I’m probably going to take it the teeth for this one, but that’s OK. Despite trying to have infinite respect for other people’s thoughts, it sometimes becomes obvious that a lot of them are thinking out of group think rather than stopping and thinking it through themselves.
One local activist gave an interview stating that funding police departments funds police brutality (a statement that struck me as saying funding roads and bridges creates potholes). Strikes me that he’s putting every cop in the world in the same league as the people who killed Floyd. Since he doesn’t know me, or any of the officers on our local department, then I have to say thank you for keeping an open mind and including us with stupid people.
It’s a little like saying all Hispanics like beans (since I’m one, I can get away with mentioning it). I guess when it comes to prejudices, he needs to look in a mirror.
By defunding police departments, they don’t mean abolishing police departments. They’re just saying cut them back, and give that money elsewhere.
What you wind up with are police departments who end up functioning on the edge, and that’s a danger to the public.
Since I’ve worked for more than a few communities and counties that had to stretch that law enforcement dollar, I feel uniquely qualified to point that danger out.
With fewer officers to respond to incidents, people don’t feel secure. When people don’t feel secure, they take matters into their own hands. And there’s the danger.
With that, here’s a cautionary tale.
Once upon a time in the mythical community of Capulin, Colorado, there lived a family. Like so many Americans, they had their own home, vehicles, and land that they’d worked hard for.
They’d sweated for what they had, and would defend it and their family.
One night they heard a prowler outside the house. This wasn’t new. They lived in a small town and kids liked to steal gas. Occasionally, you got the perv who liked to look in bedroom windows at little girls getting ready for bed.
They’d called the Sheriff’s Office, and sheriff’s deputies had responded. By the time they arrived, the prowler, if there ever was one, was long gone.
But we’re talking an 1100 square mile county. The terrain ranged from high deserts to high mountains. And it was rare to have more than two deputies on duty at any given time.
It was all because of money. There just wasn’t a budget to hire more, and when the single deputy has to cover other small towns, be able to back up City Police, serve papers and warrants, as well as handle a case load, that single person gets stretched mighty thin.
And so it was that night.
Being good, hard working people, they did what good, hard working people do when someone’s prowling around outside. They called the sheriff’s office. Again.
Only this time they were told they’d get a deputy out there, but he was clear across the county on another call and it would take some time for him to get there.
So, being good, hard working people, they did what good, hardworking people do. The dad and one of the sons stepped out with rifles to confront the prowlers. Not seeing anything, they decided to split up and continue checking the area.
The son walked around the house, and as he’s walking, he hears something. Going towards it, he sees someone with a rifle. He yells at the person. The person turns, still holding the rifle, and assuming the man with the weapon meant him harm, he shoots the man.
The guy drops, and when the boy runs over with his flashlight, he discovers he’d just shot and killed his own father.
Draw what conclusions or prophecies you will from this story.
Incidentally, it happens to be true.