Against my will, I have been aware of the news reports of many, many protests over the circumstances surrounding death of George Floyd.
Against my will, I have been subjected to the noxious virtue signaling malarkey from many quarters, braying about how anti racist they are (“acta, non verba!”).
Again, against my will, I have been subjected to the chant of racist, violent police being The! Single! Greatest! Threat! to black men, In! Da! World! (notwithstanding the 24 fatal shootings in Chicago just the weekend of May 30-31)
( see https://chicago.suntimes.com/2020/6/1/21275944/chicago-weekend-shootings-most-violent-weekend-2020-may-29-june-1)
I request that we all keep in mind that we are all fallen, all imperfect, all in need of improvement. Police are part of that set. And, like some of our neighbors, some officers do felonious things. Mr. Chauvin appears due to get his day in court, which, should things work out as they are supposed to, will bring to light evidence supporting, or refuting, the cloud of assertions surrounding these events.
Tl: DR summary: Lotsa heat, little light, Facts will come out, and theories and bullshit will be tamped down.
Now, that I have stepped off of my soapbox, let’s hear a story of “Protect And Serve Policing”, of the sort that I have seen repeatedly myself.
Observant readers will note that this is a re-run.
Patient Care Is Everywhere! (small town life) I had the opportunity, a couple of years ago, to speak with an police officer who personified the “Protect and Serve” mindset. An elderly, very confused gentleman, with a baseline mentation deficit, was brought in to the hospital at the instigation of the officer. Having been dispatched for a "welfare check", he found this soul confused, and in the officer's estimation, "looked sick." We evaluated the patient, and tried to (start to) fix his medical issues. While waiting for the lab results, the officer and I chatted. The officer related to me that he was an officer, “not for the attorney with a 150,000 dollar car and a nice house: he doesn’t need me. That guy, over there: he depends on me to do the right thing. He is why I took that oath.” Once we had finished caring for the gentleman, and were ready to discharge him, another officer from this same (yeah, rural) department came and took him home, seeing him safely into his apartment. Another occasion, same rural police department, same officer. This time he accompanied an EMS transport. This soul was in custody, so the officer parked himself outside the room, to keep an eye on his charge. During their stay, in the room across the hallway, was a child, who was very dubious about the entire "going to the hospital" thing. This officer was approached by the fearful child, who momentarily had his fears overcome with curiosity about a live-and-in- person police officer. This officer was very engaged with the child, producing wide eyes interest as the boy lectured the officer on the ins and outs of frogs, and minutiae of their lives in the wild. He (the officer) offered a few frog insights of his own, and the two of them had an animated conversation there in my ED hallway. The rest of my encounter with the boy was made considerably smoother, when the officer asked the boy, "Are you behaving for my friend Reltney? Yeah, he may be a doctor (well, a PA at this point, but, ya know...), but he's pretty nice. Give him a chance, wontcha?" My point? There has been come conversation of “Officer as social worker” becoming part of the police toolbox. This theme is not new, although it used to be called "walking the beat, and knowing your beat". Some officers, who are each a credit to their profession, have been employing that tool for a long time. And, in some regards, to steal a phrase from the American Nurses' Association, "Patient Care is Everywhere!" Some of the practitioners are not formally licensed in health professions. And, some of us simply see it as being a good neighbor.