The most recent several years have shed a spotlight on law enforcement’s good, bad, and ugly. The shooting of Michael Brown in Ferguson, Missouri. Charles Kinsey, a therapist, was shot while trying to protect his autistic client in Miami in the summer of 2016. This list goes on and on. The shootings of unarmed black men spurred thousands across the country to stand in protects, some peaceful and some violent.
While every profession has those who represent our best ideals, every profession also have their negative outliers. While this is certainly true, professions that hold positions of power are in jeopardy of abuse of power which can have a damaging effect on society.
“Liberty may be endangered by the abuse of Liberty, but also by the abuse of power.”
– James Madison
Consequently, the public’s view of law enforcement has expanded and perhaps view points are now more complex than they ever were. Norman Rockwell’s portrait of the dutiful policeman sitting on a diner stool while talking to a sweet, young boy is our ideal, or rather the ideal of white society’s idea of a police officer.
But, what about the untold stories of those behind the veil of the badge? I am referring to the spouses and children of cops. The subsequent blogs, I will chronically life and growing up in the 70’s and 80’s as a cop’s daughter.
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