Cop sirens…..gunshots…. I was shocked by what I was seeing. I had no idea what to do except cry, cry my eyes out. I wiped my tears and ran outside, then I see everyone just standing waiting for the ambulance to come. I was shaking uncontrollably, my brother trying to comfort me I couldn't watch I shut my eyes and… My mother and I got home from going out to eat. My dad was sitting on the brown, fluffy, soft couch. My parents have been arguing alot I had no idea what about and why. I couldn't listen, when my parents argue my body starts shaking, I get queasy and it's hard to pay attention when all they're doing is yelling at each other meanwhile there arguing i’m crying and sometimes even throwing up. That night they started arguing again,
it got bad. I hid in my room crying, gagging, I couldn't help it. My sister Mia, who's 8, Had drops of tears rolling down her face as they're falling onto the soft brown carpet it makes a little puddle one after another...I wonder if she felt the same pain I did. The things they said to each other must've hurt each other's feelings My brother Eric, who is 14, was in the same room trying to comfort us by hugging us tight to his warm self, he knew we never liked to hear this . I could hear them yelling at each other, so they went outside, my dad behind my mom, my dad slams the door behind him, I could tell he was very angry and upset. I shut my eyes and try not to hear anything even though shutting your eyes wouldn't have helped. I pull myself under the covers and that's when I run outside because I hear my dad's truck to start running. I look outside, then quickly wipe my tears. I run out there my dad starts to take off we jump in the car with my mom and take after him my mom called the police “911 medical or emergency?” Im not quite sure what she had said all I heard was the operator on the other end. We stopped and waited to see if my dad would come back, eventually he did. I was too scared to go and say anything to him. I didn’t want anything to do with this fight. I shifted my body outside and yelled “STOP,” with anger all heads turn with the wind blowing in the face of me wiping the tears off my face I have no idea where I got the guts to scream that from but, I did and my dad just ignored the fact that I even said anything and continues to yell at my mom. I think he just gave up at that point because he goes back inside the house and he comes out into the front yard with a gun to his head, the police were all scattered across the lawn. My dad was about to pull the trigger and a loud noise went off, I saw my dad lying on the ground. I was wondering is he okay? What happened? Deep down I knew he wasn't okay, he had just tried to commit suicide and it defiantly hurt me. I feel like he didn’t care. I wonder if he was okay, I think we all were. Slowly walked into the hospital room all the blue and weird machines running i was honestly scared. I never liked the doctors or the hospital. But im glad they helped him get better or trying to come home to his beautiful family. When he came come I saw tears coming everyone's face including my brother. He never cries, but today Eric decided to let it all out. He came home and we all ran to give him gigantic hugs, we loved him very much and hoped he knew that.
"Brooklyn Cop” written by Norman MacCaig, a Scottish poet, is about an American cop who roams the streets tackling crime. Our impression of the stereotypical cop changes throughout the poem as we find that he isn’t all that he is made out to be. This essay will look at how the cop is portrayed and the techniques used to give this impression of him.
Cop in the hood is a book about Peter Moskos experience as a police officer in the eastern district of Baltimore. First, as a sociologist at Harvard, he was very curious about the job of Policing. There is a lot of misconception and myth about the job so what a better way to learn than become one? His coworkers were at first wary of the Harvard liberal, expecting him to do a poor job due to being primarily concerned with his research. Police culture is naturally untrustworthy of outsiders as most citizens have no idea what the job is actually like.
Cop in the Hood has taught me a lot about how police work in a city really is. The chapter titled “911 is a Joke” intrigued me the most, for mostly two reasons. First the story at the beginning of the chapter really put perspective on how some people really live in the inner cities and how a police officer would have to react to the situation. Secondly, growing up in a middle class suburb I was always taught the 911 was only to be called in a time of emergency. It was a sacred number that I had never had to call. Me and my friends would joke on each other and type “911” on our flip phones and threaten to call, but never will. When Moskos said the 911 was a joke I was taken back by it because it when against everything I was taught.
End of Watch (Ayer, 2012) is a film which follows the lives of two police officers, partners Brian Taylor and Mike Zavala, in the Los Angeles Police Department. The movie is shot in the style of a documentary and because of this the film centralized on these two officers and their patrols. When the film began Taylor and Zavala had just successfully apprehended two suspects in a high speed car chase which they were praised for by other officers and members of the department. From then on out the officers made a number of impressive arrests, rescues, and discoveries the two partners made throughout the film. Unfortunately for the Taylor and Zavala, their successfulness in investigating and apprehending locations and suspects of a drug ring caught the attention of the leaders of a Mexican drug cartel.
One of the most disturbing trends in American policing in recent years has been the militarization of police weaponry and tactics. In his new book, “The Rise of the Warrior Cop”, author Radley Balko traces the roots of American law enforcement from the constables of colonial times to present day SWAT teams and special response units. With the high controversy surrounding the “war on drugs” and the “war on terrorism,” policymakers have signed off on a dangerously aggressive style of policing that too often leads to unnecessary deaths and injuries. Some people say that modern law enforcement is on a collision course with our Bill of Rights and is unconstitutional. In the book “ Rise of the Warrior Cop” the author talks about how modern day policing are adapting mostly all military tactic. These wars are more than just metaphors designed to rally public support and secure all the money they can to support these programs. They change the way we think about what the police do. Wars mean shooting first and asking questions later. Wars require military tactics and weaponry. Wars mean civilian casualties. Are we at war with our own people?
The book “The Job: True Tales from the life of a New York City Cop” By Steve Osborne is about Osborne experience in the New York Police Department starting from his early age in the police department as a rookie to retiring as a lieutenant. Osborne worked in the New York Police Department for twenty years and retired in 2003 as a lieutenant and commanding officer of the Manhattan Gang Squad. In the book Osborne, talks about some of his memories throughout his career. Some memories that he will never forget and those that he wishes he never remembers. Most of these memories were about him making collared (arrest) and the experience he had with each of the collared.
Organization is the most important part of any business. In the business of criminal justice, organization is of the highest importance. Every day, hour, and minute must be accounted for, and at the same time all bases must be covered. This brings up a problem when trying to run a precinct that employs a lot of police officers. The Chicago Police Department is the principal law enforcement agency of Chicago, Illinois, in the United States, under the jurisdiction of the Mayor of Chicago. It is the second largest local law enforcement agency in the United States after the New York City Police Department. Chicago’s community policing effort is more extensive and organized than other jurisdictions.
An incident in which a suicidal individual intentionally engages in life- threatening and criminal behavior with a lethal weapon or what appears to be a lethal weapon toward law enforcement officers or civilians to specifically provoke officers to shoot the suicidal individual in self-defense or to protect civilians is known as suicide by cops.
Young people and the police have, for many years, experienced a tense and confrontational relationship (Borgquist & Johnson et al., 1995). This has led to a great wealth of literature based upon the notion of police-youth interaction. Much of this literature has tended to focus upon juvenile criminality and the reasons why young people commit such seemingly high levels of crime. Whilst the relationship between young people and the police force has been widely theorised and explained, there is very little literature on juvenile attiudes towards the police. Research that concerns societies attitudes towards the police force tends to focus upon the views and opinions of adults (Hurst and Frank, 2000). In this first section of my literature review I am going to focus upon work that allows us to gain a deeper understanding of why young people are so important when looking at crime. This section will allow us to comprehend the ways in which, literature suggests, young people view the police. This knowledge will provide a basis for my research in which I look more specifically at youth attitudes towards PCSO’s.
No societal foundation links citizens so in depth to the government such as police. This limb of government defends against total chaos and maintains something such as the order of laws and due process in the democracy that is the United States is.
I showed up at the hospital about thirty minutes later. I was so scared and did not know what to expect. I did not know if my father was dead, ...
“One afternoon, my driver and I were coming down a hill, and all of the sudden, we heard gun shots that were coming down the air from a shooter on a helicopter. Our harts were biting as hard as they had never done before. It was a very intense and dangerous moment, that through the entire time, I thought I was going to die. That was all that was in my mind. However, my driver managed to get away from the helicopter and stopped until we were safe.”
It all started one hot summer morning at sunrise, July 5th 2012 around 3 am the day after the 4th of July holiday. I was awakened by the crying and screaming of my family over me yelling at me “Get UP FUNMI PLEASE”! And as I jumped up startled and shaking wondering what’s going on walking into my, mother’s room seeing a rainfall of tears fall down her face, she then tells me with the most hurtful voice ever “YOUR BROTHER HAS BEEN SHOT AND KILLED”! I completely went into shock as, I could feel my heart drop I started to panic badly wishing, and praying, and hoping saying to myself I wish that someone would pinch me, and wake me up from this terrible dream. The news I had gotten at that moment felt so unreal never would a day go pass in, which I would have thought about going through a loss of one of my siblings this soon.
This course has helped me in many ways, especially time management, health, and money. Instead of having a very relaxing week and then panicking at the end of the week when everything is due, this course has helped me to plan out my studies. Planning them out helps me produce higher quality work and assists me with my stress problem. One thing that has helped a lot is getting short easy assignments or parts of assignments done in short periods of extra time I have. For example, instead of turning on that TV, wait ten minutes and knock out an assignment. Another asset for myself has been setting dates to have assignments done. Although these assignments may not be due on that day, getting them done and out of the way, makes more time for other
The reckless driver hit us straight on, then “Bang!” a loud noise resonated through the air, and abruptly my body flew out and hit the pavement of the road. Everything around me was simply a white haze for a few seconds after the impact. My body felt extremely heavy and the sharp pain throbbed throughout my face and body. Lying there on the rough asphalt, I faintly heard my mom and Carrie call out to me, “Sydney! Sydney! Are you okay? Answer me! Sydney!” I wanted I speak up and answer them, nonetheless, it was useless, my voice just wouldn’t make a sound. The desperation in Carrie’s and my mom’s voices reverberated to me across from where I was lying. My mom frantically ran up to my side and hugged me tightly in her arms. Blood was squirting out of her pinky, where the top of her finger had been severed. The places where my mom’s tears fell, stung my wounds, nevertheless, it was nothing compared to each little movements that caused the pains to electrify through my body severely. Every second was hell, the pain was just utterly agonizing and tormenting. Whether it was due to the pain or the exhaustion my body suffered, my mind slowly drifted off and I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. As my eyes gradually closed, the blazing siren seemed to have grown louder little by