James Griffin fired his gun at someone only once during his 42 years as a St. Paul cop.
On a day off in September 1949, Griffin was heading back to his home at 587 Rondo Street after a movie when he learned a liquor store bandit had fatally shot a police detective and was holed up in a nearby apartment building. Tear gas had been fired into the room where the suspect was hiding under a bed.
“They had two gas masks and asked for volunteers,” Griffin told me in 1999, still unsure why he’d raised his hand 50 years earlier. “Don’t ask me why. After I started up the stairs, I said to myself I was probably the biggest damn fool in history. I was scared to death and could hardly breathe.”

Griffin and fellow officers converged on the suspect, killing him in a 12-shot barrage. Seventy-five years later, Griffin popped into my mind for a far less dramatic but more noteworthy anniversary.
On Oct. 6, 1972, Griffin became St. Paul’s first African American deputy police chief. The promotion came only after Griffin threatened to sue the city’s Civil Service office for passing him over despite finishing first on the deputy chief exam.
“I’ve had to fight for everything I got in the police,” Griffin said in a 1998 Minnesota Public Radio interview, four years before he died at 85.
The son of a Northern Pacific dining-car waiter, James Stafford Griffin was born in 1917 in the family home on Rondo, a Black neighborhood carved up in the 1960s to make way for Interstate 94. He attended Central High School, where the football stadium was named for him in 1988.
Griffin met his wife, Edna Smoot, when they attended West Virginia State College, a historically Black college, during the Great Depression. He left school early to find work, eventually receiving his degree from Metropolitan State University in St. Paul in the early 1970s.