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There are a range of useful and illuminating analyses of the media construction of organised abuse as it became front-page news in the 1980s and 1990s (Kitzinger 2004, Atmore 1997, Kelly 1998), but this book is focused on organised abuse as a criminal practice; as well as a discursive object of study, debate and disagreement. These two dimensions of this topic are inextricably linked because precisely where and how organised abuse is reported to take place is an important determinant of how it is understood. Prior to the 1980s, the predominant view of the police, psychiatrists and other authoritative professionals was that organised abuse occurred primarily outside the family where it was committed by extra-familial ‘paedophiles’. This conceptualisation; of organised abuse has received enduring community support to the present day, where concerns over children’s safety is often framed in terms of their vulnerability to manipulation by ‘paedophiles’ and ‘sex rings’. This view dovetails more generally with the medico-legal and media construction of the ‘paedophile as an external threat to the sanctity of the family and community (Cowburn and Dominelli 2001) but it is confounded by evidence that organised abuse and other forms of serious sexual abuse often originates in the home or in institutions, such as schools and churches, where adults have socially legitimate authority over children.

There is no transparency in the police.

There is one key area in which Zuma has made no attempt at reconciliation whatsoever: criminal justice and security. The ministers of justice, defence, intelligence (now called 'state security' in a throwback to both apartheid and the ANC's old Stalinist past), police and communications are all die-hard Zuma loyalists. Whatever their line functions, they will also play the role they have played so ably to date: keeping Zuma out of court—and making sure the state serves Zuma as it once did Mbeki.

The Special Operations Network was instigated to handle policing duties considered either too unusual or too specialized to be tackled by the regular force. There were thirty departments in all, starting at the more mundane Neighborly Disputes (SO-30) and going onto Literary Detectives (SO-27) and Art Crime (SO-24). Anything below SO-20 was restricted information, although it was common knowledge that the ChronoGuard was SO-12 and Antiterrorism SO-9. It is rumored that SO-1 was the department that polices the SpecOps themselves. Quite what the others do is anyone's guess. What is known is that the individual operatives themselves are mostly ex-military or ex-police and slightly unbalanced. 'If you want to be a SpecOp,' the saying goes, 'act kinda weird...

The statement ‘He adopted the shooters stance’ is a police officer’s license to kill.

The story of my birth that my mother told me went like this: "When you were coming out I wasn't ready yet and neither was the nurse. The nurse tried to push you back in, but I shit on the table and when you came out, you landed in my shit." If there ever was a way to sum things up, the story of my birth was it.

The white policeman was a man who gave an impression of heaviness. It wasn't that he was fat, but he sagged as if with a moral or psychic burden; his shoulders sagged, his eyes sagged, his suit sagged and he sat sagged in his chair, as if his disappointments with the world were bearing down on him. He made it clear that Shahid was one of these disappointments.

They found records and video-cassettes at their place, a deck of cards, a chess set. In other words, everything that's banned.

They heard the thud of wood on flesh. Boot on bone. On teeth. The muffled grunt when a stomach is kicked in. The muted crunch of skull on cement. The gurgle of blood on a man’s breath when his lung is torn by the jagged end of a broken rib. Blue-lipped and dinner-plate-eyed, they watched, mesmerized by something that they sensed but didn’t understand: the absence of caprice in what the policemen did. The abyss where anger should have been. The sober, steady brutality, the economy of it all. They were opening a bottle. Or shutting a tap. Cracking an egg to make an omelette.

They seemed more like machines than humans, and, let’s face it, they are a civilian’s army. An army whose soldiers dressed in costumes and walked and talked like robots, with guns strapped to their waist belts, always looking for an enemy.

To catch the bad guys, you've got to think like a bad guy - and that's why all the best detectives have a dark side...

Trump calls for Muslim leaders to fight terrorists. Great. Will he now address American leaders about ending the terrorism of the police?

Trying to find the proper care in a civilization where only a small part of the population will ever understand what you are going through is a burden many first responders are saddled with. PTSI, injuries, and politics weigh heavily on the officer, yet we continue to turn a blind eye to them. We have made officers into robotic super heroes that aren’t allowed feelings, intellect, or human error. They have been ostracized by society and stripped of their basic human behaviors. We also have yet to admit there are husbands, wives, children, and parents actively involved in these officers’ lives hoping to help them cope with their trauma. Families who do more than make sure they get enough sleep, a hot meal and fresh uniforms in the closet. The faces of the families are yet to be seen.

Twenty-five years is a long time in cop years.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t ever really matter what the truth is. Only what they think it is.

Unreasonable force is illegal. The force used has to be reasonable under the circumstances to protect the police officers and the public

Until the police internal affairs system starts prosecuting and firing a substantial number of corrupt and incompetent police officers, I will not be lighting it up blue!

Vimes had believed all his life that the Watch were called coppers because they carried copper badges, but no, said Carrot, it comes from the old word cappere, to capture.

Wakati Ford Bronco inatoka katika Kiwanda cha Dongyang Pharmaceuticals S.A de C.V. (kilichomilikiwa na mkurugenzi mkuu wa 'methamphetamine' wa Kolonia Santita mfanyabiashara wa Kichina kutoka Chaling, katika jimbo la Hunan, kusini ya kati ya China, Li Dongyang; na mkurugenzi wa usalama wa Kolonia Santita kutoka Lomas de Chapultepec, Mexico City, Gortari Manuel) Daniel Yehuda na Radia Hosni, waliokuwa wakipiga picha kila kitu kilichokuwa kikiingia na kutoka kiwandani kwa ajili ya ripoti ya upelelezi wao ya baadaye, waliiona. Lakini, hawakujua kama ilikuwa ikienda Varsovia kumuua Murphy na Sajini Mogens. Bronco ilipofika Varsovia ilisimama kwa fujo mbele ya SUV ya msafara wa Mtoto wa Rais Debbie Patrocinio Abrego, aliyekuwa ndani ya Mgahawa wa Angus akicheza muziki wa 'mariachi' na John Murphy, huku Mogens akilinda usalama wa kamanda wake na usalama wa baa nzima. Kabla majambazi wa Kolonia Santita hawajaleta madhara au fujo yoyote kwa Vijana wa Tume, polisi walifika eneo lile haraka ilivyowezekana! Kwa msaada wa walinzi wa Debbie! Wale majambazi walipekuliwa na kukutwa na bastola moja ya Akdal Ghost, bunduki mbili za AK-47, na picha nne za Vijana wa Tume ndani ya gari yao. Polisi waliwakamata na kuwapeleka katika kituo cha polisi cha Tume ya Dunia kilichopo Zona Rosa, Mexico City.

We have laws in our country that tell us not to murder or steal and we have police that enforce them. The question is whether you personally need the police to watch you. If they disappeared would you begin killing and thieving because you know no one will come after you, or will you carry on not doing it because it is what you actually believe is right?

We have to be well fed, the gringo tells us, so we can defend the country. In exchange for these pleasures, we cannot let these people down. One must be ready to defend the country against its enemies even at the expense of our own brothers. And, though it's unnecessary to say so, even at the expense of our mother. This might seem like an exaggeration, but the Western world is in danger and we know that the worst danger to the Western world is what they call 'the people.' The trainer shouts, 'Who is our worst enemy?' And we shout, 'The people!' And so on and so on, 'Who is the worst enemy of democracy?' And we all respond, 'The people!' Louder, he says. And we shout with all our might, 'The people, the people, the people." I'm telling you this in the strictest confidence, of course. They call us the Special Forces.

We live in a lawless society with a facade of law enforcement.

There are not so many murders in this township, I think to myself, and not so few policemen, that a killing should be treated like an old woman who has lost her cat.

There is an intentional disregard for human health and safety in many government agencies that are tasked with protecting it.

There is no shortage of despicable law enforcement departments in the USA.

There will always be motive for crime, if we ever get to a point where people attacking each other in the streets is commonplace, at that point society has failed.

The statement ‘The dispatcher told me he had a gun’ is a police officer’s license to kill.

The statement 'I thought he was reaching for a gun' is a police officers license to kill.

The truth is that the police reflect America in all of its will and fear, and whatever we might make of the country's criminal justice policy, it cannot be said that it was imposed by a repressive minority. The abuses that have followed from these policies--the sprawling carceral state, the random detention of black people, the torture of suspects--are the product of democratic will. And so to challenge the police is to challenge the American people who send them into the ghettos armed with the same self-generated fears that compelled the people who think they are white to flee the cities and into the Dream. The problem with police is not that they are fascist pigs but that our country is ruled by majoritarian pigs.

They are watching me...and I am watching them!

This is the best book ever written on its subject. Granted being the only such book takes a lot of the steam out of that accomplishment.

Through political opportunism and ineptitude, the city had allowed the [police] department to languish for years as an understaffed and underequipped paramilitary organization. Infected with political bacteria itself, the department was top-heavy with managers while the ranks below were so thin that the dog soldiers on the street rarely had the time or inclination to step out of their protective machines, their cars, to meet the people they served. They only ventured out to deal with the dirtbags and consequently, Bosch knew, it had created a police culture in which everybody not in blue was seen as a dirtbag and was treated as such. Everybody.

To exist as an interpreter of the law, you first have to follow that law yourself. Law is the glue that holds society together. It's flawed, but absolute, and corruption only hinders its progress.

Touching law enforcement generally leads to assault charges.

Vijana wa Tume walipofika kambini chini ya ulinzi mkali wakiwa na Kahima, polisi wengi walionekana kuwapigia saluti lakini wakubwa wao wakawakataza na kuwambia wao walikuwa watu wa kawaida kama wao. Walisindikizwa na lundo la polisi mpaka ndani ya jumba la utawala Murphy alimokuwa ameuhifadhi mwili wa Radia. Walipofika walishtuka, na hata kuwashangaza polisi. Mwili wa Radia haukuwepo! Walitafuta kila sehemu, na kuwambia polisi wawasaidie kutafuta, lakini Radia alishapotea. Murphy alipata wazo na kutoka nje, kwa kukimbia, polisi wengi wakimfuata; mpaka katika helikopta ya DEA ambapo alifungua mlango na kuingia ndani. Ndani ya helikopta hakukuwa na mtu!

Waldo nodded and looked at the policeman's face. Somehow the water that was dripping from the bill of his cap made him appear almost human. Nah, Waldo thought, it would take a lot more than water to wash that look off.

We are in the Dark to one another's Purposes and Intendments, and there are a thousand Intrigues in our little Matters, which will not presently confess their Design, even to sagacious Inquisitors...

We live in a society where interacting with government agents is a potentially hazardous activity

We live in a world where the criminal has become the victim, the victim the accused, the accused the guilty, the guilty the innocent and the innocent the criminal.

Western police officers are an arguably corrupt group of people that have rigged the system to make them almost untouchable.

What goes up, must come down." Well, Issac Newton's law doesn't apply to the internet. That's what people don't realize. When you put something up, as long as there is an internet there will be that same stuff. When you're a senior citizen, what you uploaded to Facebook at a high school party will still be there. Whatever you upload to the internet, no matter how strong your passwords and security are, guaranteed the government or some advertising corporation will look at what you post someday. The only law that applies to the internet is, "For every reaction, there is an equal and opposite reaction." Post a photograph and you'll get attention. Post your old scanned Kodak slides and family home movies, you'll get a nostalgia rush and you'll reunite people with better days. But post a bad thing, thinking you can go unnoticed, and you'll never be able to crawl out from underneath it.

What we're going to do is keep the peace. That's our job. We're not going to be heroes, we're just going to be ... normal.

What most people see is a badge, behind and beyond the badge is what they need to know...the person.

What was their original sin? Eve allowed her bias to sway the information by frustrating an unbiased truth in favor of a narrative she wanted to believe.

When a police officer is pointing a gun at you, pulling your pants up is a proven way of getting you legally killed.

When I replayed the whole incident in my mind, what bothered me most was the moment when the officer drew his weapon and I thought about running. I was a twenty-eight-year-old lawyer who had worked on police misconduct cases. I had the judgment to speak calmly to the officer when he threatened to shoot me. When I thought about what I would have done when I was sixteen years old or nineteen or even twenty-four, I was scared to realize that I might have run. The more I thought about it, the more concerned I became about all the young black boys and men in that neighborhood. Did they know not to run?

Whenever a homeless person speaks to me in the USA, I always assume that I am speaking to a police officer and play along with the suspected charade.

When interacting with a police officer, I am aware that I am in the presence of a radiation exposed person that may be showing the long term adverse effects of those toxic exposures.

When it is a law abiding common person versus the police internal affairs regarding a corrupt or incompetent police officer, the statistics show that it is the common person that most frequently loses.

When someone harasses me, I take a look at the situation and ask the question: What motivated them? When I get the answer I report it to the police.