posted on Jun, 23 2011 @ 09:51 AM
Where to start? The beginning is usually the best option, but where did this begin? Perhaps some background will get this going.
I have been in Law Enforcement since 1986, leaving the Marines in December of 1985. During my tenure I have served in almost every capacity you may
imagine, excluding K9, and I even considered that, but at the time I had other goals. I have attended police academies in 3 states and schools in
several dozen disciplines. I have been a street cop, traffic cop, SWAT team member and SWAT team leader; an investigator and every rank from patrolman
Now. When did things start to change? I'm not sure. Yes yes I know that is not what everyone wants to hear, but the truth of the matter is that the
change I am addressing and will discuss in detail, was gradual. Extremely gradual in fact.
When I first started in law enforcement, people as a rule respected us. Remember I said as a rule; there has always been that group of people that
wish to further their own selfish goals and historically law enforcement has hindered that pursuit. We are not here to discuss that ever present
minority. Rather the current trend of the overall population to have diminished respect for, or a complete loss of respect for the civil servant that
is the serving law enforcement officer. Perhaps it would be more accurate if I prefaced this by saying I am not completely convinced that this is not
more an ATS phenomenon then one indicative of society as a whole. Yet in my day to day contact with with people, even I have noticed a change, a
change that is not for the better.
I remember when I first decided to pursue a career in law enforcement; it was almost as a last resort. I was not what you might call a prime
candidate; at least I never thought so. I was something of a renegade, a “wild child” if you will and the people I grew up with in West Virginia
will certainly attest to that. As a young man growing up in rural West Virginia I had several “scrapes” with the local police, ran from them on
several occasions and was even escorted back to my Granny on one very embarrassing and eventually painful day. Then after college came the Marine
Corps where I thought fighting was mandatory and found myself in the hot seat several times. Yet I made it out and got my Honorable Discharge. There I
stood, outside the base, a free man and thought; now what? I can shoot and fight, I wonder if the Mafia is hiring. I came home and got a call from the
friend of a friend and next thing you know I was being handed a badge and a gun and told to go to work.
The point to all this wondering is that back “in the day” having served in the armed forces, specifically the Marines, was almost a free ticket
into police work. The thought process was the man or woman would have good discipline, would be able to take orders and could handle themselves in a
fight. They were not far off in point of fact; because back then we fought. A lot. There were no Tasers, no fancy OC Spray, no ASP Batons, just a pr24
(if you were lucky, a night stick for most), a portable that looked like a loaf of bread, your hands and your wits. Most times there was little if any
backup available, so the portables, while useless anyway, were never really relied upon. You needed to be able to handle yourself, or you did not last
long. Many left early on as it was not the lifestyle they envisioned. We fought and we won. However unlike today, the people we fought never pulled a
gun, or rarely I should say as I had some interesting encounters, they did not knife you, they were just old drunks that would fight you, you would
kick their butts and put them in the holding cell for the night, take them to the Magistrate the next day where their wives would pay the small fine,
they shook our hands and went home until next weekend. We fought. Matter of fact that is/was how respect was earned back then. As funny as it may
sound, they respected us and in a strange way, we respected them as well.
We fought, earned respect, gained a reputation and did our jobs.
Judge me if you will, but that was the system back then. Now?
Now we have college boys and girls that stand 50 feet away from granny and taze her if she does not comply. Instead of just walking up and slapping
the cuffs on her, they gas her. Now how is anyone supposed to respect that?
Why taze granny? Why gas granny? YOU...... That's right I said it, YOU.
The gradual change I have referenced is of course the sue happy people of this once great nation. The police can't physically assert their authority,
can never build a reputation because the moment they lay hands on any one of you, you will sue them; and the liberal courts, or liberal jurisdictions
will award them money and at the very least they lose their jobs or even worse, their homes and other possessions.
Yet they are still required by YOU to enforce the laws of their particular jurisdiction or again lose their jobs. What a funny little society we have
that requires miracles from our police.
I have investigated incidents where a shooting occurred when the officer on the scene may have hesitated in the face of an obvious shooting situation.
Luckily they survived and when I talked to them and asked why they did not draw and fire, their answer was: “Man I have a family”. They could have
died due to the fear of a lawsuit...
More to follow.