Honestly I came on to say exactly what SB1189 has said but they put it much better than I have.
People who think all police are X Y or Z need to give their heads a wobble. Would you say all nurses are X if you'd have a bad experience? Would you say all teachers are Y?
The truth is far more complex than people either know or care to think about. Our police service has been cut to the bone and people wonder why they can't get an officer out to deal with some youths smashing a porch light or selling weed on a pub car park.
I have no time for people who've no experience and don't even bother to educate themselves on the reality of policing in this country before spewing their nonsense.
My father is a police officer, and a damn good one.
I remember waking up one night when I was about 10 to him throwing up and shaking in my mum's arms because he'd taken a call where a man was trying to saw his own head off with a piece of glass due to MH issues. My dad had to deal with that after barely being in the force 5 minutes.
I remember the time we received a letter in the post from the drug addict who my dad had found barely breathing on a park bench and taken to hospital and sat with all night to make sure he was okay. The letter was thanking him for saving his life and staying when no one else was there for him.
I remember when the Manchester arena bomb happened and my Dad was there, out on the streets, not thinking about his own life but trying to defend yours.
I remember when his two friends were murdered by a psychopath who pretended to call them for help and I remember teenagers thinking it was a fun day out to come and shout 'pigs' and other abuse at their funeral.
I remember when he was taken to hospital because someone had attacked him for doing his job and how now his leg has been permanently damaged from it.
I remember him coming home in tears because he'd had to escort bailiffs round to a families house and there was a little girl there who drew him a picture as they were taking away her families possessions. And I know he could still tell you about that now because it stuck with him.
I remember the letters we had stuck on the fridge from school children thanking him for catching bad guys after he'd been into schools to talk to them.
I remember people shouting pig at him in the street where we used to live. And I know that's why we never lived in the same town as he worked again, because he was scared of people knowing and he was right to be.
I remember all the times he's been hit, pushed, bitten, kicked.
I remember all the anger that his team, resources, funding, pension whatever had been cut again.
I could go on. And you know what, my dad still is to this day, despite the abuse, despite the truly harrowing shit he's had to deal with, despite the loss of friends and colleagues, despite the fact there are people like on this thread who thinks he sits around all day in a station sipping tea and ignoring your calls, he still goes to work every day like he has done for the past 30 years.
So yeah. Those of you who haven't witnessed any of that, can fuck off with your 'all police are shit because I rang to report my neighbours cat pissing on my grass and no one turned up'. Frankly, I've no interest in what you think you know.