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What ails St. Petersburg is simple.
People don't say what they mean.
Unless you're City Council member Kathleen Ford, and then people who disagree with you want you bound, gagged and carted off.
Then there's police Chief Go Davis. Over the weekend, in a guest column in the Times defending his record, he complained about finding himself having to "constantly respond to those with negative agendas."
This is Orwell-speak watered down by a bureaucrat.
What Davis means is, he thinks he's being criticized because he's a black chief in a still redneckish southern city that likes being backward, that refuses to tolerate a black man at the top of the heap.
This is -- well, I am in polite company -- horse hooey.
His critics aren't on his case because of Davis' race.
Or because of their race.
They're on his case because he won't play straight.
Not when it comes to Lt. Donnie Williams.
It took more than three months of court papers, hearings, phone calls and various other forms of verbal jousting to get the chief to sit down to a deposition in two lawsuits brought by the strangest duo since Felix and Oscar -- the Times, and the union that the paper's editorial writers love to pick on for being a pack of bigots, the PBA. The suits were brought to try to get what public records were available on the investigation of Davis' promotion of Williams while he was suspected of being a small-time coke dealer. Failing that, we wanted straight -- there's that word again, that marvelously colorblind word -- answers from the chief.