The Police's Seeming Indifference, rudeness and misconduct

Agreed, the caveat is that my relaying what I've hear' is at best secondhand information. But I know my neighbor, and if he relays something to me, I think I can ably mitigate for hyperbole. I believe him. KWAC argues like in all professions, there are asshole cops; thanks for conceding that. The big difference is that an asshole cop with a GUN is a bigger problem than the asshole mailman, fireman or the typical overworked asshole who can make your life miserable at the DMV or neighboring cubicle.

When I see a police officer I personally do my best to avert my eyes, and sometimes even cross the street. I don't trust any of them. They have lethal power hanging from their hips, and some of them look as if they are itching to use it.

Another cop story.

In 2001 when I worked that summer with some cops, one of them was relaying a story about some scenario involoving a 'perp'. Apparently the ''effin' guy'', as the cop called him was giving the cop lip. So much of the cop lingo flying back and forthat was incomprehensible to me, but the story sort of ended with the cop saying "So I dropped the throwaway behind him and then said, 'Oh yeah, so what's that behind you then?' "All the cops laughed and guffawed over their coffee and doughnuts. I didn't understand the story so I approached one of the cops, a lady I'll call Ann. "Ann, what's a throwaway?" I asked. Ann was Irish, and she had these bizaare insatiable crushes on baseball players, especially that guy who does all the Gillete commercials (can't remember his name now) .She was typing something and she stopped and looked at me over her reading glasses and said casually, "Oh, that's a small gun that a cop will throw at a perp's feet to up his charge."

I feigned nonchalance and went to the bathroom. I mouthed the word F--- over and over for about ten minutes and then went back to my office.


I got another story -- when I filed my CCRB report. I won't relay it as yet because I'm digging through my files to find the actual CCRB letter I received.

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Hamilton, that's a good one. : )

Whoa! Junior Marvin's Police and Thieves! i have this album. Always digged the album cover. It's like cubism --almost. That's a great song; love the falsetto.

Hamilton, I absolutely LOVE the Irish. I actually have a bit of Scot-Irish in me lineage. A randy Scotsman literally abandoned ship and made his way to the country of my ancestors where he summarily impregnated a few choice women apparently. He told his brother of the fertile soil in which he stuck his plow and along came the brother.

In fact, a large number of the folk who come from where I come from have not only Irish blood, but their cadence has often been compared to the Irish's -- which makes a great deal of sense because Irish women were often sent there by the British for petty and imagined offenses. Gee, I wonder what KWAC would think about the police department during the day s of slavery in 'mi' homeland? I better thank 'mi' lucky charms that KWAC wasn't there!

The Irish also found their way there via indentured servitude where they were hired as slave handlers -- which is a fancy way of saying they whipped the dusky Africans into working 'efficiently'. They also had the choice lot of women to choose from, being in charge and all.

But, there is an affinity for the Irish. I do so like the red hair, I must admit. My first love had red hair, and freckles, which she inferited from her dad whose grandather was an Irishman. And of course, there was an affinity amongst the Irish and the early enslaved Africans, for the British never saw them as equals, and the Irsh always had an affinity for Africans. Indeed, I believe members of the IRA actually participated in subversive activity alongside the ANC in their struggle against the white supremacist Afrikaner government of South Afrtica.

There's a whole bunch of stuff on the Web about how the Irish became white. I believe were you to google 'How the Irish Became White' you'll see a lot of literature that discusses how and WHY the Irish were granted priviliges that the American Negroes were denied. If anything, Hamilton, it's the Irish who hate us. And that's sad, because we have a shared history of oppression. The Irish were used by the British to further the interests of capital.

On MHA first trip to England I was eager to go into an Irish pub, and I had one of the best bar experiences of my life. There I was a person, and race truly did not seem to matter. I felt like Langston Hughes in France, or Billy Holiday or somebody famous, Black and burdened by the weight of it. The Irish folk were keen to talk about race, but in ways that I truly believe white Joe Bag-O-Donuts will always find daunting. Not to say racism does not exist there, but the whitefolks I encountered there didn't have an ego dependence to denigrate me to make them feel good about themselves (hint, hint).

I love the Irish. How can I hate something that is intrinsically a part of myself?

'Assuming the story is true?! Now I'm making up shit?! Dude take a walk to Franklin Avenue and ask the store manager yourself! Why would I make something up like that?! I'm done.