Love doesn’t mean that a person never hurts anyone. Sometimes love demands that we hurt and even kill. The two officers had to hurt and kill to protect the woman and community.
This is completely false.
Let’s see. My father was a cop for 33 years, I was a cop for only 7. I had to leave the job for medical reasons, and at the time I thought that was a big tragedy, but it wasn’t.
The cop in the story killed to protect his own life. Which he would not have had to do if he hadn’t been there. Did he “have” to? I don’t know. I wasn’t there. The other cop put a suspect in the hospital also to protect himself and to effect the arrest. Did he have to? I don’t know, I wasn’t there. But probably because he was apparently fighting alone. And he shouldn’t have been. This is a rookie mistake because a most basic rule is: you never leave your partner. But I wasn’t there. What I’m pretty sure of is: if they had been together, they could have effected the arrest of one suspect without either killing him or putting him in the hospital.
Now let’s move back. They left the woman alone? The victim they “checked” and was in such good shape they just left her alone? The victim already vulnerable in a place where someone else could attack her? Where, like a lot of victims, she could walk away and not even be there to justify their killing assaulting the two men? Somehow, they checked her so quickly they could still find suspects to chase? LOL! I don’t think so. That victim can so easily go into shock with little or no physical damage and end up in very bad shape. Dead, even.
…where were you officer? Chasing the bad guys with the background music playing in my head…
More rookie mistakes. Because there’s only one #1 rule in policework: C.Y.A. They seem to have ignored this rule entirely. So, the woman isn’t hurt badly enough to need first aid but the punishment for her assault is death? Yeah, he brought in on himself. But here’s my question: did you want to grow up to kill people? Because when you do this job, this is your risk: you put yourself in the constant position of becoming a killer in situations that happen so fast, you don’t have much time for choices, in situations where other people’s actions lead you down this inevitable path to killing someone your Father loves every bit as much as He loves you.
I’m going to tell you something true, factual. Something the FBI lecturer told us in the academy but that we didn’t believe. The job changes you. In serious and basic ways. After a while, you’ll be amazed at what you can justify in yourself. You’ll lose all your old friends. One day you’ll ask yourself what the real difference is between you and the bad guys. And you won’t find much. Power corrupts. Period.
But it’s fun at first, I gotta tell you. You get a great costume to wear and fantastic toys to play with, you get access to places the citizens can’t go, belong to a fairly exclusive club. People will assume you are a real hero, you don’t have to do a thing. They’ll also assume you are a monster, but that just drives you closer to the Blue. You’ll have amazing adventures and start collecting your own personal library of war stories. And it pays so well and has great benefits and you pretty much can’t get fired once you’re past probation.
But it will eat your soul.
