As an aside that makes no difference to anyone and is so far off topic
it's in orbit.....................
I had a pretty good reputation when I was a copper with the street
folks.
I was known as being forgiving and fair and above all HONEST.
When I was in uniform patrol part of my job was shuttling people from
our Court to County jail.
Some of the trustees were people I put in that jail.
They were the cook and clean up guys.
The prisoners I escorted to County always wanted to get there
before 5 p.m. as that was supper time.
I often was invited to eat with the inmates and did.
The food was always decent and often darned good.
No wonder why some homeless and destitute wanted locked
up for the winter.
Free medical care, good food, company of others in the same boat,
free cable t-v (no kidding) library, church services, etc, etc.
I didn't have a lot of cop friends.
Why?
"They" felt I was too much a part of "them" .
I never judged, at least not often, and recall "there but for fortune go I."
Thing is "street people" saved my life on a couple of occasions.
A little human kindness and understanding can go a loooooong way.
We once had a small riot in the "hood". All the cops showed up
and more coming from other jurisdictions.
I was Lt. in charge and quickly sized up the situation.
The people causing the attention were all young ethnics looking
for a target for their frustrations.
Police were that target.
I ordered my men to leave the area and had the other cops rushing
in to return to their own patrol duties.
It worked.
I took the target away. It wasn't fun any longer as the cops were gone.
I realized then that I was ALONE with hundreds of angry ethnics.
GULP. That had a pucker factor of 10!
It worked out quickly as the parents of the young protesters came
and whupped some butt and took the "kiddies" home.
Being raised in "da hood" had it's advantages.