In my *vast* experience of being associated with LEOs (8 years and counting…), I have found there are two camps.
Camp A (A for Awesome): People who find honor in the badge, and integrity in those that wear it.
Camp B (B for Butthead): People who assume ALL who wear the badge are corrupt.
Camp A Folks: I was raised in a liberal household. My parents were shocked (read: appalled?) when I told them MC took me to the range and worse, that I was a great shot, and worse still, that I *liked* it. I was taught by MC the safety aspects of having a firearm in the house, and I knew it was important, should we take our relationship further, that I know how a firearm worked. I had never held a gun, nor seen one out of a duty belt (which already tells you a little about me).
I had a respect for the power of the weapon. As MC would tell me, I had a healthy fear of the possibilities. Even before I met and started dating MC, I had that same level of respect and healthy fear of the police. If someone with a badge told me to sit down, I’d do it. If someone with a badge told me to shut up, I’d do it. If someone with a badge asked me what I’d been smoking, I’d pee my pants. If someone told me I’d marry a badge, I’d laugh.
Camp B Folks: From just one single spouse of a LEO, I apologize that you have been so severely scarred by society and the “bad seeds” out there that you think all LEOs are corrupt. I am sorry that you go through life with such disdain for people who, speaking for the large majority of them, would take a bullet to save any one of your lives. I am sorry that the one bad seed that you encountered, or your dad encountered, or your best friend’s uncle’s roommate’s sister encountered so skewed your view of someone that goes to talk to Girl Scout Troops about respecting authority or that would stand up to the crazy gunman just because it’s in his job description.
Though I say all of this to you as the wife of MC, who has never, in his career, done anything to dishonor the badge or the oath he took when his Mom pinned it on his chest. Just knowing there is at least ONE “good cop” out there should gives this “glass half
full empty” kind of person some hope. But that’s coming from this “glass half full” kind of person.