Enforcers category archive
Lots of folks don’t seem to realize that the internet is a public place.
In an odd bit of synchronicity yesterday, both a columnist at AL.com and the writer of a letter to the editor of The Roanoke Times tell stories of traffic stops that occurred in their pasts.
In both cases, they wonder whether, if they had been not-white, they’d be alive to tell their tales. Follow the links for their stories.
A police detective from Savannah, Georgia, reflects on the verdict in the case of the murder of George Floyd. Here’s a couple of those reflections; more reflections at the link:
The first thing is actually something that needs to not happen: Police must not be defensive. We must not circle the wagons. “Not all cops” is exactly the wrong reaction. Even though that is true — of course not all cops are bad — it is also irrelevant. Systemic reform is inseparable from individual change.
Here’s the second thing that needs to happen: We police need to fight the destructive reaction we have resorted to before, saying that if we can’t do our job the way we have always done our job, well then, we won’t do our job at all.
I have not blogged about the Chauvin trial because I have had nothing to add to what everyone else has been saying.
The whole damned thing has been blatantly obvious from the git-go. A white cop killed a black man because (he was certain) he could get away with it. (And, chillingly, said cop seemed to relish the experience.)
But methinks Tom Levenson makes a telling point about the guilty verdict over at Balloon Juice.
Many years ago, in my incarnation as a technical trainer (training is training; the skills are the same, only the subject matter varies, though, natch, you do have to master the subject matter), I was teaching a class about how to implement a piece of security software manufactured by my employer of the time. During casual chit-chat on a break, one of the students, the owner of security business who happened to be a black man, told me a story.
He was visiting his mother, a financially well-situated woman who lived in a gated community outside a major city a little bit north of Toledo, Ohio, in the upper Midwest. He was running an errand at her request and happened to be driving her Mercedes.
The police stopped him because, for some reason, they thought he needed to prove that he belonged.
What, one wonders, might that reason might have been?
Image via Job’s Anger.