A letter of comfort to the family of George Johnson

I am happy to call Capt. George Johnson my longtime friend. I am saddened that I could not attend his home-going on May 13, but I am thankful the town, the police department and The News-Times gave my friend a proper sendoff.

In 1952, I moved from Valdosta, Ga., with my family to a strange place called Danbury. One has to make new friends and develop name recognition in a new place. I found my place in town as a member of the Hat City Giants baseball team where I met George. He assisted my brother Thomas and me in adjusting to our new surroundings. George was not the lead dog on the team, but his leadership qualities were evident even in those days and it evolved later when he became involved in law enforcement.

George had a quiet demeanor but you always felt his presence. He played second base on the team and helped us go undefeated one year, 27-0. The team and the success that year helped to galvanize the black community. We put fans in the stands; scouts were always present at the games, we created the environment for tailgating and family gatherings wherever the team traveled.

George chose law enforcement as a career; you’ve heard the expression “Good Cop Bad Cop,” well Captain Johnson was a good cop. He fully understood what it meant to protect and serve. I can still see his image as he and former Chief Nelson Macedo put boots on the ground protecting our neighborhoods.

Danbury is a better place because of George. Capt. Johnson, I truly thank you for your service and contributions. God bless you. William Knight Danbury