Tuesday, December 30, 2014

who will protect us?


This morning was the usual. Up around eight. Out the door by 8:30 to take F to school. The elevator guy took us down. When the door opened to the lobby, there was a scene. A lady sat, emotionally-withered-looking on a sofa. Two cops stood in front of her. They were consoling her, asking her questions. She looked frazzled. Of course I was curious to know what had happened but knew better than to pry. I glanced at one of the cops. I refuse to mention his race although it was not mine.

In a swift second I saw a weight in his eyes. A sadness. He stood there, protective, articulating a sincere stoicism in his body language. I thought: what magicians these people have to be. A walking bundle of synchronized psychology and strength. To serve and protect.

This lady, her problem could've seemed extraordinarily mundane to some, to others a relatable cause for alarm and sympathy. It must've been some sort of domestic dispute. She could've heard a noise. Her husband could've gone missing in the night. Perhaps she couldn't find a watch, saw someone in her window. A crank caller. A funny smell. Maybe she couldn't remember her name.

I felt sorry for the policemen standing there in front of her. I could feel the stress only they could know feeling like the world is against them. The dirty looks they must get from everyone. New York cops. Who are expected to do their jobs the right way for everyone or else be criticized. Cops who are painted as villains for a few confrontations that've been heavily dramatized by media--by revolutionary wanna-be types who have nothing else as a source of pride but to protest the deaths of names we've been forced to reflect upon. To ignore is a negligent statement, supposedly. But this negative fanfare, painting the people who are called for any hint of a threat to our security...

Who else could we call if an intruder assaults us? Are we now at a time where we must appoint our sturdiest family members to learn jujitsu so we may call upon them on speed dial to lift the violent fists from our faces?

Without traffic laws there would be increased speed in the streets leading to obliterated vehicles scattered among the medians. When our uncles are drunk and wielding a gun. When sociopaths litter the after hour shadows waving broken bottle shivs. When a convenience store has been robbed. When a pedestrian biker has been sideswiped by an SUV on a corner. Who are we to call?

The hypocrisy of our current condition worries me. The on-trend, generalized hatred of the police. Anything generalized scares me. With specific situations we find specific solutions, but with the obvious lack of thought and clarity, within our attitudes of hostility, masses huddled in their easy opinions: cops are evil--we are compromising our safety. Who will protect us?

Us as in little children, mocking any and all authority. We treat our teachers like shit. Our cops. Our spouses. Our children. We neglect our animals. Our health. We say: hey, look, I am the voice of injustice! I am a righteous citizen who knows what's best for every other citizen. But we can barely take care of ourselves. We mourn, an excuse for sympathy.

The lady in the lobby. The cops who were called. Is more of what happens in our interactions with the law? Not a frenzied draw that leads to accidental homicide called murder for sensationalists.


6 comments:

Blazintommyd said...

IMHO - you're becoming a Fascist. Money in the USA does that to people.

Sabra Embury said...

What makes you say that, Tommy?

Alicia said...

I really appreciate your point here. Often those that make a big deal of their generalized accusations in the name of justice think they're being unique and that they're the minority standing up for injustice but the true minority is those that will say something against these "revolutionaries" who are so quick to attack anyone who verbalizes their conflicting opinion.

Sabra Embury said...

Thanks, Alicia! That means a lot.

Unknown said...

I know you wrote this nearly a year ago- but I just needed to say that you can still condemn police brutality and demand justice for victims all the while acknowledging the sacrifices made by police officers.

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