posted on May, 12 2008 @ 07:30 PM
unfort, I dont have any good cop stories, although I wish I did. I was always taught that calling the police brings more trouble, and it costs
My encounters with police:
My closest to a "good cop" story: I have to give a break to lots of cops out there, because I started off with them on the wrong foot. Out of
boredom one day, I came home and declared that some lady tried to pick me up in a "rusty car with bad words spray painted all over it." (The only
image I could muster up to reflect what my impressions were of a would-be-kidnapper at age 5). The police came and I went riding around with a
detective for about 2 hours, pointed some people out, watched the cop go ask them questions and etc. - and then I just kept giving more and more
detailed descriptions of the car. I'm pretty sure he either knew I was lying, or that I was just really confused, but to this day - I think him and
I are the only ones that know it was all fabricated. So that's the closest I have to a "good cop" story, in that I really wasted lots of his time,
and I didn't get in trouble, or get anyone else in trouble. Now on to the real stories.
On a SATURDAY afternoon, me and a friend make a fake ransom letter out of a sears catalog to make fun of this kid in the neighborhood with an
abnormally large cranium (Kids are cruel, I've gotten over it). We basically make a letter that says "Melon Head" and then has a black&decker
screwdriver to his head, saying "Screw so-and-so."
That week, during school, we are called to the office and threatened by a deputy with all sorts of charges and school-related punishments because of
this event that took place over a weekend, that had nothing to do with school. Even at this age, I INSTANTLY recognized it as the deputy obviously
overreaching her boundaries to flex power. It was all downhill from here. perhaps a poor example, but I promise the next will provide the best
insight into my personal experiences:
I am in a middle-class neighborhood at about 5pm. We are skateboarding in the park, and in front of my friends' house (which is right next to the
park). A police officer drives by, and my friend (14 at the time) yells at him (something like "piggy/bacon/oink/etc") and gives him the finger.
10 minutes later, cop returns with backup - and gets out of the car to start egging my friend on, in a manner that I have only recently linked to the
same type of behavior as the Scientologists in the many vidoes posted online. Basically saying things like "what are your crimes? Are you still
beating your mother?" etc. Started to really drill on my friend about how he beats his mom up, and he's a horrible child (of course, none of this
Mind you, this is a grown man instigating an altercation with a 14 year old. Well, my friend spits at him, and takes off running, only to be caught
about 50 yards away, in the community park - out in the open.. the cop proceeds to unholster his weapon and put the gun to my friends head, who is
know under the knees of this police officer.
So quick recap: 14 yr old flicks off cop, cop returns - verbally harasses 14 year old, and then tackles and puts a (loaded?) gun to his head. 14
more stories in this timeframe than I care to revisit, but I would like to mention that every single confrontation I had with police during the rest
of highschool years always ended in their lies, manipulation and etc. For example, threatening my friends and I with all types of charges, detaining
all of us in a public park and taking our pictures, writing down name brands of clothing we were wearing, trying to start physical altercations,
Cops would see my friends, and go out of their way to stop and tell them they were on the wrong side of town, and to "go back where you belong with
the rest of the scum," etc. Please keep in mind this is still all before I was even a legal adult.
My final experience with a police officer was actually pretty good, although I was extremely compliant. I had gotten arrested for petty theft, and
when caught I gave bogus info to the store security guards for about 2 hours before the police came. When the cop came, he asked "who is Burt
Ergerking?" I let him know that was a fake name, and when the security guard exploded because he just wasted 2 hours and had to stay late, the cop
had a great chuckle, and told me in the car it was the funniest thing he has seen in a while.
So ya, while none of my experiences are extreme, or even meaningful - they all have shaped the way I see authority today, in all venues - not just law
enforcement. In fact, I am friends with more than a few officers now... although I know them as friends, not as cops.
I totally respect and acknowledge that police are here to protect people and solve problems.. I just wish that my own experiences weren't completely
tainted with manipulation, lies and pugilism... although having been through the military myself, and just living in the world, I realize that is how
p.s. this is probably the longest post I've ever written that didnt get lost somehow by hitting "back" by accident. Im going to celebrate.
[edit on 12-5-2008 by scientist]