shooting) if there were any other people in the car with Henry Porter when this incedent occured.


niece of Henry Porter

October 7, 2006

Henry your story is still told today. You will be remembered

Officer Thomas Wiederhold #1890
Fort Worth Police,Tx

January 25, 2006

Paul, you were a great cop. It was a honor to have dispatched the channel you worked on. Last time I saw you was the night you and your wife had dinner with Whitmire and Carla. I will remember you for all your good work. May God take care of you

David Priddy
Grapevine P D

April 21, 2005

Rest in peace brother. Your name will always be remembered.

Cpl. Mike Sheehan
East Point Police Dept., GA

September 10, 2004

May the lord always be with you and your family .i seen every thing that happened and no one would ever talk to me about me seeing you GET shot. i was to them a KID? i wish the heavens to be with you . god bless . clayton .

clayton
truck driver

June 25, 2004

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