Before entering the field, the Minneapolis St. Paul International Airport, I expected an intense underground web of crime underneath the painfully safe, intense monotony of the airport I experienced as a passenger. What I found rather a sociological perspective fueled by the analyzation of seemingly mundane events—the seeming monotony I dreaded has the same complexity of such things like a Hollywood style drug bust when looked through the sociological thinking lens. I gained access to the site through an opportunity discussed in class, provided by a peer. After exchanging emails with the head of airport police, I was given the specific instructions to meet at the appropriate location inside the airport. The airport itself was a mixture of newer and older wings, a sprawled out city of nearly empty hallways. Almost all of the airport was effected in some way by the in process renovation so finding locations was sometimes an issue, and even caused some confusion among the staff at times. On Wednesday, October 5, after two light rail and an escalator ride, I found myself standing in front of the thick window panes separating the hub of the airport police department from the rest of the civilian’s airport. A common misconception, one I had myself, about airport security is that the police department is synonymous with the TSA, but the airport does in fact have a basic yet fully functioning separate police department. Complete with holding cells, desk cubicles for report
One evening in August of 2017, I was shopping with my mom, little sister, grandma, and aunt. That Saturday, we were in Greenwood, Indiana, at the Greenwood Park Mall. That evening, we were walking through Von Maur on our way to the parking lot at JC Penny’s, where we were parked. As we were walking through the high-end store, there were two police officers escorting a middle-aged man up to the second floor of the store via the escalator.
Ground Zero Response Log In the essay "Ground Zero," Suzanne Berne shares an extremely emotional experience of her visit to Ground Zero in New York's financial district. The site where the World Trade Center once stood before the tragic events of 9/11. While sharing her experience, Berne uses imagery, figurative language, and tone to make the reader visualize and feel as she did. By using these stylistic elements, Berne shows the reader just how strong and sentimental her experience was.
The sound of blaring car horns and chatter of important phone conversations filled the city of Washington D.C. Men and Women dressed in business attire raced frantically up and down faintly painted crosswalks pushing by me as if I weren't there. A place I once thought was professional and mindful turned out to be more deceiving than I imagined. as I walked through the city I realized it was a place of chaos and oblivious people. I walked around the city for a few minutes before I discovered Pershing Park ( a park known for its protests). Along the perimeter of the park I saw mostly business people walking in and out of government buildings and occasionally a tourist snapping pictures next to a historic landmark.
On the fateful day of May 13th 1985, the police decided to bomb the compound of the radical, motivated organization called MOVE. Leading up to the final confrontation, MOVE had been involved in many standoffs with the Philadelphia police and city government. Regardless of the complexity of the situation, there are no circumstances when dropping a bomb onto a residential neighborhood onto a house, full of men, women, and children, would be acceptable. The officials commanding the operation lacked a display of consideration for human lives, and also respect for the neighboring people and properties surrounding the MOVE compound. The MOVE bombing also epitomizes larger issues of both racial and class prejudices that are prevalent in American
At about two thirty in the afternoon on October 31, 1963, a detective with the Cleveland police department was near the location of 1276 Euclid Avenue, Cleveland, Ohio. The detective was Martin McFadden who has been a police officer for thirty-nine years, and for thirty-five of those years he has been a detective. Detective McFadden for the past thirty years has been patrolling the downtown business district for shoplifters and pick picketers. In doing this, McFadden had developed a routine around how he observes people. On this day, John W. Terry and Richard Chilton caught the attention of detective McFadden. Detective McFadden observed both Terry and Chilton standing in front of a shopping store. One of the men would walk south on Hurron Road and then look into a store window, and then walk a short distance farther, and then turn back to
“Street cops have a homeland security mission, whether as part of a formal agency strategy, a particular duty assignment, or simply a new facet to our perpetual role as the first in line of protection for our communities. Some of the most significant post-9/11 changes to law enforcement are seen in the developing role of the street cop as a homeland security protector, no longer could intelligence gathering be a task limited to part of the detective division.” (Policeonecom, 2016)
You 'd think from all the equpiment that the police officers wear, they 'd be safe and set to go.
You’d think from all the equipment police officers wear, they’d be safe and set to go. Police
And when we speak of the authorities, it’s the police who on a day-to-day basis must contend with the rubble left behind from more than two decades of disturbingly misguided public policy. Goffman describes how “a climate of fear and suspicion pervades everyday life,” with the result that “a new social fabric is emerging under the threat of confinement: one woven in suspicion, distrust and the paranoiac practices of secrecy, evasion and unpredictability.” To her credit, she didn’t set out with this notion; rather, it’s where she landed after six years of up-close
-Jenkins, Brian Michael. "Why Terrorists Attack Airports." CNN. Cable News Network, 25 Jan. 2011. Web. 10 Mar. 2016.
When I was in the HGK last September, people in uniforms could be found anywhere around in the terminal. Since the whole airport was shut down to prepare for the storm, thousands of passengers were trapped in the airport. To prevent any trouble, the police officers were
So, as you can imagine, I was a bit surprised when two cops showed up at my apartment door six months ago. The fish eye view outside my door’s peephole showed me a uniform. The other one wore a suit with a tie, probably a detective. Did one of my clients decide to get cute and have me busted for doing their dirty work? I opened the door a crack, just the right width for your average citizen. I was already reaching for the four-inch blade I kept at my back when they broke the news to me.
Alex delineates that as bad as life might seem, the kids at Paranoid Park have it worse. Forsaken by their families and estranged from the established social structure, these delinquents live on their own terms. The park, itself, is built illegally under the Eastside Bridge by the hands of these discarded boarders. Beer bottles and garbage are strewn across the ground and arbitrary “Cholo graffiti” cover the walls.
In order to visit my family in Rhode Island over the Thanksgiving holiday weekend, I decided that the quickest travel option would be to take a Southwest Airlines flight from Baltimore-Washington International Airport (BWI) to T.F. Green Airport (PVD). Anticipating the high volume of people also trying to travel during the holiday season, I decided to arrive at the airport couple of hours early to ensure that I would be able to check my bags, go through TSA security, and have enough time to go to the restroom before boarding for Southwest began. Between the time of arrival at the airport and the time a plane leaves the gate for take-off, I noticed that within the airport, in order to eventually board their respective aircrafts, travelers must navigate through multiple queues, which are “line[s] of persons waiting in turn to be served, according, to order of arrival” (Mann, 3). In engaging in these queues, passengers are participating in serially coordinated actions, in which multiple people are attempting to do the same thing at the same time, such that some must wait while others engage in the activity.
So the day of the assignment it was the first thing that came to mind, and it made it much easier that I can actually drive to the airport and uncover it myself. I hope you’re ready but here it goes. The Denver International Airport is deemed to be one of the daunting places on earth. It’s believed that the airport is a new world order command bunkers with underground tunnels. Tunnels? Why? I ran to google. This led