So, here's the sitch. Last year my 17 year old son started hanging out with a bad crowd, doing drugs, got an MIP, etc. He watched one of his "friends" actually end up in prison and had a huge wake up moment. Since then, he has really turned his life around, it's been about 6 months and he's in school, making good grades, working part time, etc. He's 18 now. Since he was always a great kid growing up, and it seemed like it only lasted a year (god, what a long year), I am putting it down to rebellion. I kind of did the same thing when I was young, so I get it.
The issue is that it seems to me as though local law enforcement kind of put him in their radar back then, and every chance they get, they try and nail him for something. We live in a pretty nice neighborhood, the `burbs, and our neighbors are mostly retired. The other night he was coming home from work and it was late, about 2:00 a.m., and law enforcement pulled him over. At this point he was about 5 blocks away from home and so drove into our driveway. They told him it was for no light over his license plate. That was it. They asked him to get out of the car, which he did. Then they asked him if they could search him. He said, no, and then thought better of it and said yes. So they searched him. During the search, he said he felt pretty invaded. They patted him down three times and emptied his pockets. Then they said, can we search your car? Remember, this is 2:00 in the morning, he just got home from work, he's tired and he just got patted down three times. He said, well, I'm home and I'd really just like to go to bed. At this point our dog is barking, which wakes ME up, and I walk outside and see two police cars outside my house with my son. One of them looks at me and says, is this car registered to you? I said, yes, and he asked me if he can search it. I'm thinking to myself, um, WHY? and also, do they realize it's 2:00 a.m. and I work?? So, I said, "What did you pull my son over for?" He said, "His license plate light was out." I'm thinking really. I asked my son if everything was okay, and that's when he said, well, they searched me. So I looked at them and I said, "No, not tonight, I'm going back to bed". Seriously? They want me to stay up an extra hour so they can go through a parked car? I know they think there were drugs in there or SOMETHING, but I know there wasn't. So he said Fine, and then he looked at my son, and said, "Bye (First Name here), we'll see you later".
Really.
This would have been bad enough, but then for TWO HOURS they parked their cars in front of my house on the other side of the street and proceeded to talk loudly about what a bad mother I was, and how they KNEW there was drugs in the car and I KNEW there drugs in the car and he was a drug dealer, etc. If I could hear it, I know my neighbors could hear it. It was embarrassing. I really felt like they were unprofessional, every third word was a cuss word and I just wanted to go out there and confront them, but I kept thinking, okay, if I go out there and confront them, well, that's stupid, they are police and they are not in a good mood, but at the same time I wasn't going to let them bully me into submission to get up and have them go through the car looking for nonexistent drugs. They were on a mission. I don't know how long they would have searched that car looking for something. I finally went to sleep. I thought I would feel better or differently the next morning, but I find myself getting more upset. These guys are supposed to protect my family, not harass us.
I was thinking about starting a dialogue or something with them, but is that stirring up a nest? I feel like a reasonable person, and I think I know where they are coming from, but they are really barking up the wrong tree. At the same time, I feel like if we don't all sit down together, that they are going to continue to harass my son. I can't even tell you the number of times he's been pulled over for stupid stuff. They never give him a ticket. In fact, he's never had a ticket or been in an accident. It's just this crowd that he hung out with in his senior year that he never even sees anymore that got him on the radaar. I tell him that eventually it will all fade away, but I can tell you that his faith in the police force is gone. Mine is already gone. Well, with just this one neighborhood patrol. It's actually our County Sheriff patrol. The City PD are all really nice guys, and have helped us out with the usual burb stuff over the last ten years. If there's an issue, I try to call them. I don't even want to see County.
What do I do? What do you think would be reasonable?


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