I've had overwhelmingly good experiences with the Police. That stems from the fact that I treat them with respect for having to do an unpopular job. Amazing how well the Police tend to treat you when you aren't being a "******* idiot"!
Indeed. So lemme tell you (again) about an incident where there actually was interaction, again not by my choice.
This is twenty years later. I'm riding home on the trolley from a long long day at work, it's 11pm and I've got to be right back in there for 6am which means leaving at 4:30. Lost in thought I ride right past the stop where my house is, have to get off two blocks up and walk back. Just as I'm getting to my house turning the corner a nondescript white Oldsmobile comes screaming up the avenue and two guys jump out and point guns at me and order me up against the wall. Not in any kind of uniform, not identifying themselves as cops, but they have guns. And they have handcuffs, which they slap on behind my back. They pull me into the car and drive back down the avenue where I just rode up from.
No explanation, nothing.
At this point I ask for clarification. "uh, can I ask what this is about?"
"
WE'RE TRYING TO SOLVE A FUCKIN' HOMICIDE IS THAT ALRIGHT WITH YOU!?!" screams the guy in the passenger seat.
OK, won't pursue that line of questioning. I look around for clues. They have a police radio on the console. They had handcuffs and pistols. They won't say who the **** they are.
We drive down the avenue to some bar where supposedly somebody had just got shot. One guy gets out to fetch an eyewitness to the shooting, brings him back to the car. "Oh no, nothing like that" the witness says. "He was much shorter, fatter, had a Southern accent".
In other words NOTHING about me matched the description. I was simply the first moving body they saw.
First plain cop gets back in, we drive back up the road and stopped in a random place where there was nobody around to see them remove my handcuffs and release me.
Never once did they say who they were. Never once did they apologize. Never did they explain anything.
Then I had to get my four hours sleep to go back to work again, which I did. That morning trolley couldn't come fast enough.
So you see son, it doesn't matter if you don't bring shit to them. THEY will bring it to YOU.
They think they're Lord God Supreme Occupying Military Force, and we're just scum.
Oh and if I had been following the wacko advice of the wacko gun fetishists on this site and been packing for "self-protection", obviously when accosted by two unidentified gun-toters in the middle of the night there would have been a shootout. And guess how they would have written the police report.
Y'all who live in this fantasy world of Adam-12 are amusing in your profound naiveté. The world does not work that way.