The problem can be neatly summed up by the absurdity of a hashtag like #NotAllKlansmen.
When we were kids, we white folks of a certain age were encouraged to believe that the police were The Good Guys. We played Cops-n-Robbers, we sometimes pretended to be Ponch and Jon on our bikes, and we were told to approach beat cops with problems we felt ill-equipped to handle, whether it be some lunkhead neighborhood bully giving us grief, or our kitten being stuck up a tree. And many cops probably took that righteous Public Servant image to heart. To this day you can still read “To Protect and Serve” on the sides of many a police cruiser.
I used to think those cops were not only on my side (as a self-identified Good Guy), but on the side of all us law-abiding Good Guys and Gals. There was a time when if a cop needed my help identifying or apprehending a suspect, I’d have gladly helped, no questions asked, because my default assumption would have been that the cop was acting in his capacity as duly-sworn Peace Officer, Public Servant, Defender of the Downtrodden, and Champion of the Common Schlub. Now I’ll be damned if I’ll help out. FFS, I’m even conflicted when I see an Amber Alert go up on a freeway sign. If I spot the vehicle in question, should I call it in and potentially help save a life? Or will my hand be stayed by the doubt planted years ago in the back of my mind that maybe, juuuust maybe the fugitive in question is no child abductor, but simply someone who’s gotten himself in dutch with the Powers That Be, and maybe those Powers aren’t above misusing or abusing all the crowdsource fugitive-nabbing resources they can bring to bear just to catch this guy (Whistleblower? Kidnapper? Roddy Piper in They Live? How the hell am I supposed to know?!).
I know I’ve read too much dystopic sci-fi and seen too many movies (Enemy of the State, anyone?), so Occam’s Razor is gonna make me call in that Amber Alert sighting, so y’all can let go of yer pearls… but that doubt is brought on by the actions of actual nonfictional law enforcement officers, not mustache-twirling Buford T. Justice clones. Cops generally leave me alone since I’m white and I haven’t yet caused them much inconvenience, but I’m not blind to what they routinely do to my friends and neighbors, ostensibly (though falsely) in the name of Keeping The Peace. There was a time when I felt that most bad cops were isolated “bad apples” that would quickly be drummed out of the force when their misdeeds became known, but Christ on a pogo stick, when was the last time any of us heard of a cop being fired or prosecuted for any egregious misdeed up to and including murder? There simply is no recourse, there exists no actual process by which bad cops can be removed from duty or prosecuted for their crimes. They have become lawless gangs of thugs, answerable to precisely no-one, and even a hypothetical good cop apparently has no actual limitation placed upon his behavior should he one day decide to do something other than protecting and serving.
So the burden of proof now lies upon them to demonstrate that they exist for the common good. They have disproven that idea so very often, and tarnished that badge to a shitty black patina that no known solvent can clean off, to a degree that now I distrust those fuckers completely. I hope to god nobody assaults my wife or kidnaps one of my kids, because if I have to ask the LAPD, the Pasadena Police, or the L.A. County Sheriffs for their help, Jesus wept, God help me. I believe I could hope for a better result if I shone a bat-shaped spotlight onto a passing cloud. Or turned myself into Charles Bronson.