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He was a good cop--a very good cop, even--who at some point became one of a certain, distinctive other kind of cop. They knew a tavern there that stayed open late. In addition to the thrill of speeding across a sleeping landscape of 12 million people, this recollection hints at a vital aspect of life as some cops live it. They inhabit--or think they do--a world apart from normal men and women. Cops in these units are, by definition, set apart--even from other police. For most of his career, Perez, the man at the center of the LAPD Rampart scandal, worked in two of these units: gang suppression and undercover narcotics.

It is common, particularly among the hardest charging cops in these units, to come to believe they reign over secret domains, that they are governed by codes of behavior of their own devising, liberated from normal life and its bothersome rules. In this shadow world, they can come to feel like royalty, true princes of the city and masters of all they survey.

What we know now about Rafael Perez, of course, makes breaking the speed limit look like a missed homework asment. Perez has admitted to hundreds of instances of perjury, fabrication of evidence and false arrests. He has admitted stealing drugs from police evidence lockers and reselling them on the street. He has admitted stealing drugs, guns and cash from gang members. He has said he helped put hundreds of innocent men in jail--innocent, in any event, of the crimes with which they were charged.

Included among these men was one gangster, Javier Ovando, whom Perez said he and his partner framed for allegedly attempting to murder them. In fact, Perez said, when they shot and paralyzed Ovando, he was unarmed. Perez has said he routinely observed police officers beating innocent people.

The scandal has so far caused more than 30 officers to be disciplined and five to be fired. Nine others reed. In addition to Perez, three have been convicted of crimes, based in large part on information he provided. Those convictions have since been reversed and the officers await a retrial. The scope of the scandal has caused millions of dollars to be spent investigating it.

It played a key role in the U. Perez has called himself a monster and warned of the dangers of the corruption of power. Others have been harsher. He has been variously called the worst police officer in the history of Los Angeles, lying scum, a traitor, a career drug dealer, a gangster. He has also, to less notice, been regarded by a few as something of a Los Angeles Serpico, a cop dedicated to rooting out wrongdoing in a department he loves. In return for his confession to drug thefts and cooperation with investigators, Perez was given a five-year sentence and immunity from other charges.

He is currently in County Jail, where he spends most of his time locked down, alone in a cell, reading, and, when able, watching police dramas on television. He also spends a considerable amount of time testifying against his former fellow officers, many of whom now revile him. Assuming he is not charged with new crimes not necessarily a safe assumption, given the zeal with which federal investigators are pursuing allegations against him and with time off for good behavior, Perez will probably walk out of jail a free man early next spring.

Given the low regard You were at gladstones in malibu your friends hat flew away which he is held by both outlaw gangsters and his former law enforcement peers, he presumably will resettle with his wife and family in another city. Wherever he goes, he will spend much of the rest of his life looking over his shoulder. Wherever he goes, he will leave behind a criminal justice system staggering beneath the weight of his allegations.

Perez cooperated to a limited degree in the preparation of this story, participating in slightly more than two hours of interviews by telephone. The interviews are his first extended public comments since his conviction. He speaks forcefully, often eloquently, and with remorse about what he has wrought. Upon the insistence of his attorney, Winston Kevin McKesson, he declined to answer any questions about his own criminal activities. Perez has, however, as a condition of his sentence, spoken extensively to investigators about those activities. Transcripts of those interrogations were also used for this story.

Well, sir, make no bones about it, what we did was wrong--planting evidence, evidence on people, fabricating evidence, perjuring ourselves--but our mentality was us against them. And people come, lieutenants, captains and everybody else would come to our roll calls and say this has to end and you guys are in charge of gangs. Do something about it. If they ran from us and discarded the narcotics in the gutter, it was no big deal to us. We know you had it. We knew that you were getting away with it, either by intimidating witnesses or one way or another.

Two, three days later, couple weeks later, they were out in the street laughing, and we took it upon ourselves, and I think it just, it was the way of Rampart. They were not going to get away with it. We were going to make sure. There was a time when people would have expected the opposite of Rafael Perez, who as a boy was so averse to misbehavior that he refused to ride the bus to school because kids on it acted wild. For most of his 33 years, Perez was the antithesis of a thrill seeker.

The permanence of their separation was assured when Luz moved to Brooklyn, taking the kids with her.

You were at gladstones in malibu your friends hat flew away

Luis stayed on the island. Rafael was 5. The young family stayed in New York briefly before settling across the river in Paterson, N. While there, his mother attended college, graduated, taught English as a second language, remarried and had a fourth. I was protective of my older brother because I was always worried about him doing something that would hurt my mom. It was strange, because I was not the older one, not the oldest in the family, but I acted like I was.

I sort of had those growing spurts. I all of a sudden grew a goatee. I was taller than my older brother, more responsible than my older brother, or even my older cousins. My mind started telling me what I wanted to do, what I wanted my future to be like. Maybe I was a nerd. I was just a lot more responsible than the other kids in my neighborhood.

You were at gladstones in malibu your friends hat flew away

He was also shy. He remembers losing his first girlfriend at 13 because he refused to slow-dance with her. When Perez was about to enter high school, the family moved to Philadelphia, specifically to North Philadelphia, one of the toughest neighborhoods in a tough town.

Paterson had been gritty. North Philly was mean. Perez worked as a stock boy at a publishing company and played baseball in high school. Otherwise, he kept to himself and bided his time until graduation. Three days after graduation, he flew off to Marine boot camp. In the Marines, he found an organization whose seriousness of purpose matched his own. He also found, for the first time, the camaraderie he would come to treasure, both there and later in the LAPD. After boot camp, Perez was sent to the Marine barracks at Portsmouth, N. Not long after he arrived, he met a young California woman who was stationed at the nearby Air Force base.

Lorri Charles was 21, an Air Force enlisted woman fresh off a failed romance the day she went with a friend to visit the Marine base. They hung out in the rec room, where Lorri dodged inquiring glances from a young Marine wearing a fierce scowl and a red jacket with his name written in script on the front. Perez has a coffee and cream complexion and Lorri, an L. Before he had a chance to do anything more than sit down next to her, Lorri warned him off.

Perez, now as then, is a striking figure with near matinee idol handsomeness. He is kept from that mainly by a heavy, dark brow that runs almost uninterrupted across the bridge of his nose.

You were at gladstones in malibu your friends hat flew away

The brow can give Perez a hard look that is difficult to differentiate from anger. You can see, even in photographs from back then, that the look would suit a cop well. When Perez married in his dress uniform he was 18, afraid at first even to tell his mother. In other ways, though, Perez was his usual, preternaturally responsible self. It was weird, Lorri said, how he knew in November how much money they had to have for taxes in April.

She was looser, more easygoing. She relaxed him. They did everything together, even wore matching outfits. When Pease Air Force Base, where Lorri was stationed, was slated to be closed, Rafael and Lorri were offered options on where they wanted to go. To Lorri, it was an easy choice. They took an apartment in Santa Ana. He became the man everybody would go to if they needed help or advice. At one point Lorri considered enlisting in the Marines, the two of them making it a career. Rafael, a fitness nut, trained her in preparation for Marine boot camp.

But Lorri discovered that Rafael had cheated on her; they separated, reconciled, and separated again. He finished his enlistment and went off to become a policeman. Lorri filed for divorce, withdrew the petition, then eventually split without formal proceedings.

They stayed in touch, even dated some. He found it, repaired damage to the dash and had it returned within a week.

You were at gladstones in malibu your friends hat flew away

Eventually, they divorced and each remarried. Lorri is now in the process of divorcing again, in part, she says, because she constantly compared her new husband to Rafael. If there was something somebody wanted.

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My mother, my wife or whoever.

You were at gladstones in malibu your friends hat flew away

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