In my observation, and that is only based on what I have seen on the news on TV
, there seems to be an ilk of certain young men who absolutely will not stop when ordered to do so by police. They would rather cocky-walk, cake-walk away, or do little dances, and simply not comply. Then, they seem to wonder, as do some communities, why they get treated as the enemny, or at the very least, as beligerents.
Why is that?For example, if I were ever stopped for any reason whatsoever by police, my first impulse would be to co-operate and further ask how I could be more compliant and helpful.
I can offer two examples of that:
1. While traveling south on Rt81, in Upstate NY, several years ago, I noticed a warning being flashed and sounded on my new (it was 2004-ish) BMW's dashboard which announced that I was having a flat tire. The car was urgent about having me pull over. However, on that particular stretch of the roadway, it was uphill and on a sharp curve, with its shoulder barely visible to traffic behind me, so when I reached the top of the hill, I saw a "For Emergency Use Only" dirt lane that stretched between the north and south lanes. So, I pulled in there to assess my predicament. I got out of the car and examined each wheel. I saw no deflating.
Just then, a NY State Trooper saw my car and came into the little roadway, so I walked toward his vehicle and waved hello. He got out and told me to stop walking toward him and mentioned that the roadway was for "emergencies." I told him it was an emergency and invited him to get into my car to see what the dashboard had been signaling to me. He got into the driver's seat, which I thought was very trusting of him since it left me standing above him on the outside of the car. He saw the warning on the dashboard and seemed to believe my explanation that the car was new to me, resulting in my being unsure about what to do.
He invited me to travel downhill to the parallel Rt.11 to a friend of his who had an automotive repair shop, and he called the friend ahead to tell him I was coming. I felt treated exceptionally well by that very pleasant trooper.
2. One New Year's Eve, my wife and I were traveling back from a party. We had both been drinking champagne a couple hours earlier, and she was a little "buzzed", but we were only a sort distance from home. We presented quite the partying picture, I suppose: I was wearing black-tie, and my wife was nestled into her full-length mink coat, open at the torso, and black sequined gown, in the front seat, and looked a million. A "Check-point" (I think that's what they are called) had been set up across the entire road. We were fourth in-line. I felt the impending examination would be exciting, something different for us to experience. So, when we pulled up next to the officer in-charge, I asked if he would like us to get out of the car. He said that we need not bother and motioned us to drive past the check point and to have a nice day. However, I offered that I was happy to be stopped and that I thought it was a good idea to have such a check-point on such a day. He laughed and said, "Go home, now." We smiled and wished him a safe and happy New Year.
Frankly, when I see police, anywhere, I feel good. I often wave in respect if I am walking my 2-mi , for example. They wave back.
It would never occur to me to run away or refuse to obey an order.