reply to post by sdocpublishing
In my youth I was not bad but I was not a goody two shoes either.
My one and only bad experience was demonstrating downtown against the Vietnam War in the late 60's. I was in the front row facing the police. We
were unarmed and not dangerous or impolite. They were dressed with big guns at their sides, billy clubs, shields and helmets in battle formation, a
straight line looking directly into our eyes - and they meant business.
The group I was with were not arrested but it was a scary experience.
At all times, I remained polite and respectful - these guys were armed and while people say we are free, I began to wonder if indeed we really are.
War is big business. And anyone protesting against big business is fair game. I believe I came close to physical harm.
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We had moved into our apartment downstairs in a new city.
We left for work and had a bag of that which I cannot mention on ATS on the kitchen table. A nice size bag of a plant - nothing hard but it was a
illegal substance.
When we came home, someone had reported a gas leak right as we went into our apartment there were two, three police officers.
I went to the kitchen table and nonchalantly placed my school books on top of the bag to hide it from view, looked up and one of the policemen was
looking at me, smiled a little and after checking to make sure there was no gas leak, left.
To this police officer if you are out there...................thank you.
I married, had three kids, a grand daughter, no prison record, (never did another illegal thing after that - that one incident scared me straighter
than a arrow).
He could have arrested me, this wasn't a small bag - bigger than a sandwich baggie (party that Friday night).
One arrest record could have, would have ruined my life.
I'm basically a good person, I'm honest, I'm kind, I'm now perfectly law abiding and again, this one police officer let me go, he didn't sting me.
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Before we moved, Me and a couple friends went skinny dipping in a shallow part of a river. The cops came and told us to get out of the water, I
refused because I was naked. The cop said, "Well you're naked in front of your friends."
I said "Well, they're my friends, your not, I don't know you and you can't see me naked."
He brought me my clothes, walked all the way out to neck deep water and handed me my clothes. Then he told us that swimming in this river was
dangerous as it had a lot of under currents.
He also asked me if I was serious with any of these "clowns" and I said no, we were just friends and he asked me for my phone number and if I would
consider going out with him for breakfast?
I said, "No thank you, we're moving in another week". He said, "Be safe, you're quite pretty and there are a lot of wolves out there."
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The only time I got a verbal warning years later (I was in my 30's) was when I went through a yellow. The cop pulled me over with my three sons all
buckled up in the back. The youngest was about sixteen months old and started to sniffle. The cop told me to roll down my back window and told my
youngest, "Now I'm not going to yell at your mama, just talk to her, don't cry - okay". He then came back to me and whispered, "I'm giving you a
verbal warning. You have got three really cute little guys there, all buckled in safely so you care - but going through a yellow, you could end up
killing them, please don't ever go through a yellow again, promise me."
I kept my promise.
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The child from hell I have talked about on ATS numerous times. We were good parents. He has ADHD and is now a respectable, law abiding citizen and
excellent father but at one time he was in a hard core gang. A very notorious gang.
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One day the police came and asked if they could talk to us and "look around".
My sons bedroom was located on the ground floor of our split ranch. The policeman asked if he could go into my son's room? I asked him what he
thought he would find? He said, "A gun".
I told him, if he felt it necessary, I had nothing to hide, however he gently grabbed my arm and said, "Mam, you look like you are going to faint,
your face is now white as paper, here you better sit down."
Now I realize they could not have done this without a search warrant but I had nothing to hide and I suspected my son was up to something and had a
husband that couldn't cope with reality so I allowed the police to search his room. He did not mess anything up, he was respectful, and left the room
neat. He also inspected it lightly not hard core, pulling everything apart.
As it was a month later we did take out a second mortgage and have our son committed for a couple years to straighten him out at the tune of $150,000
we are still paying on but it was worth it to save him.
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There are some decent cops out there, they are human just like the rest of us.
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