BCtruck’s encounters with police by you guessed it BCtruck…
Where do I start? Is this even of any interest to people on a survival blog? Have I been perhaps a little to open and vocal about my hatred for bad cops? Have I insulted cops that didn’t fall into that category? The answer is yes to all those questions.
I’ll start at the beginning. I grew up in the 60′s. I grew up believing that the world was a good and happy place, that people were basically honest, and that there weren’t people that derived pleasure from harming others, whether that harm came in the physical form or financial form. I also grew up believing that the police were your friends and would help you if you were in danger and protect you if you couldn’t protect yourself.
Then, at 17, I joined the army and was attached to a mobile military police unit as a truck driver. Being a mobile unit meant that nearly every month, at a moments notice, we had to be ready to load our gear and roll,in as short a time as possible.It was my job to secure the equipment,like small arms,ammo, C-rations, water buffalo, and a 500 gallon tanker with potable water. We would load up and head to the field for a night, or several weeks.
It was during that time that I became aware of the fact that these policeman I was Breaking my back to feed, water and haul around, thought of me not as another soldier,or even equal on a human level, but as a sub human entity that wasn’t worthy of the respect or decency that they treated each other with. I passed off my 3 year experience with military cops as not being indicative of the way real cops were. Civilians wouldn’t be like that. They had far more stringent requirements to be accepted as police officers in the civilian world.
I returned to the states and bought a motorcycle and traveled the country following my nose and enjoying Gods creations of mountains and sunsets and people i would meet.I was constantly pulled over though, often, for nothing other than the fact that I had long hair and a bushy beard. Those early years of being on my own taught me the delicate dance one has to learn to do,around the giant egos of police officers. Rule number one was never make direct eye contact, that was a sign that you were equal and cops wouldn’t have that kind of bad behavior. Rule number two, don’t use big words or appear to have an intellect that was equal to or God forbid, exceeding theirs. Cops entire psyche is centered around a belief that they are superior to non cops.
I eventually went into trucking around 1982 and that was when i started coming into contact with police on a daily basis. Police at scales, at every weigh station, at every state line.You had city cops, county cops, state cops. Cops that were in charge of making sure you had a permit for their state, cops whose job it was to make sure you bought fuel in their state, cops that wanted to check your load to make sure it was “secure” (that usually meant it was something they wanted). You had federal cops that would check your trucks for equipment violations.You had state cops whose job it was to feed the coffers at any and all expense,including the expense of honesty and integrity.
My first memory of just how despicable and dishonest cops are, was when i was pulled over for my first “inspection”, which is just a code word for open your wallet. I had heard about the inspection on the CB radio and pulled over about a mile from the inspection site, to crawl under my truck and adjust my brakes. I got in my truck and went the one mile to the inspection station,feeling pretty smug that I had cheated them out of a ticket.
I pull in, we do the lights, the log book, the permits, and finally he crawls up under my truck. I’m feeling great because I’m certain they cant find an “I” not dotted or a “T” not crossed. He comes out from under my truck and informs me that my brakes are out of adjustment. Of course I told him it wasn’t possible since i pulled over a mile up the road and adjusted them myself. As he is telling me which brakes are out of adjustment, I notice the 9/16ths wrench in his shirt pocket, which just happens to be the size that adjusts the brakes. I realize whats happened and that was the very first experience I had with a cop that was a liar and a thief. Over the years I ran into dozens that were just as dishonest as him.
The last state police inspection thief,was in El paso Texas, headed west, at the pull off right before the flying j. By this time in my career, I knew all the dirty tricks and I expected to pay something at these “inspections” no matter how well maintained my equipment was.The name of the game was not safety, or a concern for the well being of other motorists. It was solely and singularly devoted to the extortion of money from companies that were thousands of miles away and couldn’t possibly justify sending a lawyer to defend against crooked cops who wrote crooked tickets for infractions or violations that didn’t exist.
This cop in El paso, told me my fire extinguisher was in violation. I asked in what way was it in violation? He said its mounted to far back in your side box, I cant reach it, I maintained that the law didn’t require I place it where a 5 foot 4 cop could reach it, but that it was accessible in an emergency, and it didn’t say accessible by who. I could access it, my 5 foot 8 inch wife could access it. I asked if he could show me where it said what height I had to have it accessible to .
He finally gave up on that ticket and wrote me the usual “your license plate light is out”, ticket. It never is, and it wasn’t that time either but its a 75 dollar ticket versus a 300 dollar ticket and its the cost of doing business in Amerika. I pulled into the flying J to replace the license plate light and low and behold,its working fine. Its a miracle!!
I could literally tell you 100,s of stories just like this,but i wont.
Ill just tell you one more story, and its only because I want you to understand the type of egos, bullies or downright mentally ill,you might be encountering. I was looking for an address and had made a couple turns up and down this road and couldn’t find the building I was looking for,when up beside me at the red-light pulls a cop car with its passenger window down. I yelled over my engine, SIR! CAN YOU TELL ME WHERE ACME KNUDLER VALVE IS? The cop leans over and looks up at me, and says Pull over to the side of the road. Not that it matters, but it was a lady cop.But I couldn’t tell that from looking down into the cop car.
All I could see was from the knees to the feet.I pull over,thinking, this must be a really complicated place to get to if she cant just tell me its down the road on the left or right. She walks up to the truck, I shut it off because you cant hear over the engine,and I climb down and walk towards her. She yells for me to get back in my G damn truck. ?????? What the hell is this about?? I get back in my G damn truck and she gets to the door and starts yelling at me for disrespecting her by calling her sir. I’m completely at a loss for words.
I’m totally blown away at how angry she is,even when I invite her to sit in my truck and see what I see. She didn’t care that all I could see was from her knees down and couldn’t possibly see she was a women. She had some how taken this as an insult to her woman hood and an attack on her as a police officer. Friends, these are the kind of nutty loons, dishonest crooks, and blatant lairs, that I have encountered in my 30 plus years as an over the road driver/business owner.
My reason for writing this article is because I’m sure there are people who have not encountered the police like I have. Maybe even some who have never had an encounter at all, and some that are still under the misconception that what we were taught to believe as kids,still holds true. Police are your friend, police are there to help you,police will protect you,and your rights. I’m here to emphatically warn you,and to tell you that without a doubt, its not true and it is dangerous not to recognize that fact.
Blissfully ignorant, is the way I would like to describe those that feel like we all did as kids, about police. Preparedness and survival cover a lot of topics. One of those ways of being prepared is to realize that cops are not your friend and use every opportunity they can, to advance their careers or their arrest stats. Some of the ways they do that are by escalating simple things into something you can be arrested for.
Like the nutty lady cop who found it to be insulting enough that I mistook her knees and shoes for a mans. Mad enough that I was threatened with arrest when I tried to explain that no disrespect was intended and that I simply couldn’t see enough of her, to recognize her as a woman. Cops pose more of a danger to your health, wallet, freedom, possessions, than any other organized criminal group. That is what survival is all about, recognizing potential dangers and forming a plan of action or defense.
When I emailed MD and asked if he would even publish an article on this subject, he said yes, but asked me to be fair and include things that cops had done to help me. I was certain I could think of something. I’ve sat hear idle and thinking for 20 minutes going back through the jasmine in my mind (sorry seals and croft), and I cant find a single solitary time, that I came away from an encounter with a cop, a better person or befitting from the encounter in any way.
For 30 years, my best friend was Jim. Jim and his wife were long-haul truckers like me and my wife. Jim was killed two years ago in June by a frac tech truck, texting. I called her before sending this to MD. I was certain she had a story or two that she cold relate, were her or Jim had a positive encounter with a cop. She pondered and thought through all their police encounters, and she was surprised to say that she couldn’t think of a time when an encounter was good or positive.
In all fairness, my interactions with city cops has been on a far smaller scale then state or county, so perhaps, just maybe, there might be a good and honest city cop. I will say this about “good cops”. If you call yourself a good cop, and you allow other cops to break the law, behave dishonorably, lie, cheat, steal, abuse, bully, or turn your head and allow rights to be violated, then you are NOT, a good cop. Thanks for your time,and I am, from this day forward going to keep my opinions on the matter of cops to myself. I realize, its a very polarizing subject and I certainly don’t wish to alienate anyone from interacting with me here ,because our opinions and personal experiences differ. Love you long time!
M.D. Adds : If you’ve had any good interactions with police (or bad ones) please tell us about it in the comments below…