The Ferguson, Missouri incident surrounding the death of Michael Brown has sparked a lot of talk about people mistrusting police in these times in which we live.
I heard about a lot of reported “Mistrust of Police” when heads were getting cracked with batons during the Occupy Wall Street episodes a couple of years ago . . . in case anyone remembers.
I don’t think any of this “Distrust Of Police” talk is anything new however because as long as I have lived I have heard that there is and always has been an extremely deep distrust of police among criminals and others who break the law so it has always been the case that there have been some who have held the police in a state of resentment and distrust.
How many times have I been watching a movie and heard someone portraying a crook say something like, “Gee, don’t ever make the mistake of trusting a cop!”
Mistrust of police is nothing new. Crooks have been mistrusting police for years and years.
Good guys? Law abiding citizens? I don’t think they have to worry about trusting police. I think people who keep their noses clean are probably rarely ever going to have a negative encounter with police.
Of course since the Ferguson incident happened there may be people willing to question what I just now wrote here . . . but given the circumstances and given what is known and what is unknown . . . I can understand how somebody may not be all that comfortable with what I just said.
I read something once that made sense to me: “To avoid any potential for a hassle by police, remain invisible to them . . . keep out of their line of sight . . . don’t act in strange and suspicious manners . . . I have been told that police rarely ever hassle anybody who does not attract their attention.
I guess this is good reason for someone like me . . . a crazy old Libtard . . . to avoid appearing in public places leading an elephant through the flowers at the public park near the library.
I think I would have an awfully hard time explaining to police how I came to be in possession of an elephant in the first place . . . unless I had a bill of sale or something . . . or unless I could prove some relationship . . . or unless I could convince the police I had been hired to babysit the creature . . . or something of that nature.
I think it is wise to be careful how one acts in the presence of police.
I do know it is not very wise to approach two policemen sitting in a doughnut shop and say stupid things like, “I will bet you and your sister there can’t catch me!”
I know I pissed some local police off once when somebody called them because I was being a little noisy in a neighborhood that was used to a more quiet and serene atmosphere and when the police arrived and they had been asking me what the problem was I answered a little snarkily and said something like, “There’s always police around when you don’t need any.”
I can guarantee you I won’t be saying anything like that again.
But for the most part I have found them to be pretty trustworthy and I am damned glad I had them to call on in a couple of cases when some nut case used to threaten and hassle me a lot. After the police talked to the paranoid idiot for a couple of times he finally decided it was better to leave me alone than to spend several nights in jail.
I guess everybody has their own ideas about police.
I tend to respect them and to be glad they are on the job to protect me.
God knows how many times they put their lives on the line to keep us safe.