Chapter 1: Nee Naw, Nee Naw, Nee Naw, Nee Naw…
A conversation with a male friend who I had not seen for 4.5 weeks, and who, in that time, had managed to grow himself a sizeable beard.
Hmm, I go away and I return to this mass of black texture on the chin…
He stroked the hair on the bottom of his face, amused at my bemusement.
Oh, this?
You used to be so clean-cut and now you look like (what they we have been propagandized to imagine) an “Islamic terrorist” looks like.
I just stopped shaving, that’s all. Couldn’t be bothered.
But it’s really warm right now, kind of a funny time to decide to be more hirsute, I thought. But sometimes I also can’t be bothered, so I said:
Fair enough.
As he made us his extra fine omelettes, we conversed.
I realized something the other night, right after they went full throttle on Defund the Police a few years ago.
Yeah?
I was in my car with Selina, I can’t remember where we were going. Anyway, there was a police car that happened to be driving behind us. At one point I turned left and the cop car turned left too. I was driving fast as usual, but still on the edge of the speed limit. Selina told me to slow down.
“Why?” I asked her.
“We have the police behind us.”
“And…? Are you scared?”
“Yes, of course.”
“So you think they’re all bad guys? Why do you believe that? I don’t believe that.”
She didn’t know if I was playing dumb or actually oblivious.
Yeah, but she was worried not so much for her but for you. You seriously look like a person who could have flown a 'plane into two buildings and make three of 'em fall.
Ha. Anyway, it occurred to me then: ever since the DTP advertising campaign there exist two distinct perspectives about cops. You either love 'em or you hate 'em. Either you think they’re out to get you or you believe they’re there for your protection. Protection. That’s what they swore to do… protect us. Yeah… so, there are two different timelines now.
There are more than two, I think.
To be continued, perhaps…
Good post and such a deep subject (but which one isn't these day).
The one misconception I think many have held for decades, revolves around the "protect" portion of that credo.
With VERY few exceptions - our tax dollars are not buying protection - so the credo on the side of those black & whites should be "Respond & Serve".
"Protect" is what flack jackets, air bags, safety glasses, steel toe boots or in place armed resource officers do.
"Respond" is what EMTs, ER docs, and yes a police officers driving to the scene of a crime do.
If they were protecting you, they would stand between you and the assault/crime/criminal. Actually a hired security guard/detail, would fill that function much more effectively.
Our perception is flawed - in that we don't realize and admit, they are a reactionary force.
I'd rather them be out rounding up criminals, drug dealers, etc, so those bad actors don't darken my door or jack my car, in the first place.
Of course the leftists, would point to profiling and false arrests - which to be fair, there is some merit to - in some cases.
The larger flaw in the system is that we the masses - have been told and even legislated out of being the "protect", in our daily lives. If you think about it, we are the logical ones to fill that role - we are the first responders to crimes perpetrated on ourselves.
The police are not there to protect you, they are there to administrate and record details, after the fact - in almost all cases.
I've had three female friends who were raped or sexually assaulted by active duty police.
In SF, the police run the street drug trade (the Honduran gangs in the TL), the fencing rings (the car breakins), and both the child and adult prostitution/trafficking. They also run a protection racket on small businesses which is why you see the stories about the same businesses being burglarized over and over again.
And yet if they were to disappear tomorrow, we would just be at the mercy of some other set of subhuman warlord filth - that's all the government is afterall. It would be nice if we could evolve into a species that doesn't need police, but I won't hold my breath.