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brassmonkey

because the country is still racist. if blacks stopped blowing up spots police won't say a damn thing. there are places where the cops keep the peace and no set trippin

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OneHungLo

Do the police arrest blacks in your country, Bosa?

Oh wait, you don't have anything other than a sea of whites.

ilnjscb

Brass - help me to understand - Baltimore is an issue I've been working on in my mind.

Mayor is black, has been for some time. Prosecutor, black. Police commissioner, black. Council President, black. 9 of 13 city council members, black. Fire Chief, black. Housing Authority Executive Director, black.

Are they racist? Where is the racism coming from? Is it left over systemic racism, and they are combating it but very slowly for decades?

I don't ask you for your thoughts because you are black but because you said the above re: racism. There is no gotcha here - I have been thinking about this for a while. I have asked this question before but answers were predictable tropes divided by party lines.

OneHungLo

Everyone knows what it is but they're too scared to say it.

If you removed every single white person from America tomorrow this place would look like a Mad Max movie...and they would still blame white people.

brassmonkey

having black everything does not take away the demand of drugs!! you think all the places you mentioned are all black? did you watch the fuking video? who do you think is the higher up on those positions? police stations in bad areas in filth because they are not enforcing laws. letting gangs run around like wild animals. they are there to arrest like a warzone. you are one of the racist muther fukers here in my opinion. you are on my racist list.

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ilnjscb

LOL you are on my idiot list as of now - I ask you a simple question - you call me a racist. That's actually fucking *pathetic*.

So another opportunity for dialog down the drain - and, I've defended you in the past. A good lesson for me. I support Kamala Harris but maybe she'd call me a racist too.

ilnjscb

I don't believe that - I've been to Africa many times. Several of the societies are better off once they are purged of colonialism. But you see in the US we have people like the dipshit Brassmonkey, who call people racist for asking questions. A motherfucker who has never been to Africa in his life.

escorpio

"Racist!" is the answer you'll always get when asking a hard question about the black community.

brassmonkey

you are one! what makes you think because there are blacks in commanding places that racism goes away? let me answer your bullshit questions...

i don't think so... they are not combating a damn thing. clean up the streets. get the kids off the streets. if they are not in school they work. if they are not 18 they report someplace. if they don't a warrant goes out. you just don't run wild. its time to make sure everyone is ok. stop letting anyone fall through the cracks. no matter the color that they are ok. the family structures has slid into madness. people look after each other after the tragedy not before. that has to change. this ex cop can see it and i think he is going to a great spot in the community. maybe a mayor then higher.

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Bladewire

Baltimore is as bad or worse than Boston they're both correct cities full of institutionalized racists in police, fire, school & judges. Sad

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ilnjscb

Kiss my ass - you just use the word without knowing a damn thing. The cop won't get elected mayor - have you ever even been to Baltimore? Motherfucker I did volunteer work for a democrat candidate to the state legislature from Baltimore - I know what the problems are and who the players are. 80% of the reps are black, and they damn sure don't start throwing the term racist around because they actually have to govern. The issue, dumbass, is how to craft a political system that discourages self-serving behavior while positively engaging the community. Racism may have shaped Baltimore, but it isn't the biggest issue now and everyone knows it.

brassmonkey

ok racist... just because you say shit it is the only way. </thread>

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ilnjscb

Fuck you little E - you're the racist here bitch

Bladewire

↑↑↑ Alt-right hate fake nic troll that supports white nationalist terrorists that shoot unarmed innocent children and mothers in churches.

PR_Glen

really? it can't be that blacks make up 90 plus % of the population in the poor parts where the crime is could it?

Could it be as simple as there are no white people there? nah... that doesn't fit your narrative that you started believing when you became a shut in does it?

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PR_Glen

I don't think its the cops fault either, or racism specifically. It's just a being poor problem. If you live in a part of town where schools are filled with active gang kids or wannabe gang members in severely understaffed schools you would probably drop out, even for safety sake. If your options for work were minimum wage or working for gang members for a LOT more money which would most people choose?

It never needs to be about race. It's just lack of options for earning a living. You remove that from any city and this happens.

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https://medium.com/s/story/fearing-f...s-82ad7eb7d75f

In 2000, I was a rookie patrol cop in the Baltimore Police Department. Everything I’d learned from six months in the police academy and another month of field training was still fresh in my head. I fancied myself as a squared-away, polished-looking crime fighter at the top of my game when I had my first real-life foot chase.

I remember the call very clearly. It was toward the end of my 4 p.m. to midnight shift on a warm summer night. I was dispatched as a backup unit to a report from a repair shop owner observing a man breaking into cars and rummaging through them. As I parked my car on York Road a few feet north of the shop, I could see the silhouette of a man in the driver’s seat of a Dodge Neon. He had no idea I was behind him. Another marked patrol car pulled up south of the shop, and he did notice that one. He jumped out of the Neon and ran straight at me. He was looking back at the other patrol car as he ran, and when he looked forward, I was almost on top of him.

My adrenaline was in control, and my training had me thinking that this would be where I would get shot.
Jogging toward the man, I shouted, “Stop!” I hadn’t anticipated that someone scared of being caught for breaking into cars would suddenly display the agility of a cheetah. He quickly changed direction and ran down an alley behind the shop. I gave chase, and we found ourselves cornered between a dumpster and a very tall privacy fence.

At that point, my adrenaline was in control, and my training had me thinking that this would be where I would get shot. The man bent slightly and was digging for something from his waistband. I immediately drew my gun and shouted for him to stop moving and show me his hands. When he turned to face me, I saw a flash of silver in his hands. I began to squeeze the trigger of my gun; at the same time, he dropped what he was holding and threw his hands in the air.

I didn’t shoot him, but I came really close. The other officer came chugging to where we were and helped me take the man into custody. I noticed the man had an open fanny pack on his waist, and when I checked the ground, I found the silver object he had been holding. It was a radar detector about the size of a cellphone. I’d almost shot a man for holding a radar detector. After the excitement of the chase passed and I’d calmed down, I told the man I almost shot him. He was older than me and had what I would come to learn was the wear and tear of drug addiction. He looked at me and said, “I’m sorry. I’m glad you didn’t shoot me.” I was dumbfounded: He was unarmed, I’d almost shot him, and he was apologizing to me.

I was dumbfounded: He was unarmed, I’d almost shot him, and he was apologizing to me.
That was the closest I ever came to shooting someone in my 18-year career, and I have thought back to that night over and over. It’s usually when there’s news of another police-involved shooting on the news and especially if the person was unarmed. I have wondered so many things: If I had shot him, would he have died? Would I have cared? Would I have been angry or remorseful? What would have happened to me? Probably I could have told the truth, that for a split second I was scared and thought I would be shot.

I also have wondered why was I scared. Was I scared of him? Of what he was holding? Of the dark corner we’d wound up in? Or had I been trained to be scared?

Police departments find several ways to keep cops afraid, and a lot of this fear is cloaked as self-defense and “remaining alert.” Once a year in my department, we were required to qualify with our duty weapons at the gun range, and when I went, the range staff showed a plethora of YouTube videos of police-involved shootings. I left the police field before body cameras became the norm, so most of the videos I saw at those times were from dash cams for stopped cars. (Which, to note, the BPD didn’t have at the time because cops would pull out the wiring to disable the cameras.) Think about it: a bunch of cops sitting in a small, windowless room in the basement of the Northeast Police District watching video after video of cops getting into shootouts during traffic stops. It reminded me of the highway accident movies in driver’s education class 20 years earlier—basically hours of worst-case-scenario training. There was very little emphasis on any sort of de-escalation; it was all “point and shoot.”

Now, obviously, for us to qualify with our handguns, shooting is necessary, but there’s so much more to it than that. You have to wonder how that training affects a cop when they pull over a car. With a head full of shootout videos, an officer might be going into the stop already convinced they could be shot.\

Had I been trained to be scared?
Police officers aren’t trained to shoot to kill; we’re trained to incapacitate. I must have heard “shoot to incapacitate” about 5,000 times in my career. It’s the substitution of a technical term for a literal one. However, when a police officer is killed in the line of duty, you never hear it referred to as “incapacitated in the line of duty.” We are taught to shoot at “center mass”—the area of the body above the waist to below the neck—because it’s the largest and easiest to aim for. But it’s no coincidence that center mass is where vital organs reside.

Officers are also trained to assume an interview stance when speaking to someone. Your body should be angled so the gun side is not facing the person in case they grab for it. We must keep physical distance between us and civilians—again planning for the worst-case scenario that someone will try to take your gun. I usually kept my right forearm pressed down on top of my gun any time I was talking to someone. It wasn’t because I was afraid of any individual person; it just became an unconscious habit from the training I received—the fear-based training that there was always someone plotting to take my gun away from me.

Coincidently, that year was also the first year I can remember since being in the academy that any first aid training was given to officers. Before, there had been little emphasis on providing even basic care to citizens; first aid in my career at the BPD was using your radio to call for an ambulance. But 2016 marked the first time since 1999 that I was certified in CPR, and fellow officers and I were trained to use tourniquet kits on ourselves in case we were wounded so that we could “stay in the fight.” The narrative in all this was saving ourselves and other cops—but not citizens.

After those events, fear swept through our department. The new scare tactic became the ambush. The narrative in all this was saving ourselves and other cops — but not citizens.
Granted, even outside the ambush situations, line-of-duty deaths happen to officers. Websites like Officer Down Memorial Page and the National Law Enforcement Officers Memorial Fund even track them. Cops tweet, retweet, post on Facebook, text each other, and talk about line of duty deaths whenever they happen. I had a partner who began every shift by checking the Officer Down Memorial Page website that maintains an updated list of law enforcement and prison officers killed in the line of duty. He did this every shift. That’s what he was absorbing immediately before going out on the street to interact with civilians.

In contrast, data collected by Mapping Police Violence shows 1,147 civilians were killed by police in 2017. Of those, 149 were unarmed. The report identified at least 48 officers who had previously killed someone.

In all the training I had, officers were trained to fear even the average citizen—to beware that someone will take your gun and use it on you, to be on alert for ambushes, to be ready to fix yourself up if shot so you can keep going. But the flip side of this over-defensiveness is that citizens are afraid of the police, and their fear is what gets them killed in many cases. I chased plenty of people who, when caught, said they were scared of us. During the federal criminal trial of two Gun Trace Task Force members, there was sworn testimony that members of the unit would drive their car quickly up to a group of males, slam on the brakes, and pop the car doors open. If someone ran, the cops would give chase, presuming some kind of guilt. And in the police narrative of the murder of Freddie Gray, he ran after “making eye contact” with police Lt. Brian Rice—although we will never know exactly why Gray decided to run because we only have BPD’s version of events.

When I was a cop, I always felt an “us versus them” mentality. That doesn’t do anybody any good.
I can’t speak for every single police officer. I can only speak for myself and what I witnessed and thought during my career. I worked in patrol, and I worked in operations and specialized units. I chased people on foot and by vehicle. I went on search and seizure warrants. I responded to countless calls for service. There were plenty of times I was scared. I was always alert. I arrested hundreds of people in my career for everything from petty misdemeanors to open murder warrants. In all of it, I never had to discharge my weapon outside the range.

Bosa

I am frequently asked why I became a cop, but I never seem to have a satisfactory answer. I was an only child in a single-parent home and was relatively quiet and introverted growing up. I wasn’t following in anyone’s footsteps — there were no other cops in my family. I wasn’t the best student in high school, and even if I had been, I didn’t have the money for college. Being a police officer seemed like a job that paid relatively well, and most departments didn’t require anything more than a GED. After learning that Baltimore was hiring officers and that their process moved fast, I applied in mid-March of 1999 and was hired on June 21, 1999. I resigned in July 2017, a little more than a year after being diagnosed with PTSD and spending 10 days in a mental health facility, the cumulative result of 18 years of experiences.

Making the transition from civilian to cop was overwhelming. I wasn’t accustomed to exerting any type of authority, and now, after six short months, I was given the power to take away someone’s freedom and the instruments to take someone’s life. At the police academy, we were taught the basics of the job: driving, firearms training, report writing, and self-defense tactics. The academy did not teach us the fundamental difference between power and authority or how to judiciously apply either.

I remember being intimidated when I first hit the street as a patrol officer and began responding to 911 calls. I found myself being expected to intervene in a variety of situations, from neighbors arguing over loud music to domestic assaults. I had to learn on the job to use my power as a police officer to take control, and then, if needed, issue lawful commands or effect an arrest. The challenge was realizing when I was crossing the line and abusing my power by ordering people to do things that weren’t lawful.

I began to feel less like a cop and more like a member of an occupying army.
One summer, I arrested a man on the Fourth of July. I don’t remember why I arrested him, but I can remember taunting him about having his freedom taken away on Independence Day. That was funny to me at the time. In the Special Enforcement Team (SET), a unit I belonged to from 2006 to 2008, we were often encouraged to “clear corners” — our supervisors didn’t want groups of people hanging out on the street, especially during summer. I would usually walk up to a group of men on the sidewalk and order them to move. Many times, this wasn’t a lawful order. If they balked at my order or began to argue, I would threaten them with arrest for loitering. Fearing arrest, many people would comply. The other members of my unit used the same tactics, and as a group we pretty much just bullied our designated patrol area.

I began to feel less like a cop and more like a member of an occupying army.

Eventually, this style of policing began to eat away at me. In 2008, after several run-ins with my supervisors over what I felt was unjust and heavy-handed policing, I was kicked out of the SET unit and sent back to patrol. Policing institutions often punish officers who don’t conform.

The abuse of power spread into my private life as well. Prior to becoming a police officer, I had never been pulled over. In fact, I had never interacted with the police at all except once when I worked in retail and had to call them for a shoplifter. As a cop, I was pulled over, off-duty, at least a half-dozen times for speeding, and each time I flashed my badge and identification and was let go without so much as a warning. Cops refer to this as “professional courtesy.” I would later find out it can be extended to other situations other than traffic stops.

I became an internal affairs detective in 2013 and became privy to other, more nefarious ways cops used and abused their power. It was a common problem for cops to stalk former romantic partners. This was usually male officers keeping track of ex-wives and girlfriends. They used criminal databases to look up tags of cars parked in front of their former lover’s homes or ran a de facto background check on their new partners. One well-documented case is Lieutenant Brian Rice, the supervisor who initiated the foot chase of Freddie Gray that led to Gray’s arrest and, ultimately, his death. Prior to his involvement in the Gray case, Lieutenant Rice had been stalking and threatening his ex-girlfriend for well over a year. The police were called multiple times for his threats of violence — none of which resulted in his arrest.

After Freddie Gray’s death, the Department of Justice investigated the Baltimore Police Department and released a scathing report detailing the rampant abuses of power and constitutional violations by its officers, including the use of excessive force, illegal stops and searches, and the targeting of African Americans for enforcement. That report and subsequent consent decree didn’t deter an entire unit of cops from curtailing their own criminal behavior.

My head felt like a storage unit crammed full of old damp boxes. I never realized failing to properly processing memories like these could cause PTSD.
The Gun Trace Task Force (GTTF), a group of elite cops tasked with targeting violent offenders and getting guns off the streets of Baltimore, used their power to rob and steal, not just from citizens but also from the police department itself in the form of thousands of dollars in fraudulent overtime. They also resold guns and drugs back onto the streets. In March 2017, seven members of the unit were arrested on federal charges of robbery, theft, and selling drugs. All are now serving federal prison sentences. During the trials of two GTTF detectives, Daniel Hersl and Marcus Taylor, there was testimony that the members of the unit didn’t fear internal affairs and that a deputy commissioner coached them through a fatal shooting to avoid punishment.

In Baltimore, after the death of Detective Sean Suiter, who was scheduled to testify before a grand jury the day after he was killed as part of the federal investigation into the GTTF, the BPD effectively locked down the entire Harlem Park neighborhood where the incident occurred while they conducted their investigation. Officers were told to turn off their body cameras as they conducted searches of citizens in the area and checked identifications of people trying to enter their own neighborhood. This was unchecked power at its worst. The death of Detective Suiter remains unsolved and shrouded in controversy.

In the final years of my career in the BPD, I struggled with trying to process the memories I had collected and the terrible things I saw as a cop. My head felt like a storage unit crammed full of old damp boxes. I never realized failing to properly process memories like these could cause PTSD. When you’re a cop, there isn’t always time to stop and think about something horrible you’ve just witnessed or been through, and with the exception of being involved in a shooting, the department didn’t readily offer up any mental health evaluations to its officers. That is a problem. Mental health is also stigmatized in policing, and officers are reluctant to admit they’re having problems and typically suffer in silence.

All I was doing was helping to feed the machine of institutionalized oppression.
It wasn’t just the blood and guts I was struggling with. I eventually began to realize all the work and energy I was putting into arresting people, usually for petty crimes, was having no positive impact on the city as a whole. And I realized I had lost all empathy for anyone or anything. Crime seemed just as bad as when I first started. Drugs were still being sold. People were still being shot. Murdered. All I was doing was helping to feed the machine of institutionalized oppression. I could arrest drug addicts all day long if I wanted to. Who did that help? What crime did that solve?

I chose to remain silent about the struggles I was having and attempted suicide for the first time in April 2016. I was briefly hospitalized in a local emergency room, where a psychiatrist diagnosed me as having PTSD. I thought it was something only combat veterans could get and never considered it could happen to cops. When I informed the department of my diagnosis, I was told that PTSD wasn’t considered a work-related injury or illness, so any treatment was my responsibility to bear.

After about a year of stops and starts with various therapists and medications, I attempted suicide a second time, in June 2017. That was when I decided to voluntarily check myself into a mental health facility. I figured if I did it on my own, at least I’d have sort of control of the situation. I wound up staying for 10 days. I was evaluated and placed on medications for depression and anxiety. I also underwent several rounds of electroconvulsive therapy.

After I was released, I decided I had to leave not only the BPD but policing altogether, or it would kill me — if I didn’t kill myself first. I realized that policing and police departments as institutions don’t care about their officers. They care about justifying their own existence and protecting their budgets. I was just a number to them. My badge number, my sequence number, my unit number. Easily replaceable.

PR_Glen

did you have any words yourself on the subject or were you just going to keep posting other peoples words and videos?

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King Mark

You know I aint ever been scared to say what it REALLY is.

Like I said in another thread, what happened in Baltimore is you inbreds setting up generational traps for them:









Etc, etc etc... yall are prolific as fuck at sabotaging people and then pointing fingers. Worked for you genetically inferior mutants for a while, but then this information age ruined it.

Those are just the ones that got caught. Decades of thousands of uncaught ones creating people who cant get a decent job, breaking families apart, and then trying to say "see monkey man bad" when they're left with no choice but to tribe up and get it how they live.

Baltimore is unique as it's a northern city located below the Mason Dixon line. Yall wrecked shit there almost permanently. However, the 2040's is almost here so the struggle is almost over for them. Also, the ones able to escape have already migrated and set up some of the most safest places to live in America like Mitchellville, Fort Washington, Kettering, Woodmore, Friendly, etc... (all majority black & safe).

Its transformed into something way beyond racial shit and evolved into classism there, hence the "house negroes" involved too. The race part is a lingering legacy tho, almost done.

Yeah I know, you want to victimize people for centuries, but revoke their victim card. Doesn't work like that tho. Especially with you inbreds losing numbers and power. Party's almost over.

See sig... its gonna be awesome (for some of us)

Bosa

Whats the point? Who cares about words or opinions. You see it here every day. No one cares about right or wrong. My words, your words and opinions will change anything. The videos say everything I want to say and more and no one can call bullshit.
It's there for all to see with their own eyes indisputable facts and the pain cops and white supremacist cause the African American community.
I understand all the white supremacist and deniers here enjoy debating indisputable facts because thats all they have in their lives and why they enjoy debating why white supremacy is a good thing.
I understand all these white supremacist here are and were champions of their high school debate team and in life. I'm not interested in debating what I know are indisputable facts. It's pointless and a waste of time. Nothing will ever change the minds of these guys like OneHunglo, Escorpio and Grapesoda they are so full of hate and too far gone.
People like this were brought up to hate. They teach their children to hate. They will always hate. Hate is all they have. They will never change.
So I just post my little videos. They can't (but they try) dispute or debate whats on the videos.
A picture or a video in these cases are worth a thousand words.

So here is my that you asked for.