I've talked about police before. I am not afraid of policemen, for a variety of reasons. I was thinking about this again tonight because currently, three K-9 unit cars are sitting outside my workplace. And all that occurs to me is "they're taking some off, and we're better off without them."
I've been arrested, pulled over, and had to pay a couple really massive fines, --all on different occasions in my lifetime. I was arrested and charged with felony weapon possession when I was 15, and went two years on probation, --I was pulled over last year because I accidentally ended up in the wrong lane at a red light one night when I was insanely tired, and thank god, the car that pulled in to turn was a cop's, because if it hadn't been, I might've been killed, and I had to pay fines, two years ago in Texas for disorderly conduct and delaying public transportation. I was cussing out a school bus driver. Long story.
All these things, and it has never occurred to me to hate the police.
When I was a kid, my mother had the police called on her constantly. The policeman who came to our duplex in Sugar Creek, a small town in Missouri, were always kind to me and my brothers, and I remember them bringing us a stuffed animal now and then too. When I was little, the stuffed animals that I got from the cops who came to our house were my prized possessions. The police were then, and continue to be, a protective authority in my life. I felt safe in a cop's arms when I was a kid; I felt safe with a cop holding my hand, and I felt even safer on the few occasions they took my mom off to jail, and drove us to our grandparent's house.
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