agent|orange
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So back to this...
I think there are different kinds of respect. Individual and professional. You can respect a profession and yet not respect an individual that happens to be in that profession. Paramedic for example is a profession that I respect the hell out of. Yet, I know more than a few EMTs that are complete horse's backsides. But I don't damn the entire profession based on the actions or attitudes of a few of the members thereof.
And yet, I can respect an individual and not respect their profession. Not disrespect it mind you, but it doesn't garner the immediate respect I might give to something else. Take your profession as an engineer for example. I can respect you as an individual, but don't necessarily believe your profession would or should immediately bring respect in my mind.
Courtesy on the other hand should be assumed both ways in any discourse. Until given a reason not to be of course. But being courteous don't necessarily equal respect. You can be courteous, but not respect the individual or the profession.
Just my thoughts on the matter.
Until cops start being held to a higher standard of adherence to the law they're entrusted to uphold... I'll have a diminished respect for the profession.
Until cops willingly turn their "brothers" in that have unlawfully beaten, murdered or even otherwise falsified police reports... I'll have a diminished respect for the profession.
Until cops realize they're supposed to be benevolent upholders of the law upon citizens of the US instead of malevolent enforcers of the law upon subjects... I'll have a diminished respect for the profession.
My neighbor is almost a perfect example of a cop. This requires some backstory:
I moved into my current house when I was 26. It's a pretty decent sized 2-story on a nice lot. My wife was 24 and we had plates from Virginia. Anyway, the next-door neighbor is a volunteer firefighter and had FOP tags on his truck (of course it's a jacked up F-150) so I'm assuming he was a cop (later confirmed).
Anyway, I move in in November. Come Spring-time it's time for him to tend to his pool. He dumps his pool water into my yard. Starts killing my grass and the excessive intake of chlorine makes my dogs sick. Anyway, he does this while he knows my wife and I are at work.
He does this when he knows (thinks) he won't get caught. Typical behavior. Circumvent ethics when you know you won't pay the piper.
Anyway, he keeps doing this until one day my wife is home and she sees it. She asks him to not dump the water in our yard and he agrees. Fast forward a week and he does it again. This time I caught him in his backyard doing it. I go up to our fenceline (7' privacy fences) and ask him to meet me out front so we can talk about it. He refuses so I just yell over the fence.
That's not how I wanted it to go, but I'm not great at de-escalating a conflict and he was a former cop so obviously he's trained to enflame situations and force submission on his subjects.
So he tells me he has to dump his pool water out and I should deal with it. I inform him his pool water is his problem and not my yards... yadda yadda yadda. He eventually forces me to tell him I have a watershed easement on my property and his chlorinated poolwater is not only killing my property but it's circumventing the stormdrains and is going into a watersystem. That finally gets his attention and he stops.
But he did say that if he were 15 years younger he'd have "climbed over the fence and kicked my ass" for yelling at his wife (which I never did... but making crap up to escalate a problem is another offshoot of his training I guess).
2 weeks after our spectacular display of maturity and problem-solving a rash of tornados come through. His elm tree is knocked into my yard and knocks over a cedar. Again, we'll have to figure this out. So I try to catch him in his yard (hell with going onto his property, this is a castle doctrine state. I'm not that stupid) and it's 2 weeks until I catch him to resolve it.
He ends up talking down to me and lecturing me about how I was rude to not introduce myself when I moved in (this is the South, the existing residents introduce themselves and welcome the new-comer) and he has been a career "civil servant" and how he "knows people like me". I'm assuming by the 2nd quote he thinks I'm probably a spoiled rich kid from the North whose parents have bought him everything from his college degree to his house. I inform him I did 5 in the military and I swear to God his entire tune changed.
Instantly.
He then tells me a fun story about how his station chief is a former Marine and is prickly so that's that.
Just everything about this guy from the dumping of pool water during the day while we're at work to the patronizing lecture to the instant change of tack when I told him I was in the military. My wife, who grew up around cops, pretty much brushed him off with "he's a lot like the guys I grew up with".
Guys like my neighbor are the problem. Cool story, I know.
