Well, Mr. Citizen, it seems you've figured me out. I seem to fit neatly into the category where you've placed me. I'm stereotyped, standardized, characterized, classified, grouped, and always typical. Unfortunately, the reverse is true I can never figure you out.
From birth you teach your children that I'm the bogeyman, then you're shocked
when they identify with my traditional enemy ... the criminal!
You accuse me of coddling criminals......until I catch your kids doing wrong.
You may take an hour for lunch and several coffee breaks each day, but point
me out as a loafer for having one cup.
You pride yourself on your manners, but think nothing of disrupting my meals
with your troubles.
You raise hell with the guy who cuts you off in traffic, but let me catch you
doing the same thing and I'm picking on you. You know all the traffic
laws...but you've never gotten a single ticket you deserve.
You shout ''foul'' if you observe me driving fast to a call, but raise the roof
if I take more than ten seconds to respond to your complaint. You call it
part of my job if someone strikes me, but call it police brutality if I
strike back.
You wouldn't think of telling your dentist how to pull a tooth or Your doctor
how to take out an appendix, yet your always willing to give me pointers on
the law.
You talk to me in a manner that would get you a bloody nose from anyone else,
but expect me to take it without batting an eye. You yell something's got to
be done to fight crime, but you can't be bothered to get involved.
You have no use for me at all, but of course it's OK if I change a flat for
your wife, deliver your child in the back of the patrol car, or perhaps save
your son's life with mouth to mouth breathing, or work many hours overtime
looking for your lost daughter.
So, Mr. Citizen, you can stand there on your soapbox and rant and rave about
the way I do my work, calling me every name in the book, but never stop to
think that your property, family, or maybe even your life depends on me or
one of my buddies.
Yes, Mr. Citizen, it's me...the lousy cop!
The author of this article was Trooper Mitchell Brown of the Virginia State
Police. He was killed in the line of duty two months after writing the
article.
By Glen Canyon Vista N'hood Assoc.
