At the Utica Avenue train station (in Crown Heights, Brooklyn), a peripatetic philosophical “passenger” is lecturing two of New York’s Finest. He tells them that they don’t patrol the streets “to serve and protect” the people,” but to perpetuate the illusion of public safety. He then tells the police officers, “You are part of the biggest gang in New York City!” The officers simply stand there, just another day in the neighborhood, another subway story. The officers also demonstrate remarkable restraint, in that the philosopher is all up in their personal space. He could easily have ended up in a chokehold!
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Much maligned profession but when they are needed and arrive are they thanked with the same zeal as they are attacked? Sometimes they receive gratitude for their service , most times I would think not. They are us and we are not perfect therefore in instances they will not be perfect but we hold them to a higher ideal walking the beat never understanding the rotating shifts the fear and the pressure they encounter or the substance abuse and bad behaviors some arrive at as a consequence to being “on the job”.
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True. But what has been a fundamental problem is the blue wall of silence. Not being willing to admit, in those cases, where an officer fucked up!
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