If you had a chance
to work in law enforcement, what part of the profession would you choose?
I can hear my friends and family snorting as they considering
this on my behalf. If ever there was a match not made in heaven it would be me
and law enforcement. So many reasons…
1. I’m
too empathetic. Really, I’m an old-fashioned, totally out of fashion bleeding
heart liberal and am sure I could be convinced that the burglar with the bag
full of Mrs. Jones’ silverware was only trying to take it to be cleaned as a
favor to her.
2. I
hate guns. Some reasons are personal; my family has been touched by gun
violence. Some reasons are practical. I’m not sure I understand the concept of
a trigger guard, and it’s not on my life list to learn. Mostly, I think how
precious life is, how hard we work to save life in other situations, and
compare it to the instantaneous blowing away of lives on TV and in the real
world.
3. In
a profession where cops, psychologists, lawyers, investigators have to make decisions, combining facts with
intuition, I would fail miserably. I noticed a few years ago that I cannot look
at a face and see the bad seed. I would see a newspaper photo of a proven
killer and think, “Oh, he’s a nice looking kid.” (I’m more accurate where
female faces are concerned. What does that say about me?)
4. I
have too much imagination. The other side of being credulous, soft-hearted, and
wary of weapons is that I have a writer’s imagination. Getting to “what if?” is
easy and fast for me, and I’d spend my whole life, were I in law enforcement,
in a nervous crouch, hand on that trigger guard, scanning faces for clues,
getting ulcers.
Best that I stay on the sidelines, writing about fictional
crime, albeit stories influenced by the over-abundance of the real thing. My
hat is off to the thousands of individuals who have careers within the overall
law enforcement field and who stay with it year after year, retaining
their compassion, professional standards, and mental and physical wellbeing. In
the immortal words of Sgt. Phil Esterhaus, the wonderful actor Michael Conrad
on ”Hill Street Blues,”
“Hey, let’s be
careful out there.”
4 comments:
Love this post!
And I'll give your bleeding heart a run for its money any day, Susan. I got bumped from a jury without opening my mouth once - just the expression on my face as I looked at that poor kid who'd never had a break in life . . .
(Also, hands up everyone else who felt helplessly sorry for Saddam Hussein as they bundled him out of that hole in the ground. I told myself it was basic humanity, like how our maternal/paternal instinct is so muscular it goes across species? Well, our compassion for the elderly maybe can't be switched off by our intellect either.)
Aw, Susan. I bet you would make a great cop! You just need to make sure your partner would be willing to be the bad cop all the time...
Catriona, I'm always gobsmacked by parents who kill children ,even though I understand, intellectually, the stresses. Parenting instincts are not hormonally charged enough in some people, alas.
Meredith - nah. My partner would have to carry my gun and Mace in addition to hers. I'd carry the donuts.
I know what you mean, Susan. Being in law enforcement and writing about it are very different. I'd rather write about it.
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