On the outside looking in, it would seem that this would be the perfect opportunity for the police union to step in and help their members. Police are being asked to enforce ridiculous laws and help the state generate revenue with traffic stops and bogus citations... shaking down citizens and harassing them over the most trivial of infractions. And then we the wonder why police have a bad perception with most people.
And that doesn't have anything to do with police training with regards to making an arrest, subduing an assailant or preventing a situation from escalating out of control.
I'm either anti-union or pro-union, depending on the union and the occupation. In a perfect world, we have no need for unions. But alas...
Police unions don't care about anything other than their members. There are good ones, and there are bad ones. I'll leave that there. There are no police unions here, but I do belong to the PBA. Why? If I'm in a shooting, the County Attorney will protect the county. I need someone on my side, so...PBA.
Ridiculous laws, traffic stops, revenue, bogus citations. Now you're in my wheelhouse. So I'll pick..say...misdemeanor marijuana possession. If I trip over it and you know how to behave, odds are I dump it and send you on your way. That's just me. It's a $770 ticket here, so revenue is not foremost on my mind. Ticket or not, I get paid the same.
Traffic laws. My specialty. I run a lot of traffic. On I-95, I generally ignore anything less than 15 over. But at 15+, I make the stop, and you can talk your way into a ticket, or talk your way out. Anything over 90, it had better be a good story. About half of the accidents I work involve someone going too fast for the prevailing conditions, and my wife drives those same roads, so I give you a cushion, and then I give you a ticket. Not about revenue, about you showing some respect for every other motorist out there.
I make a lot of stops. You give me PC, I make the stop. I have made a lot of arrests for outstanding warrants (including Murder) off of a simple traffic stop. But I almost never get out of the car with my ticket book in hand. Sometimes...you got me here...I'm just shaking the tree to see what falls out. But again, for me it's never about revenue.
I'll put it to you like this: Let's say you're on your way to DisneyWorld with your family. You've been on the road for 8-10 hours. The kids are restless; your wife needs to pee; and you are just about out of good will towards your fellow man. You go by me in my hiding spot at 88. I make the stop. Now, on top of everything else, you're pissed off. I generally pick up on that right away. I ask you a few questions, you answer honestly, and then I walk back to my vehicle. While you get the "I told you to slow down" speech from your spouse.
I see it all the time. I feel your pain.
If it's me, you get a warning, provided that you don't ask me if there's a Dunkin Donuts nearby.
But if you're drunk, or wanted, you go to jail. Where you belong. Weed? If it's traveling herb, I give you the choice. Dump it and move on, or seize it and write the ticket. I'm still waiting for the first person to take "Option B". Over an ounce? You just tied my hands. Sorry.
I can afford to be honest here. If my Sheriff fires me, I still have my full-time job. Personally, I don't think he does, or would, have an issue with anything I've said here.
I make an effort to not get anything on my badge that Brasso won't get off. That has served me well over the years. I'm also mindful of the old saying that "There's no situation that a good cop can't make worse."
Oh...and Go Vols.