Historiann, an academician who is necessarily on campuses (campi?), recounts her experiences with campus cops. Here’s one (emphasis added); the rest aren’t pretty either.
My second encounter with campus “police” was in the late 1990s when I was teaching at the University of Dayton. Arriving at campus early one morning, I was confused by the maze of parking lots where my parking permit now allowed me to park. I drove the wrong way for 15 feet, into an exit-only lane for one parking lot–that was wrong, but there were no other cars moving in the lot at the time, so there was no danger to anyone because I missed the “exit only” sign. I was immediately pulled over (lights flashing and siren blaring!) by a campus “police” officer. When I (naively) moved to get out of my car to have a conversation with the “police” officer, I was screamed at “Get back in the car! Get back in the car!” by the overwrought cop. His anger and apparent lack of judgment and personal control scared me, so I got back in the car. Imagine what might have happened if I were in my teens, and/or African American, and/or male, and/or not wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase?
Read the rest.