My wife has been on vacation for almost a week now and asked me to post something as a guest writer.
People don't understand cops. Us. Me.
"What's wrong son?" asks the man.
"Well, that's great! Why are you crying about it?" asks the man.
I bent down and introduced myself to the boy. I told him that we were the good guys and that we were here to help. "We don't get people in trouble and we're not out to take little kids to jail. Our job is to serve you and your family and protect you from the bad guys," I said.
People get us. They think we're too heavy handed or paranoid. They think we want to make life miserable for good people "just because [we] can." They judge how tough or competent we are based on what jurisdiction we're in or based on what they see on TV.
I definitely feel like a rookie and everyone in my department makes sure to remind me every chance they get. And I expected that to be the case. But I've always been a really nice guy and I never expected to be so misunderstood by so many people. I guess that's what has surprised me the most.
"[HF], it's us versus them. The sooner you figure that out, the safer you'll be."