Saturday 10 August 2013

Five-O

got pulled over by five-O today whilst cycling to the gym. they were in a car and even gave a blast of their siren to tell me to stop. there had been a few people walking across a zebra crossing and as the last person crossing had walked halfway across i just rode behind them and across the crossing and down the road. i was not going ridiculously fast, i did not even get close to hitting anyone, and i passed behind them. the policeman who pulled me over said i should have waited for them to completely cross the road before i cycled across. yeah!, bollocks!. i just nodded my head and said yes, ok and carried on. 

due to a random twist of fate i find myself not being black and so i tend not to get stopped by the police or have much interaction with them, but from the few times i have had to deal with them or seen them in action, they have been useless and on one occasion, possibly criminal. they refused to come round one time an old guy had been stopped for money around the corner from my house. he had gone to the nearest house, ours, and was shaken up and wanted me to call the police for him. i did and they refused to come out. 20 minute phone call later, the both of us managed to persuade them to come and see this old man and also to check the area for the guys that had tried to get money off him. 

a few years ago i was walking home from a night out with some work friends and was walking to the tube station along a dark street. in front of me was a police van and 3 or 4 officers. they had hold of a guy, who appeared drunk and was handcuffed. as they led him to the back of the van which had its doors open they clearly and deliberately pushed him hard, so that his knees hit the rear bumper of the van, and because his hands were behind his back, he fell face first into the van. i heard his face slam into the floor of the van. i dont know what happened before, but he was not resisting and being aggressive as they led him to the van and they deliberately took a run up and pushed him face first. i remember being shocked at what they did, and clearly remember thinking to myself, who would i report that to, if the guy was hurt. i cant call the police on the police. maybe i should have done or said something but i just walked passed them and got my train. its their word against mine and we know how that goes. just ask jean charles de menezes

one of the guys i work with is a volunteer police officer on weekends. he has a wife and 3 kids and spends his whole week working at the firm and then in his free time he is a copper. jeez, you must not really like your wife and kids if you want to spend your weekends away from your family when you dont have to. he also talks about who he 'nicked' and what is legal and what is not. stupid shit that i really do not give a fuck about but i think, he thinks it makes him look impressive or cool, but it does not. he is a nice guy but he can occasionally fall into that slightly patronising tone that policemen can sometime have. 

being in the force  must be similar to working in an investment bank. dont think, just follow these rules and make sure everyone else does. dont ever question the rules and even if you think one of the rules is stupid, remember that it was created by someone probably cleverer and better paid than you and they know best. 


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