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When one endures negative confrontations with the police, it is quite difficult to get rid of the belief that police officers are corrupt. One negative experience often tampers one’s judgement. This is seen as a detrimental factor when trying to reconstruct pro-social relationships with the police.

Upon returning from my deployment to Iraq, I applied and was accepted into the New York City Police Department Cadet Corps program. I worked with the Community Affairs Unit as a liaison to youth and elderly residents of New York City Housing Authority and as an administrative assistant organizing crime statistics. Wanting a broader understanding of the systems and policies that directly and indirectly influenced people, I pursued a degree in social work. Rather than just enforce laws, I hoped to collaborate with civilians to find more sustainable, practical solutions to their domestic problems, recidivism, alcoholism, and general discontent. Immediately after graduating with my Bachelor’s degree in Social Work, I began the NYPD police academy. I was eager to incorporate social work and police work. I felt I could concurrently enforce the law, provide counseling, help families resolve conflict, and get youth the services they required.

I’d arrived to the tall building located in downtown St. Petersburg. I waited in the holding area, until I was greeted by the Police Chief. He showed me around the building and introduced me to several police officers. After a tour of the building we had a discussion in his office. He looked over my credentials and military records, and he was amazed with all of my accomplishments at a young age. He explained to me how he got involved in law enforcement, and what criticism he faced by people in the community when he was in uniform. He also explained to me how rewarding his career was as a police

But I knew police weren’t all bad. One of my father’s closest friends was a cop. He became a mentor to me and encouraged me to join the force. He told me that I could use the police’s power and resources to help my community." He continues by talking about his experiences in the police force, " So in 1994, I joined the St. Louis Police Department. I quickly realized how naive I’d been. I was floored by the dysfunctional culture I encountered.

Throughout the American history, law enforcement agencies are required to protect and serve their community. Researchers stated that Sir Robert Peel encouraged police officers to engaged within the community by communicating, providing guidance, and helping them through difficult times (Martin, 2011). The biggest challenge in the criminal justice is the dignity within the police force. Law enforcement officers are the symbol of hope and trust in the community. Law enforcement officers have to gain the trust in the community because residents can help them to solve difficult cases. Police officers are held to a high standard, especially when they use their decision-making tools when encountering a crime scene. Police officers are not aware that

In recent years relationships between law enforcement agencies and their citizens have become tremulous and sometimes dangerous. Whether you are under the impression that Officers selflessly stand the front lines ready to protect their community with their lives or even you believe all police are corrupt and evil their profession is a necessary evil. In police culture they often refer to a preverbal thin blue line as the barrier in which they hold between good and evil. Unfortunately that thin blue line has become a line drawn between Officers, citizens and criminals. Those persons that stand on their own side of this line have very different perspectives and

During my tenure as a sworn peace officer, I have been assigned to a patrol division for approximately six years. I have had the opportunity to work patrol in the neighborhoods of all social classes. I have worked patrol in very high gang involved neighborhoods; I have worked patrol in the neighborhoods

Dinner is at half past seven, she called over her shoulder. The screen door banged shut and she was gone. Jackie stood at the door long enough to see the red Chevrolet roll out of the driveway, bearing Judith down a sun-drenched street lined with freshly painted, white picket fences.

Police and community relations of the modern-day America, is significant to the history of American policing and to the challenges and issues that are present within the modern-day time of police and community relations. It is within this vital history of the police and community relations that have taken on different meanings and significance over the past 150 years and has changed the way the police and the community co-exists within the contemporary times of

Dad grew up in Compton and navigated police perceptions daily. Of many of his childhood friends, he was one of the only ones who made it out, amassing a lifetime of survival expertise in the process. Consequently, he implored my brother, and any future sons I may have, to literally live by the aforementioned commandments. Still, tried and true instructions be damned, my brother’s fear was not assuaged; he sweat and paced, anguished by what he could not control. “But dad, it doesn’t matter if I do though!” he screamed, pounding

Even as a law breaking mischievous youth I had always looked up to Police Officers in my neighborhood. I even looked up to them when they would chase my friends and I when we snuck out at night and kicked sprinkler heads off, or got caught drinking underage. I loved to watch the show “Cops” and always pictured myself in the situations being portrayed on television. In my youth I did a lot of things that most people would look down on and police departments may shun you for, but that didn’t stop me from aspiring to join their ranks.

As I was scrolling through Facebook, a breaking news article caught my attention, and it put my thumb to a screeching stop. “The Memphis police officer was the 18th officer shot and killed so far this year,” and I just sat on my couch in denial of what this country was turning into. I couldn’t understand why innocent men and women, who took an oath to protect citizens no matter what cost, where getting shot for one horrific reason: hatred. While growing up, I had a dad during the day, but when 7’oclock came around, he became someone who didn't just have a family to protect. He and his partner had part of a city to guard; even if it meant risking their own lives. My dad turned into Officer David Ambrose.

When Booker arrived back at Tom’s apartment, he was surprised to find the young officer still dressed in a pair of boxers, the only addition to his attire, a pale blue blanket draped over his shoulders. The soft woolen rug conveniently hid the scars on his arms, but it somehow added to the helplessness of his already forlorn persona. Upon closer scrutiny, Booker noticed how incredibly tired his friend looked. The overhead light accentuated the black smudges under his eyes, and stress lines creased his forehead, marring his usually smooth complexion. A shiver of guilt ran down the dark-haired officer’s spine. No matter how he tried to rationalize it to himself, he had abandoned Tom in his hour of need. However, he also felt somewhat justified in doing so. But whether Tom would see it that way remained to be seen, all he could do was try to explain his

“BANG-BANG, OPEN UP” there is a 1 minute silence. And in that silence my life will never be the same. “ WERE COMING IN” the police ram the door. The door to the greatest drug lord's house ever. “QUICK COME ON FIND HIM” the policeman shout out to each other. But the man they were looking for was long gone. Soon the next person they would be looking for was me. But it wouldn't be the police.

This psychological autopsy focuses on the life of police corporal Tyrone Thompson. Corporal Tyrone Thompson was a 32 year-old police corporal working for the Four Paths Police Station, near May Pen, Clarendon in Jamaica (Barrett, 2015). The corporal was originally from Malvern, Saint Elizabeth in Jamaica (Bailey, 2015). Loop Jamaica News (n.d.) and Sutherland (2015) mentioned two immediate family members: his twin brother, Corporal Terrence Thompson, and his father, Owen Thompson. No other family members were alluded to in collected literature. Tyrone Thompson died on Tuesday, July 28, 2015 in Inverness, Manchester from a gunshot wound to the head; there is a large possibility that the individual committed suicide. As said by individuals who