I come from a place in Africa where the lines between the criminals and police are blurred. Really, there are no lines. The police could be the robbers, and often roamed the streets as gangs of armed, uniformed thugs. The police often would pull people over on the road from the airport and rob them, knowing that these travelers came from abroad, and had expensive goods and lots of cash. As for the “criminals” in jail, they could really be bad guys. More likely, they were there for their political beliefs/activities, or for inappropriate remarks about the President of the country.
Now, I have been here in the U.S. for some time. I have never been exposed to police officers on any level. I have heard all the gripes about the police harassing minorities, and all that. And then there are the TV shows and movies. Whenever there is a police officer nearby, I always seemed to retreat, almost mechanically and subconsciously, without much thought.
In my apartment building, a police man lives there. His squad car is in the parking lot. One day, as I was approaching the elevator, I saw him. At first, I didn’t realize that it was him, the officer. He was in his workout clothes. He held the door open until I got in and then pressed 5 for my floor. I thought, “What an absolute gentleman!”. Then I noticed his jacket with the police department insignia, and what looked like his equipment belt. As the realization was dawning, I noticed the Look from him. With his dark blue eyes, he gave me a long, deep stare from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, and through me, not missing a detail. Like an X-ray scan. The Look. It was a mixture of deep, deep suspicion, distrust, fear, and curiosity. I thought in amazement, “He thinks that I am going to hurt him! Why???”. I tried to diffuse the slight tension with some humor. He laughed but the Look, the expression was still there.
I was offended by the look and yet intrigued by it. Offended because I wondered if I looked like a criminal. It couldn’t be. Yes, I am a black female, but I was wearing a business suit, coming home from work. Now, I was intrigued. I had to know what could cause such a Look of outer weariness.
I started to do research on the Net, and discovered police fora with Ask as a Cop. And so I ask. Where does this Look come from? What could be causing it? Is it just him and his bad experiences with people? Or are cops like this with the non-cop public? Is it difficult to tell apart the criminals or criminally-minded from the rest? What can I do to reach out?


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