I’m tired of constantly being fed this narrative about how hard it is to be a cop and how me must pity and coddle them while we beg for our lives and our rights and those of our friends.
I’m tired of being told that we must always, always at every turn remember that some of them are good, although the “good” ones are constantly using this statement as a way to shut down and derail criticism of the definitely bad cops.
I’m tired of hearing that they’re all really heroes, and that it is necessary to occasionally spill the blood of black innocents on the altar of that heroism, because they’re so, so desperately afraid that mistakes get made.
Let me start to explain a few reasons why I refuse to play out this melodrama anymore.
Let’s start with that underpaid, overworked, tired and battered shit, shall we?
As it turns out, the junior-most, lowest paid 10% of cops are earning a little more than 33k a year, which is at least 50% more than an E2 (army enlisted officer, second rank), for reference. That’s right! The guy that arrested you at the “fight for 15” rally is earning, at the absolute lowest, more than 15. And that’s the low end. The middle of the road for police is more like 55k, which is about twice what a newly minted E6 (staff sergeant) makes in the army. Police higher up the chain can earn all the way into six figures.
“But they’re putting their life on the line every day!” you might say
Did you know that store clerks are more than twice as likely to be homicide victims on the job when compared to police? No one seems to think about this when they go into retail, but it’s one of the worst jobs out there for murder risk. The same BLS statistics show that more police die in roadway accidents than are homicide victims. Even with the roadway and homicide deaths combined, more people are dying in the course of retail work. As far as overall death rates, including traffic incidents, loggers and fishers each have more than twice the workplace fatalities that police do.