There are ways to get famous, this way would not be my preferred way.
I am not sure what the world is coming to but, listen to this…
A neighbor reported that her cat got out and is missing. It was the middle of the week. My daughter was engrossed in some video games, and it was a nice day.
I walk the area on occasion but hardly ever in the middle of the day. What harm can it do to take a walk and look for a stray cat?
As I chat with her about life and things in general while walking the sidewalks where the cat went missing, we see a cop pass by. There are signs up with descriptions of said cat.
Without warning, the car turns around and now appears to focus on us. Two officers that get out to investigate us. I wonder if they are there to help look for the cat? Probably not.
My daughter is a child, and I am not exactly threatening, but, rapidly the wrong end of a gun is pointing in our direction from the other officer.
“Woe, what the hell, officers?”
Separating us, my daughter is told to walk backward toward the other officer. This child still has issues walking forward without tripping. Pffft. I watch her, she is terrified. I am not exactly calm and collected, but I know not to do anything that would cause a trigger pull.
If she had tripped walking backward would that cop have shot her as she moved in an unexpected manner?
“We got a call of suspicious activity, and you two are out in the middle of the day, don’t seem natural.”
Are all Texans this slow, or do you have to be not real bright to wear the uniform? Asking for a friend.
“We are not armed, and we live here.”
“Where is here?”
“Next street over.”
“I need to see ID.”
The end of whatever pistol the other officer was pointing at me looked like a cannon as I slowly reach for identification.
“What are you doing out this time of day?”
I point to the sign on the post not twenty yards away. They act as if they don’t believe me because nobody gives a damned about someone else’s cats or problems…
I do. What if it were my cat?
The other officer has my daughter by the car and is asking her the same types of questions. Later she told me that the officer thought we were nuts to be looking for a lost cat that wasn’t even ours.
At least no more guns are pointing at us.
I happen to conceal carry; I did not have it on me then but, one has to wonder, what if?
Since this happened to me, a white person, I felt like it might be wise to pass on some salient info regarding concealed carry and cops.
By this story, it is not hard to tell that their anxiety level is much higher than what they might let on. Like you and I, they deserve to go home to their family in one piece at the end of the day.
Whether you conceal carry or not, and I don’t give a shit what color you are, keep your hands in plain sight. Statistics prove beyond the shadow of a doubt that cops kill more white people than black folks. I realize that doesn’t fit the narrative but, facts are immutable.
If it is at night, pull over, put your car in park, turn on the dome light, roll down the window and place your hands on the dash. You don’t want to be an accident.
Never adjudicate your case on the side of the road; the cop does not give a crap about your reasons for whatever you were doing that caused him or her to pull you over. Yes, sir or ma’am or no sir or ma’am is about all you need to say. A medical emergency is probably the one excuse you might offer up but make sure it is a medical emergency.
If I can have guns drawn on me while walking through my neighborhood, it could certainly have gone down a lot worse with a child by my side.
If you carry, when they ask, hand the cop your license to carry at the same time you give them your driver’s license. They will ask you if you are armed. In truth, they will know more about you before they ever talk to you than you would expect. They will see if you are registered as concealed carry and if you have insurance, where you live, and so on. The database is pretty reliable. What you hand them is matched against it.
Never reach for your gun; you will end up dead.
Please keep your hands where they can see them. Most probably, he or she will disarm you, allow them.
At the end of the day, it will be a story you can tell, or like me, blog.
I was unaware that Gladys Cravats from Bewitched lives in my neighborhood.
The moral of the story, keep your cat or dog locked up when people are working in your house. Don’t expect me to go looking for it ever again.
The times we live in are much more dangerous. Tensions are high as hate, racists acts, and all forms of violence sell air time. The media has a 24 7 news cycle, and without people doing evil, stupid things they would not have advertisers paying them for air time. Emotional drama sells.
If things calm down, they will manufacture something even if they have to make it up out of thin air.
Had I been black and been shot for looking for a neighbor’s cat the press would have played the story for days. Since I am white and didn’t get shot, it’s not worth mentioning. Unless, of course, you are looking down the wrong end of a gun carried by some cop who might be rattled.
They don’t need to be defunded; we need more money for more and better training. We should be able to offer them good wages so we can attract the brightest and the best. If they have the power of life or death in their hands, don’t you want the most brilliant and best wearing the badge?
Much Love -TW