I do not hate the police. I am afraid of them. I have lived my whole life thinking that they are awesome. The one and only time that the police came to our house when my mom was getting a beating, It was like they were royal knights or something. The atmosphere changed, like the molecules in the air shifted, the protectors had arrived. My stepdad was like a dog with his tail betwen his legs, I could actually see the change in his body language that was due to the police presence in our home (combined with his obvious guilt). I actually just talked about this in therapy today, my therapist got me to remember a positive police encounter, and I remembered this...kinda cool for me to have a positive experience to hold on to right now...
I used to feel completely safe around them. 3 of my cousins are police officers (one of them is my favorite cousin), and an uncle by marriage is a retired officer, and they are all mentally sound, genuinely kind, good people with integrity. The officer that manhandled me for calling the non emergency police line to have them re park their cars was not a person of integrity. She allowed her emotions to affect her to the point that she decided to use her power and authority to teach a law abiding citizen a lesson. The lesson is, they can do whatever they want to, and we should all just stay out of their way.
The worst part of this was that my daughter was in the car, and when the officer was verbally abusing me, my daughter began to cry, and the officer used this to escalate her own bad behavior instead of realizing that her behavior was over the top alarming and she might be harming a childs psyche. My daughter had nighmares for 6 weeks, after which they subsided. Her dreams were always about cars, and me being taken away in one of them and never returned to her, and her being left alone. My daughter heard everything this officer yelled at me. She watched this officer pull me from the car, cuff me, and then put me in the squad car while she fabricated a ticket...after which she let me go. An officer with integrity, and with true purpose would not have treated me this way, period.
My husband has a different perspective about the police, and it was not until my traumatic experience with them that he revealed it to me. He grew up in Savannah GA, and his Mom and aunt were both police officers. He saw a lot of behind the scenes stuff and heard a lot of behind the scenes conversations. He witnessed police culture from an early age, and because of it, his trust in the police is given on a case by case basis. He never shared this with me, not until after my trauma. I always thought he felt the same as me, but he didn't. He said that it was because he admired my 'healthy perspective' towards them and he did not want to taint it. I now think more like him about the police. It depends on the individual officer, some of them are the real deal, they are there for the right reasons, and are equipped mentally to carry out their very difficult and dangerous jobs, while others are not. I just happened to encounter a bad seed.