posted on Jun, 7 2020 @ 04:35 PM
I’ve met some great humans who work as police officers in my life. My cousin is a NY State Trooper and a genuinely good guy. In my past experiences,
I’ve dealt with both dickhead cops and some really great cops.
The worst experience was when I was walking my friend out to her car around midnight, this was back in 04’. I turned to walk back to my apartment
when a cruiser hauled ass in my direction, stopped about 100’ away, the search light popped on and maybe 10 seconds later the door swung open, light
still on me as the cop got out and ducked behind the door with a gun pointed at me. He yelled for me to get down and I practically belly flopped I
went down so fast as I tried my best to squeeze my asscheeks together to prevent whatever was in there from flying out. He stayed at his car and I
could hear him talk but not clearly, I’m assuming he was radioing in that he had a subject on the ground. I don’t know how long it was, but what
felt like 5 years later, more cruisers pulled up behind me. Another cop approached and patted my waste and pockets down while I was still flat on the
ground. I asked what was going on and he just asked if I had anything that was going to stab his fingers or if I had any weapons. Once he was done
with that they had me sit on the curb and started questioning my whereabouts for the last 2 hours (my apartment).
I kept asking what was going on but could not get an answer. Finally, after about 25-30 minutes I was told that a man matching my description had
flashed a girl nearby. They said they were going to bring the girl to our location for her to ID me. This actually got me pretty worried because all I
could think was “What if she just wants this over with and ID’s me to get it done with?”. I had 4 different alibi’s as I had a few people over
my house after work. The cop who stayed with me when they went to pick up the girl was pretty cool and we had a great conversation about guitars,
music and Maine and Florida history. Eventually another cruiser pulled up, I stood up and they put the light on me again, more eternity, then I heard
over the radio “Not him.”.
I thought pointing a gun at me was rather over the top. I was f*ckin’ barefoot and I know the cop saw me hug and kiss my friend before shutting her
door. We saw him in the parking lot as soon as we walked out of the apartment and it was about 3-5 minutes between the time we walked out of the
apartment and the time I closed her door. If I were going to bolt or do something stupid, I wouldn’t have just hung out in the damn parking lot in
clear view of a cop, taking my time saying goodbye.
The other incident was a couple months after that. I used to ride a bike everywhere and was leaving my friend’s house around 2-3AM. I had a 10 mile
ride ahead of me. Right after I got on the main street a cruiser pulled behind me and slowly drove as I kept riding until the lights came on. This guy
was an asshole. Cocky and sarcastic the entire time, kept trying these stupid ‘gotcha’ questions on me. While I was an avid pot smoker at
the time, I did not think I had any on me. In fact, I was anxious to get home because I hadn’t smoked all night. Long story short, the whole thing
lasted about an hour and a half. 6 total cruisers came out to ‘deal’ with me, a clean cut, skinny little white dude from Maine who was being more
than polite with someone who was straight up harassing and taunting me. They had a K-9 smell me while I still had my backpack on and he signaled I had
something. The dick cop goes through my bag and found a plastic baggie rolled up and you’d swear the idiot just found a f*cking treasure. There was
dust in the bottom of the bag, a non-usable amount of pot. He asked the cop next to him, “Should we bring him in?”, and the cop turned and said
“Man, you’re wasting everyone’s time here.”, then walked towards the other cops, told them all to go.
For another 15 minutes this guy gave me sh!t for not having a lot of pot. “I guess your Chili’s job ain’t paying all that much if this is all
you got. It smells like sh!t to, it’s not even the good stuff.”, at this point, I was fed up and still had a 10 mile ride ahead of me. I asked
him, “Anything else?”, and was told to “Watch your mouth, I can still bring you in for paraphernalia. Get your happy ass out of here and
consider getting a better job so you can smoke better dope.”
Several months after that, I flipped that bike over a curb because I couldn’t see it under the street light. I had crossed in front of a cop and hit
the curb dead on, somersaulted ass over teakettle and just laid there after coming to my sense. As I started to move I knew my arm was broken. I look
over towards the cop car and couldn’t see through the tinted windows, light turns green and he (or she) drove off. Now I know they aren’t
obligated to help, but it would have been nice if the cop could of at least rolled the window down and asked if I was ok. The front tire was a taco
and I had to pull the bike along with my good arm while I let the broken one hang there. Cell phones weren’t really owned by everyone back then so I
had to hoof it home another 2 miles. So much for Protect And Serve (which was still on the cruisers back then).
I support the police. They do a job I don’t have the balls to do. But that doesn’t negate the fact that there are assholes out there who wear that
badge to feel superior. I’m sure many start off well and get disheartened or hardened after dealing with the sh!t they have to deal with regularly.
I think it’s incredibly ignorant to believe “it never happened to me, it must not happen to anyone else”. I mean, most people don’t have AIDS,
doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Especially in this day and age where we’ve got videos of police doing some seriously f*cked up sh!t. I feel for
the good cops that get overshadowed by the bad, just the way I feel for the black community for being as persecuted as they have because it’s not
very different. Not every black person is a thug/criminal/gang member. The overwhelming majority I have met are nothing of the sort.