Monthly Archive for February, 2010

Another day in the office

written by 200 from 200 Weeks

So here I am on another busy late shift. I have one double-crewed car which should be there for the immediate jobs that come in, the 999 people being beaten up (usually domestic-related), crimes in progress (druggies who have stolen another pack of meat from Asda), & 4 single-crewed cars.

There are 25 ‘jobs on the box’ meaning these are jobs which we either haven’t managed to attend yet or the caller has reported something & wants to see police but then isn’t available to actually see the police.

I go through the jobs to try & work out a kind of importance level to see which to send someone to first.

The first phone call of the day is from an officer saying they and one of the other cars won’t be available as they have to do reports from one of the jobs they attended yesterday because, if they don’t get their report in, they’ll get in trouble with the department which checks reports are in on time.

So we’re down to 1 double-crewed unit & 2 single-crewed.

The early shift still have several officers at a cannabis factory in a rented semi, they’ve been there a few hours & aren’t anywhere near finished their search. The liklihood is that the early turn inspector will be after late turn resources to take over, so that’ll be good.

The first immediate of the day comes in & involves a ‘violent’ shoplifter who is playing security staff up at the local shopping precinct. He gets nicked & his accomplice makes off. Units are sent out to search for the ‘getaway’ car while my only double-crewed unit make their way back to the nick with ‘one on board’.

Great, down to 2 single crewed units & still none of the jobs on the box sorted.

Trouble is, while the immediate is being dealt with the 2 single-crewed units are teeing up arrest enquiries. These are usually attempts to show someone in an office that we are trying to fulfill arrest quotas by endlessly knocking on people’s doors to arrest them for failing to appear at court. Hang on sarge, we’ve got 25 jobs on the box, including 2 dwelling burglaries (high priority) who have been waiting several hours already, plus a couple of domestics one of which looks quite nasty (high priority), you say to the late turn patrol sergeant, and you’re organising arrest enquiries?

Ah, he says back, we’ll get our nuts chewed off by divisional management if we don’t meet our arrest quotas. The fact that I’ll get my nuts chewed off by providing a piss-poor service to the public falls on deaf ears.

So we’re down to no units, 25 jobs on the box, make that 29 ‘cos 4 more came in in the last 30 mins. The neighbourhood officers all seem to be on rest day, courses or invisible apart from PC Evans, who takes a couple of jobs off you that are not on his patch but he’s in the area (he’s like that, bless him), and a hand ful of PCSOs who are mostly keen as mustard but can only deal with a limited amount of jobs. Thankfully, if any anti-social youth or parking problems come in, you know you’ll have that covered.

The 2 units on arrest enquiries tee up their enquiry but don’t actually go to it for ages. If you tell them to go to a job in the meantime they’re always ‘just about to carry out an arrest enquiry’. Eventually, after about 90 minutes and another 6 jobs which have come in, they leave the nick & head off for the arrest enquiry.

The double-crewed car is still in custody, they’ve only just got their prisoner booked in because other prisoners have being queueing ahead of them, so you know they’re out of the game for a while.

Mr Nobby calls in, he’s disgusted about the way police are treating him, he’s been waiting 2 hours for someone to sort out his bloody neighbours, if someone doesn’t arrive in 30 minutes he’s going to the national papers. I envisage myself on the front of the Sun “Police Controller fails to send officer to stop neighbour calling man a twat, nobody dies“. He demands to speak to the Chief Constable, we offer the local sergeant & pass the call on to the local sergeant. Whether the local sergeant calls him back I have no idea but the job is still on the box when I finish work.

The cannabis farm is still being dealt with & although a couple of hours into the shift the early turn inspector hasn’t asked the late turn to take over, not that we have anyone to take over.

We’re still on the phone to several of the people still waiting for attendence from the morning. CSI have managed to cover both the burglaries, so although they haven’t had a police officer yet, at least they’ve had some kind of response, so perhaps we can put them behind the woman who is expecting her violent ex to turn up at any time, even though if he does we’ll probably have to send a dog vehicle from the other side of the county or persuade traffic that they are police officers first & traffic officers second & can they take a domestic, please?

The diversity unit inspector from HQ rings & asks us what we’re doing about the Jewish man who has had grafitti on his garage wall. We’re not doing anything at the moment because all our officers are tied up. But it’s a racist incident & force policy says we should get someone there within the hour & it’s been 5 hours already. Force policy also says I should get someone to my burglary victims within an hour not to mention my vulnerable domestic victims so who trumps whom? The diversity inspector harrumphs & says to get someone there ASAP. I guess he has little boxes he needs to tick as well.

Another double-crewed unit books on, good news. They are tasked for specific patrols under an operation to reduce community fear of burglary & increase detection rates. This means they have to drive round the estates not catching burglars. They give it an operational name which means an inspector in charge of local operations can tick some boxes for his PDR & show he is doing something to increase community satisfaction, it also means that unless someone is being murdered, we can’t use those two officers, even to go & see our burglary victims, bad news.

We’re now over 3 hours into the shift. The 2 single-crewed units doing urgent reports are ‘just about to finish’ when a missing person from another police area is located & an immediate domestic comes in. They get turfed out of the office to the domesic & end up arresting a bloke for smacking his wife in the face & pushing her over.

We have to send PC Evans from neighbourhood to babysit the ‘misper’. Between the three of us – 2 controllers & him, we spend about 2 hours on the phone over the course of the evening trying to get someone from the care home in another police area to come & collect him, failing that – it does fail – we try to arrange to meet the other force on the county border to hand him over to them so they can return him, that also fails, in the end we stick him in a police car & PC Evans drives 50 miles to the care home, but that isn’t until much later.

So, where are we, oh yeah, 34 jobs on the box, 1 double-crewed car in custody with a violent shoplifter, 2 single-crewed cars in custody with a  violent wife-beater, 2 single-crewed cars just come free from 2 arrest enquiries (they snuck another one in) both of which were negative (they weren’t at home, like they’re not at home at 90% of arrest enquiries). They are now free so I task one to go to a burglary that came in about 6 or 7 hours previously, and the other to go & reassure the woman who has pushed her kitchen table against her door in case her ex actually carries out his text threats to firebomb her house.

The call-takers keep sending messages from the other force  & the care home who still haven’t sorted out the misper yet, this just interrupts our flow of work & is unproductive for us as we keep having to stop what we’re doing (sending PCSOs to everything) & you sometimes just want to tell them to go & bother someone else.

The late turn inspector, who is now at the cannabis factory, decides to close it up & finish off the search/siezures in daylight hours the next day, this will require 2 officers to scene-guard. We suggest the double-crewed spec ops unit, but we need the inspector’s authority because they are on ‘protected’ duties, driving round estates. It’s fine so we send them. In the mean time & unbeknown to us the two units who are on their way to our burglary victims & domestic victims are scarfed off by the sergeant to do the scene guard & the burglary patrol is told to resume their patrols.

Twenty minutes later one of our single-crewed units arrives at the crack house & reveals the new plan to us. Great. We then have to ring up the lady with the table against her door, who we have spoken to 3 times already, the last to say an officer would be arriving soon, & tell her back to plan B – we have no idea when an officer will get to her, the most we can realistically do, is tell her to stick a couple of sacks of coal on top of the table (we don’t, but it feels like that sometimes).

It’s 2 hours until the end of the shift, amazingly, largely due to PCSOs we have reduced the jobs on the box down to around 24 but we have a new missing person report & an allegation of a sexual assault. We consult with the sexual assault department who advise us to send a unit we haven’t got to take the initial report & pass it on to them later. It’s a historical assault i.e. it didn’t happen today so it’s not quite as bad as it sounds but will be another job to pass on to the night shift.

Another burglary comes in. We persuade the burglary patrol to take it but on the way they stop a car & breath test the driver. Another successful burglary patrol have a prisoner & another victim to pass on to night turn. We have had a couple of immediates in the mix but fortunately, a firearms unit was in the next town & took one of them & a traffic unit took another; they didn’t result in any arrests.

It’s getting towards night shift so we need to go through the jobs to determine which ones we think night shift should go to & which ones can be put off until tomorrow. We make 13 phone calls advising people (some for the second or third day running) that we won’t attend tonight & will put them on the list for tomorrow. We ask 5 people how long they are prepared to wait up & end up keeping 2 of those jobs open & pushing 3 back to tomorrow. We leave 6 other jobs open for night shift.

When I go off duty PC Evans is still on his way back from another force having taken little Jonny back to his care home. Our double-crewed emergency response car is still dealing with their shoplifter. The burglary car is doing reports on their drink-driver who blew 85 (limit 35). Two single-crewed units will wait another 90 minutes before being relieved by night shift. The other two are still dealing with their domestic assault.

I wonder how many of the jobs from today will still be ‘on the box’ when I come in tomorrow.

The original post can be found http://200weeks.police999.com/archives/2644

Near Misses – But No Organisational Learning

written by Stressed Out Cop from Stressed Out Cop

Risk assessments - are they just a way of apportioning blame when it goes belly up? I'm hearing a lot of talk from senior management about doing a dynamic risk assessment before attending calls, this is all since single patrol has been imposed. It would appear I must even record in detail my rationale if I deviate from this diktak taking into account the risks to be managed.

I've seen the ambulance service is also stricken down by this mindset. I'm aware of three calls the other day where the ambulance control called us because a risk assessment showed they shouldn't attend without police. I'm not talking about high level risks surrounding firearms but perceived low level violence. We will if we have a unit always support our first responder colleagues, but I've noticed they won't even approach the address until we get there.

Already one such call turned into what we call a critical incident because the casualty was at risk of death. If he had died, because there had been police contact a major investigation would have been launched putting every single police officer under scrutiny. It was touch and go at one stage meaning every constable had to justify what he did and why. I had an overview input after he reached hospital and without going in to details could see that, we the police would have got slaughtered had the casualty popped his clogs. A very near miss and suffice to say the single patrol policy and other decisions made by those enjoying their week-end off played a part. I could almost hear the inquest narrative highlighting systemic organisational failings and our retort of being very sorry and promising to learn from our mistakes.

The facts were evident and a number of circumstances conspired together contributing to what would have been the death of an individual. No police officers did anything wrong but the spotlight would have been on them when the blame actually lay elsewhere, around saving money and resources.

I did a report highlighting the issues and somebody higher up will read it and breath a sigh of relief. Will we learn from it as an organisation? I doubt it - but I had all of my team in to discuss things in depth. They are in no doubt they are the ones who would have been left out on a limb and criticised when actually they assisted in saving a life. It will go into their experience banks and some of them with 30 years to go will benefit from it. I'll keep the report to produce when something similar happens and somebody tries to point the finger - stating risk assessments.

Death following police contact includes non crime stuff - like us trying to save life too.

The original post can be found http://stressedoutcop.blogspot.com/2010/02/near-misses-but-no-organisational.html

Twinkle Toes

written by 200 from 200 Weeks

A couple of vids while I recover from yesterday’s long post. (Thanks for the messages of support!)

Pan’s People:

Pans Person:

The original post can be found http://200weeks.police999.com/archives/2640

Satisfied? Confident? You Will Be……

written by inspectorgadget from POLICE INSPECTOR BLOG

Those concerned about “swingeing” cuts in public service budgets will be glad to hear the new Chief Inspector role, “Customer Satisfaction and Public Confidence Silver Commander” will be funded by the abolition of the old Chief Inspector role, “Performance Management and Monitoring Silver Commander”. The lucky appointee will retain the  “Crime Analyst” now to be called a “Public Confidence Analyst”. The money for the IT, expenses, travel and office furniture will come from the Customer Satisfaction and Public Confidence budget instead of the Performance Management and Monitoring budget.

The Public Confidence Analyst will spend her time pouring over data from our various computer systems, trying to predict where and when people who have no confidence in the police might appear or live. She will do this instead of predicting crime trends.

The Chief Inspector will then read the charts she produces, and deploy every single available resource to these areas. Those deployed will wear yellow jackets and walk around on their own being frightfully nice to everyone. This will make these people confident again, or for the first time, depending on how they felt in the first place.

In the areas where there is real crime, instead of the areas where people feel that we havent been frightfully nice for a few years, there will be a very few response officers, probably dealing with far too many calls, with a decreasing number of serviceable vehicles and no recognition at all for what they do.

When you receive a sub-standard “999″ service from these poor devils, you will probably become dissatisfied. If you become dissatisfied, you will appear on the Chief Inspectors chart and you will then receive the service you require.

Too late granted, but we will be frightfully nice about it.

Gadget Note: If you live in an area where people are dissatisfied with the police, you may also have to put up with your house and car being plastered with notes, bossing you about over things like leaving your window open. You will probably have to fill in endless customer satisfaction forms and receive dozens of telephone calls just as you are about to eat your dinner.


The original post can be found http://inspectorgadget.wordpress.com/2010/02/27/satisfied-confident-you-will-be/

The Hole In The Ceiling

written by PC Plastic Fuzz from The Plastic Fuzz

You’re probably sitting there, reading this in the warmth. Perhaps you’ve got the TV or radio on in the background. You feel a bit immortal right now. The thought of death, serious injury or worse - and there is a worse - couldn’t be further from your mind, right now. You get this blasé immortal feeling, like its other people who die, get cancer, get hit by busses and so on, not us, or anyone we know. You have a comfortable feeling, a relaxed awareness of your consciousness, but nothing too deep (I am getting deep, I know, bear with me).

You know when you look up at the sky, you see a bit of cloud, slight shade, a bit overcast etc.....Well that’s what I see, too, usually. All of the above is me. Not sure if I’m unique or if we all feel like this, but I really do often feel quite invincible. Like I have the law of averages on my side "It’s almost impossible I’ll be killed whilst on duty tonight, more chance of getting hit by lightning..." and so on.

Well that is how I felt. You feel slightly different when you are shut in a rancid stinky room, filled with empty bottles of cheap cider, with someone holding a kitchen knife and screaming “I’ll fucking do you, then do myself”. The Knife was being held by a semi-naked man, held up up high, as if he did jab me, it would get me in the eye. All of that pink and fluffy stuff, that invincibility stuff, is now gone and my animal instinct is back. I am no longer a guy who likes a bit of indie folk music, Amstel Beer and the odd bit of golf. Now I am the guy who may just die tonight... All you can hear is your heart beat. Beating fucking fast. You are suddenly aware of your insignificance, your irrelevance on this planet. You realise that the planet could just be a speck of grain within the bullbag of a Yorkshire Terrier (think about it). You realise that the universe is infinite. Infinite!

The best way I can describe how I felt when I thought I was about to be another cop on the Police Roll of Honour, was like this...imagine if the planet was covered by a giant ceiling. The ceiling covers the whole planet and no-one knew what was above that ceiling (i.e the sky). One day some smart arse uncovered a hole in the ceiling and looked up to the sky and saw the awe-inspiring stars, the moon, the never ending sky, a concept they just couldn’t comprehend with their little minds, and in that moment, realised how insignificant we are. People would come from all over the planet to come and stand under this hole and just look up, with their mouths wide open in amazement.

That’s the best way I can describe how I felt and what came to mind. I was sat in a police car the other day guarding a crime scene (letting a PCSO to have a wee and a coffee) and I sat there staring at a post box, day dreaming, thinking about how best to describe my feelings that night that I thought I’d end up dead. This was really the best way to explain what went through my mind. I’m sorry to say I didn’t think of my wife, kids, dog, fiends etc. Nope, I just thought how insignificant I was, how dark and empty things were about to become and how bloody loud my heart was.

However, I’m still alive and may take up a few hobbies now I have my life ahead of me...Krav Maga, for example!

Cheers

© 2006 - 2010 PCSO BLOGGS (The Plastic Fuzz)

The original post can be found http://policecommunitysupportofficer.blogspot.com/2010/02/hole-in-ceiling.html

Institutionally sexist?

written by 200 from 200 Weeks

I’ve mentioned many times about the levels of stress in the control room. I dont want to over- dramatise it as I guess most jobs have their own very different stresses, but it is there.

One of the indicators is often the sound of a headset or telephone being slammed down swiftly followed by the sound of rapid footsteps as the controller heads for the door. This can be for periods ranging from a few minutes to the whole of the rest of the shift.

Tears & tantrums aren’t strangers to the control room although regarding the tears it’s usually the females who exhibit their over-stresses in that way. I don’t know whether the women are more easily affected by stress or whether the blokes just hide it more. I suspect that men just aren’t comfortable admitting that they have the same vulnerabilities.

I’m generally quite a laid back type of bloke. People I work with describe me as calm & unruffled &  think I’m the last one to get stressed. I put this down to the swan effect; all calm & serene on the surface but under the water the legs are paddling like fuck.

So it was interesting to see people’s reactions when the following happened in the same week:
We were on a busy late shift. Amanda was working one of the busy towns. She’d had to deal with lots of jobs with not lots of people to sort them & had to make a couple of phone calls which, judging by her raised abrupt tones, didn’t go too smoothly. It actually did culminate in a slamming down of a phone & a dash out of the room. When this happens most people know about it, if they don’t see or hear it direct they soon catch on to the comments “did you see Amanda?”, “what’s wrong with Amanda?”

She is followed out of the room by one of her mates & a supervisor. They offer comfort, support & sympathy. Amanda cools down for 40 minutes before coming back into the room & over the next hour she gets visits from other members of the team asking her how she is with consolling hands on shoulders or gently friendly rubs of the arm. She gets told that if she needs a break to let someone know & they’ll sort it.

The very next day I’m on a busy shift. I have calls coming from inside & out which I can’t service. An off-duty officer calls in asking for police attendance. I have nobody to send, he is following someone in his own car. He calls back a few minutes later, I still have nobody to send.
He calls back a few more minutes later & unhappy that there is nobody to send – he is presumably more important than everyone else who wants to see an officer – he asks to be put through to the control room inspector.

A few minutes later the inspector comes over & asks what I’m doing about Pc Bloggs. I reply something along the lines of nothing, I dont have anyone to send. I am busy trying to deal with a major RTC. The inspector suggests I need to send someone to Pc Bloggs. I say something about why should Pc Bloggs – off duty – have a better service than anyone else over a suspected traffic offence anyway I still don’t have anyone to send. I am quite stressed by now, quite short & dismissive of the inspector who is interrupting urgent work I need to be doing. No more is said & the inspector walks off.

Nobody gets sent to Pc Bloggs. For all I know Pc Bloggs might still be following the car who’s rear lights might still not be working.

The next day I get called in to the office by the control room inspector. I have a good relationship with him. I have a good relationship with everyone on the shift, which can’t be said for several shift members. I think its because I am easy-going & don’t hold grudges.

The inspector gives me a bollocking for the way I spoke to him. He openly admits that after the incident, two (female) supervisors who had overheard, come up to him later & say the way I spoke go him was out of order, they say ‘are you going to let him get away with it?’ On reflection he agrees saying that although it is out of character it is unacceptable &  he has to be seen not to tolerate that kind of behaviour on the shift.

I find it strange that he knows how out of character it is, yet fails to ask if there was any reason for it.

I take the bollocking & walk out, only to spend the next couple of hours stewing.

During the second half of the shift I ask to see the inspector in the office. I tell him the reason I was unusually short is because prior to coming to work I am told a close family member has an incurable disease &  has just months to live.

I make the observation that if one of the girls on the shift exhibits stress they get taken out of the room, offered support & comfort & time to de-stress but if one of the blokes does it,  he gets a bollocking.

He has no real answer.

My relative dies 5 weeks later. The time from diagnosis until death is just 2 months.

The original post can be found http://200weeks.police999.com/archives/2635

HOCKEY FOR DUMMIES

written by PC COPPERFIELD from The Policeman's Blog

For reasons I can't really explain, I think that (ice) hockey means much more to Canadians than soccer (or football if you'd prefer) does to Brits. It might be because there are so many more options open to youngsters than soccer: rugby and cricket to name but two. But it also might be because Britian is much more divided than Canada, and I'm thinking particularly of class. Hockey is an experience shared by almost everyone here and there's a healthy, some might say frantic, extra-curricular tradition of hockey for children of both sexes and almost all ages, where mothers transport their children vast distances, bake huge quantities of cookies and raise enormous sums of money for hockey tournaments.

Anyway, don't take my word for it, have a look at this commercial for Tim Hortons, the popular chain of coffee shops which features the (not exactly world) famous Sidney Crosby.

The original post can be found http://coppersblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/hockey-for-dummies.html

The Scots are racist – fact

written by 200 from 200 Weeks

At least they could be according to Grampian Police, one of whose offiicers had occasion to visit a shop selling T-shirts in Aberdeen.

The t-shirts have been produced in response to Scotland failing to make the world cup while England are through &  show the words “ABE / Anyone But England / South Africa / 2010. The shirts were produced in the context of the historic rivalry between English & Scottish football fans.

An officer visited the store & pointed out that the shop display showcasing the t-shirts, which have been on sale for 3 months, could cause offence & may be ‘inapropriate’ suggesting the store might like to consider removing them.

A spokesman for the company – Slanj – said: “We have been selling this T-shirt for the past three months and we’ve had a great response. Even the English people who come into the store think it’s a laugh and just a bit of tongue-in-cheek football banter. We’re certainly not being racist. We are the same race as the English. It’s just daft to say it’s offensive.”

A spokesman for Grampian Police said: “The primary role of any police force is to preserve the peace and we would be failing in our duty if we did not make people aware of the potential for disturbance such a window display could cause. The Grampian area, in common with the rest of the country, has recorded incidents relating to nationality and we have a responsibility to do our best to ensure that incidents of this nature are kept to a minimum.

“The public expect no less of us.”

Hmmm, I’m not sure the public actually do really expect the police to be dealing with such issues, attending their burglaries the same day & moving on the drunken & abusive chavs from outside their houses might have a priority far higher up the list from a jokey t-shirt, especially as it transpired that the police had not received one single complaint over the t-shirts.

The original post can be found http://200weeks.police999.com/archives/2632

Will the real blogger please stand up?

written by PC Bloggs from PC Bloggs - a Twenty-first Century Police Officer

Dan Collins invited me along to a real life political/literary function this week: MEP Daniel Hannan in 'conversation' with author Theodore Dalrymple. You can read several different versions of how it went here, here and here.

On attending such a prestigious event, the main concerns of a police blogger are of course, in this order:
  • What should I wear?
  • Will I see anyone I know? Unlikely at an intellectual Tory gathering, but you never know.
  • What name should I use?
  • Having chosen the apposite identity, will Dan Collins blurt out the other one?*
  • Will there be photographers?
  • Will I feel an uncontrollable urge to leap to my feet and ask a question that draws the attention of the entire room, before accidentally revealing my force to a room full of journalists?
Having established none of the answers to the above before setting off from home, I made my way to Chelsea in good time, then lurked around the corner for a good half hour to make Dan think no one was coming.

The event was interesting. Clearly prison doctors have similar dealings with society as police officers, and I found myself agreeing with most of Dalrymple's theories, for example:
  • Crime is not caused by heroin.
  • There's no such thing as an underclass, there are just humans.
  • You have to WANT to be caught to be prosecuted for any half-serious crime nowadays, whereas the police are pretty good at the trivial stuff.
My conclusion is that the NHS is exactly the same as the police, and that by becoming a prison doctor Theodore Dalrymple has managed to combine two of the most entangled bureaucracies in our country. Which probably accounts for why he is generally depicted as pessimistic and morose.

I have a different view. I was once accused by a supervisor of being terribly negative about my work (I know: shock horror), because I'm always pointing out where we're going wrong. But the truth is, I'm not negative. If you are resigned to your fate, if you have given up, or given in, you become quiet and submissive. Those who critique, criticise and debate, do so because they haven't given up. They still believe things can change.

It is when we stop talking about the problems that we really have a problem.










* Yes.


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The original post can be found http://pcbloggs.blogspot.com/2010/02/will-real-blogger-please-stand-up.html

Immigration

written by The Duty Sgt from The Duty Sgt


I watched a really funny programme last week called the day the immigrants left. It wasn’t meant to be a comedy but made me laugh. The idea of the programme was that ‘Brits’ who were unemployed and unable to get jobs due to immigrants ‘stealing’ them all would replace immigrants for three days in their jobs, if they worked hard it could lead to a full time job.

The first group of three who were picked to work in a potato packing factory were amusing. Gold chain wearing and covered in tattoos these were the most vocal who were unable to get jobs and made lots of noise about ‘British is best’ and not being scared of hard work. One didn’t even turn up, he texted in ‘sick’ at midnight five and a half hours before he was due to start s he felt ‘ill’ after a night out. The other two turned up half an hour late and were amazed that they were challenged over this and immediately provided a litany of complex excuses. They then began to complain that they couldn’t understand the foreign managers as they couldn’t speak English properly and asked for English managers. I was cringing in my seat at this point. I totally lost it when the male whose eleven year old daughter was giving him maths lessons blamed the migrant worker for the wrong number of potatoes being packed in a sack.

Please don’t think im brain washed and think all migrants are perfect and the answer to the countries problems. The area I work in is close to a large motorway services and we are regularly called to pick up large groups of males who have arrived in the back of trucks. We arrest them and the Immigration Service instructs us to let them go after a few hours in custody with an address to go to in London. Funnily enough they are never seen again. There is a distinction between people who arrive legally and work, pay taxes and contribute and those who enter illegally and if they work are never on the books and paying taxes.

The problem is that the Police more than most are scared to be accused of stereotyping. So much so that in training we are taught the definition of what it means so we can recognise it and avoid it. For those that are interested it is ‘a pre conceived notion or idea based on no or little fact’. No one can tell me what happens when you are in possession of facts and have done some research. Is this still stereotyping? For this reason you will not find officers making the sort of comments I do in my blog.

I’m privileged in the job I do. I see people from all walks of life in all sorts of situations and have arrested people from a penniless homeless person to a millionaire in his home surrounded by servants. I go behind the scenes in shops and restaurants poke around in some lovely houses and occasionally get to meet some of the rich and famous. Poor living standards, criminal acts, anti social behaviour and lack of respect for authority are not the preserve of any one particular group irrespective of how you define them.

A picture showing Police outside a donut shop? Stereotyping? You decide.

The original post can be found http://thedutysgt.blogspot.com/2010/02/immigration.html