Being an eyewitness more than once: My experiences with police

You are bound to have your own opinion on the subject of law enforcement, and for some folks, this is a charged subject as controversial as politics or religion. Hate them if you must, but disbanding police units, such as some pushed during the George Floyd riots across the U.S., has proved to be a disaster in full bloom. What then do I think of the police?

Most adults have almost certainly had some kind of contact with police, be it for a traffic violation or in providing witness testimony for a crime. Once, I was fortunate (if you could call it that) to be an eyewitness to a woman who attempted to bash her cheating husband with her car.

Her husband was in one car with their young toddler on board. Just as they were attempting to depart their house, the wife caught them in another car, accelerated, and ran into them broadside. The husband was screaming out the window at her warning that their child was aboard the car. She hit them hard, backed up, and hit them again and again. She hit them so many times that her car was breathing its last breath, at which point she rammed her damaged car hard into the side of their house.

Having exhausted the car option, the woman exited and began a hapless fist-to-cuff with her husband on their front lawn, toddler all the while bawling away in the back of the stricken car. Attempted murder and a hefty array of other crimes against children is what she chalked up for the husband’s case against her.

The police officers who responded asked me to make a statement as an eyewitness as I had come upon the event while riding my bicycle. I did my best, and the cop who I interfaced with was cordial and decent in all his interactions with me. I chalked that experience as a good and positive one, appreciating law enforcement all the while.

Change the channel and I was witness to a good solid T-bone event involving two residential automobiles. One simply pulled out in front of a vehicle with right of way causing it to T-bone his car. I was first on the scene. I ran to check on the stunned driver, and I noticed a nine-year-old girl in the back holding her stomach and crying dolefully.

As a cop arrived I walked with him to the scene of the wreck spitting out all of the particulars concerning the accident: the car that had the right of way; the car that struck him; and the fact that there was an injured minor child in the back seat crying… Suddenly, the cop stopped walking and turned to me stating (words to the effect): “Sir, right now you are impeding my ability to conduct my investigation”.

I don’t know positively how those things worked, but I rather thought that the police actually looked for persons who were eyewitnesses to transit accidents and to score one was a positive thing. I left my phone number at the scene of the accident and left post haste.

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That experience affected the way I handled my next serious traffic accident. This one was on the crest of an overpass. Being the first one (again) at the scene of the accident I found the driver to be awake and alert. The inside of the car was filled with white smoke as a result of the deployed airbags. There was a child seat with a toddler strapped in. I released the child restraint straps to free the baby when I looked up and noticed a cop arriving on the scene and getting out of his car.

Fueled by my last experience with Johnny Law, I immediately slipped away, entered my car, and drove away before any cops could recognize or confront me. Was I wrong? I am a product of my environment; the cops affect good and bad experiences among the citizens of their town or city.

I am on the fence nowadays about how I feel about our city’s law enforcement, and will very likely act again in favor of citizen support for the police force. I’m saying that my attitude is 50/50 so it resides in the middle of both good and bad experiences with law enforcement. The aspect that tips the scale with me in favor of cops is the very nature of their job descriptions, one that is woefully dangerous and which they live every day.

I have a soft spot for any profession that – by its nature – requires armed entry into an unknown situation where it is very likely that there will be fatalities. I especially respect the SWAT units across the United States. They often get handed the task of entering a structure where a gunman or gunmen are holed up and daring police to enter.

By Almighty God and with Honor,

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