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the FBI, and he was shocked to learn how little police departments seemed to know
                     about what they did. “Many of us in the department,” the chief would later admit, “had
                     the feeling we were training, equipping, and deploying men to do a job neither we, nor
                     anyone else, knew much about.” He told Kelling to go ahead.
                        Kelling  ran  the  experiment  for  a  year,  meticulously  collecting  every  statistic  he
                     could on crime in the three areas of the study. The result? Nothing. Burglaries were the
                     same in all three neighborhoods. So were auto thefts, robberies, and vandalism. The
                     citizens in the areas with beefed-up patrols didn’t feel any safer than the people in the
                     areas with no patrols. They didn’t even seem to notice what had happened. “The results
                     were all in one direction and that was, it doesn’t make any difference,” Kelling said. “It
                     didn’t  matter  to  citizen  satisfaction,  it  didn’t  matter  to  crime  statistics,  it  just  didn’t
                     seem to matter.”

                        Every police chief in the country read the results. Initially, there was disbelief. Some
                     urban police departments were still committed Wilsonites. Kelling remembers the Los
                     Angeles  Police  Chief  standing  up  at  one  national  law-enforcement  conference  and
                     saying, “If those findings are true, every officer in Kansas City was asleep at the switch
                     because I can assure you that’s not how it is in Los Angeles.”
                        But slowly resistance gave way to resignation. The study came out as violent crime
                     was beginning its long, hard, two-decade surge across the United States, and it fed into
                     the growing feeling among people in law enforcement that the task before them was
                     overwhelming. They had thought they could prevent crime with police patrols, but now
                     the Kansas City PD had tested that assumption empirically, and patrols turned out to be
                     a charade. And if patrols didn’t work, what did? Lee Brown, chief of the New York
                     City Police Department, gave a famous interview in the middle of the crack epidemic
                     in which he all but threw up his hands. “This country’s social problems are well beyond
                     the ability of the police to deal with on their own,” Brown said. He had read George
                     Kelling’s Kansas City report. It was hopeless. No matter how many police officers a
                     city  had,  Brown  said,  “You  could  never  have  enough  to  use  traditional  policing
                     techniques to deter crime.…If you don’t have a police officer to cover every part of the
                     city all the time, the chance of an officer on patrol coming across a crime in progress is
                     very small.”
                        In 1990, President George H. W. Bush came to Kansas City. He spent the morning
                     in one of the city’s poorest and most violent neighborhoods, then gave a speech to a
                     group of local police officers. He tried to be upbeat. He failed. The homicide rate that
                     year in Kansas City was three times the national average. It would go up again in 1991
                     and again in 1992, then once more in 1993. There wasn’t much to say. Halfway through
                     his remarks, Bush was reduced to simply listing the terrible things happening on the
                     city’s streets:

                        A four-year-old boy shot dead in a suspected crack house; an eleven-year-old kid
                        gunned down outside another drug den, allegedly at the hands of a fourteen-year-old
                        guard;  in  a  downtown  bar,  a  mother  sells  her  baby  for  crack;  and  a  firebombing
                        leaves  three  generations  dead,  including  a  grandmother  and  three  little  kids—the
                        headlines are horrifying, sickening, outrageous.
                        But in the early 1990s, twenty years after the first Kansas City experiment, Kansas
                     City  decided  to  try  again.  They  hired  another  brilliant  young  criminologist  named
                     Lawrence Sherman. As they had with George Kelling, they gave him free rein. It was
                     time for Kansas City Experiment Number Two. Why not? Nothing else was working.
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