Police corruption must be a close second to prostitution as the World's oldest profession and in spite of numerous attempts to curb it, it still shines like a (blue) beacon. It's also nowhere near as reputable or honest and deals in the pawning of social morality without the consent of the owner (society itself).
Whatever your views are on morality, at least when you're interacting on a street corner, you know what you're going to get, you agree a price and there's an 'honest deal'...
Reading this book, you are tempted to reach the conclusion that there is a similar attitude to both police corruption and prostitution in the eyes of the 'powers that be'. It's always been there, it always will be, but the authorities will go through the motions every so often to show that they 'mean business'. End result? Both continue to thrive. But aren't there shades of Thomas A Becket here, akin to the investigation of his death by the knights of King Henry?
James Morton collects a multitude of examples, quotations and interview excerpts from officers serving and retired that demonstrates that Countryman, and all that preceded and followed it, was a showpiece, nothing more.
Whether it's bent for self, for a noble cause, actively dishonest or conveniently malfeasant, the cancerous heart of corrupt policing still pumps its lifeblood through the body of the Metropolis and out to the limbs of the provinces.
The composition of the work, that brings together the thoughts and attitudes of elements across the broad structure of the Police Service paints a familiarly depressing picture. Corrupt practice is (in sections of the Service) an inherent professional gene, ingrained in the character of the miscreants who escaped the punishment of the 'purges' of the Seventies. They in turn are the senior officers of the Nineties and the New Millenium, fostering the culture of ignorance and the wall of silence.
A worthwhile exposé of the failings of the guardians of our society that leaves us with a wary eye to the future and an inevitable question: the crimes of the police, ignored by a trusting public, have always been and continue to be investigated by the police themselves. In spite of numerous campaigns to address this, what hope can we ever have that James Morton's encylcopaedia of errant activity will one day be consigned to the history books?
Read this book and learn about your world. It may not have touched you yet, but if it does, it's better to be forewarned (and forearmed).