The Soulless Lot

Gramma,

Drove the truck to a motorcycle event the other night.  It's a good time to catch up with old friends.  It was too rainy to ride.  We parked the car and headed to the bar.  There was a big fat white cop who felt the need to yell and heatedly gesture at us to walk to a distant tent instead of to our nearby destination.  It was confusing that he was making us go that way.  The people in the tent were also  not clear on why he did that.  He was a cop rented for the evening.  The attitude from the man with the gun served to perpetuate the current negativity towards officers.  Way to alienate people for next year.  Put me in a mood for the evening.  When we left, the officer was enjoying a jovial conversation with a Barbie doll. 

For the most part, I have been a law-abiding citizen, but cops are a fickle bunch and I have serious trust issues with them.  For years, I needed to pop Xanax every time I saw one in my rear view mirror.  They betrayed me completely when I was most in need of protection from my ex-husband.  They falsified police reports.  They said I wasn't being followed by a suspicious person, that it was probably someone who wanted to get to know me.  I said, "I am very approachable.  There is someone following me wherever I go."  It was someone stalking me on behalf of my ex.  The police refused to take any action.  I didn't realize they were all in the same bed. 

I was terrified after my daughter and I were shot at and the police declined to help me.  Two of my dogs were already missing/killed and another was taken to the vet with a gunshot wound.  My heart was racing all the time.  I put nails in a piece of plywood and laid it across the driveway at night.  I called a private investigator to document what my ex was doing to me.  When I found out she was a friend of the county sheriff, who was a friend of my ex's family, I canceled her services.  In retrospect, I wonder if she would have stood her ground in defending my claim. 

In my search for one of the missing dogs, I met a man who turned out to be a convicted child molester.  I told him what was going on.  He said he could help me.  Instead, he contacted my ex and a plan was put in motion to set me up for solicitation of murder.  The police facilitated a "Squeal for a Deal" with the child molester.  In exchange for his testimony against me, they would keep him out of prison on his latest offense.  The molester couldn't keep any of his stories straight.  He and my ex were deposed separately.  Their lies didn't match up.  Of course, no action was taken for perjury. 

So, yeah, I have trust issues with police.  I know other white people who have had equally disastrous experiences with law enforcement.  I don't like attorneys either.  They seem pretty much like a soulless lot.