Wow, dude, are you a rookie? When I was rookie I had your attitude somewhat.
I had been in the fleet with a widely mixed group of friends, in college and so forth, but my eyes were never opened so wide as the day I actually started be "in" and seeing the seedy side of things: the hate, the racism, the day to day deplorable conditions that some folks live in, rampant child abuse, a seeming epidemic of child sexual abuse and exploitation, and so forth. The point is, I was so fuggin naive and thought I was so worldy because of my previous "life experience." Yeah, anyway, in college I started a kind of loose dating relationship with a girl who really opened my eyes. We had alot of good conversations and I really didn't realize the prejudice that still existed then and the way some groups of folks were still treated, even right there on campus. She was "victimized," treated poorly at times, and she really got pissed off about it. So did I, but still, I was shocked. I couldn't believe that people were still being treated that way. I mean, c'mon! It was the 90's already! Jesus, I was so naive.
My eyes were really slammed wide open the first time "on the job" that I was accused by dudes of harrassing them because of their skin color, or "C'mon, man, admit it. You're arresting me because I'm black. You aint arrestin' that dude over there, right? 'Cause he's white, right? C'mon, man. Just admit it."
Nothing could have been farther from the truth. I was arresting the "dudes" because they had broken the law. After awhile my blood would boil when I would here that crap, because I heard it on a daily basis. I worked in Milwaukee, on the North side, where the majority of the pop. was african american, so, of course, I heard that about fifty thousand times on any given night/day. After awhile you kind of get tunnel vision, all you think about is how sick you are of being accused of being racist or prejudice or a member of the Klan, or of being called "whitey" or "cracker" or "white boy" or "white meat." Especially when my skin is not light by any means. I'm a 1/4 native american, and look just like my dad. Yet still, I was a "white boy."
But I think what we should remember is that we hear that when we are at work, sometimes the folks really believe what they are saying and sometimes they say it to get under our skin, just to get a rise, throw off our train of thought, fug up our "game." But what about the folks who on a day to day basis are called niggers, spics, blackies, beaners, wet backs...are victims of prejudice...you know what sirissac, we may not see it, but it happens. Whether we choose not to see it, or we are lucky enough to not to have to see it, it happens. Every day. Think about the guys who grew up hearing stories from their grandparents, even their parents. Sins of our father, sins that still happen today.
Take it with a grain of salt dude. I get the impression you're a rookie, because being somewhat seasoned myself, I'm past that, and I think all the senior agents I work with now are passed it as well. The next time you hear "the race card played" tell the dude(s) "playing it" that you're sorry they feel that way. You might even apologize to them for the shid they might have had to put up with in their lives, then remind them that they've broken the law, so they are still getting a citation or arrested...
You might look into an update on Verbal Judo, or some classes on race issues. It might help. Talk your feelings over with someone you trust to be the voice of reason. I had a great partner at the time, and after confiding in him I was ashamed that I had been getting angry with what I percieved as slights, or insults. I thought of Jeanette, that girl from college, and the shid she put up with, and I really was ashamed of myself. Tunnel vision is a nasty, dangerous thing. Think it over, talk it over, take some classes...or just reflect. You carry too much authority and discretion as an officer to be getting upset, pissed off...it throws you off course and you might end up making a decision for the wrong reasons or get distracted and not be taking in your surroundings completely; go from the yellow zone to the white zone - from ready to clueless in the beat on one off kilter comment. Think about it, bro.
Jason
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I had been in the fleet with a widely mixed group of friends, in college and so forth, but my eyes were never opened so wide as the day I actually started be "in" and seeing the seedy side of things: the hate, the racism, the day to day deplorable conditions that some folks live in, rampant child abuse, a seeming epidemic of child sexual abuse and exploitation, and so forth. The point is, I was so fuggin naive and thought I was so worldy because of my previous "life experience." Yeah, anyway, in college I started a kind of loose dating relationship with a girl who really opened my eyes. We had alot of good conversations and I really didn't realize the prejudice that still existed then and the way some groups of folks were still treated, even right there on campus. She was "victimized," treated poorly at times, and she really got pissed off about it. So did I, but still, I was shocked. I couldn't believe that people were still being treated that way. I mean, c'mon! It was the 90's already! Jesus, I was so naive.
My eyes were really slammed wide open the first time "on the job" that I was accused by dudes of harrassing them because of their skin color, or "C'mon, man, admit it. You're arresting me because I'm black. You aint arrestin' that dude over there, right? 'Cause he's white, right? C'mon, man. Just admit it."
Nothing could have been farther from the truth. I was arresting the "dudes" because they had broken the law. After awhile my blood would boil when I would here that crap, because I heard it on a daily basis. I worked in Milwaukee, on the North side, where the majority of the pop. was african american, so, of course, I heard that about fifty thousand times on any given night/day. After awhile you kind of get tunnel vision, all you think about is how sick you are of being accused of being racist or prejudice or a member of the Klan, or of being called "whitey" or "cracker" or "white boy" or "white meat." Especially when my skin is not light by any means. I'm a 1/4 native american, and look just like my dad. Yet still, I was a "white boy."
But I think what we should remember is that we hear that when we are at work, sometimes the folks really believe what they are saying and sometimes they say it to get under our skin, just to get a rise, throw off our train of thought, fug up our "game." But what about the folks who on a day to day basis are called niggers, spics, blackies, beaners, wet backs...are victims of prejudice...you know what sirissac, we may not see it, but it happens. Whether we choose not to see it, or we are lucky enough to not to have to see it, it happens. Every day. Think about the guys who grew up hearing stories from their grandparents, even their parents. Sins of our father, sins that still happen today.
Take it with a grain of salt dude. I get the impression you're a rookie, because being somewhat seasoned myself, I'm past that, and I think all the senior agents I work with now are passed it as well. The next time you hear "the race card played" tell the dude(s) "playing it" that you're sorry they feel that way. You might even apologize to them for the shid they might have had to put up with in their lives, then remind them that they've broken the law, so they are still getting a citation or arrested...
You might look into an update on Verbal Judo, or some classes on race issues. It might help. Talk your feelings over with someone you trust to be the voice of reason. I had a great partner at the time, and after confiding in him I was ashamed that I had been getting angry with what I percieved as slights, or insults. I thought of Jeanette, that girl from college, and the shid she put up with, and I really was ashamed of myself. Tunnel vision is a nasty, dangerous thing. Think it over, talk it over, take some classes...or just reflect. You carry too much authority and discretion as an officer to be getting upset, pissed off...it throws you off course and you might end up making a decision for the wrong reasons or get distracted and not be taking in your surroundings completely; go from the yellow zone to the white zone - from ready to clueless in the beat on one off kilter comment. Think about it, bro.
Jason
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