<p>I used to be very supportive of local law enforcement. I taught my kids they are the “good guys”. Then, last summer I had an encounter with a sheriff’s deputy that, unfortunately, changed that.</p>
<p>While driving home from one of my kid’s friend’s birthday party, I was pulled over. I had been driving responsibly and was not speeding, texting, on the phone, etc. Four of my six kids were in the car with me. The deputy demanded I get out of the car without telling me why I had been pulled over. I probably should not have obeyed easily, but I wanted to model respect for my children, so I did. It was a full 20 minutes before he told me what I had been pulled over for. In the first 20 minutes, he kept his hand on his gun the entire time, except when he was checking on my license, registration, and insurance. I have never even had a speeding ticket or pulled over for any reason, so I was growing increasingly nervous. He kept asking me why I nervous (?), and at one point he said I must be hiding drugs in the car if I was so nervous (at this point I still had no idea why I had been pulled over). When he started talking about having my car searched, and in the meantime calling social services to have my children taken away, I began to really worry because although there were no drugs in the car, I wondered if he might plant some. He kept threatening to take my children away within earshot of my kids, and they began to cry. 20 minutes after pulling me over he tells me that he had received a report that a suspicious car (I drive a gold Honda Odyssey–it’s like the white tee shirt of cars where I live) was driving slowly through the neighborhood, and I matched the description of the woman driving it (white, blonde, roughly middle aged–again, not exactly a strange appearance here). I told him that I did indeed drive “slowly” through the neighborhood (the posted speed limit) and why. He then told me not to move an inch and went and sat in his car. For another 20 minutes. It was mid-July in the deep south. My kids were still sitting in the car. I was standing at the back of my van facing his police car. He was on the walkie talkie or whatever you call it and he was laughing, although I couldn’t hear what he was saying. After a few minutes I noticed another deputy’s car drive slowly by. Another a few minutes later. I think there were 4 total that drove by. I am guessing he called his “buddies” and told them to come watch the show. If I moved at all (scratched an itch, wiped the sweat from my brow), he used his PA system to tell me stand still. Eventually he got back out of the car and then told me that he was going to go easy on me and not arrest me (which he had also been threatening to do). Instead, he wanted me to get in the car and, in his hearing, tell my children “what I had done wrong today”. Since I was terrified at that point (his hand was still on the gun), I told my kids that I had been pulled over for driving too slowly in a neighborhood. Fortunately, he accepted that and told me not to move my car until he was out of sight.</p>
<p>By the way, I did call the sheriff’s office and reported the officer. They told me they would be contacting me if they needed any more information. I have never been contacted. But I have noticed that the deputies’ cars slow down when they pass me, and a couple have even turned around and followed me for a while. One day this week one did so, and actually turned his lights on. We were the only cars on the road. I pulled over, and he sped past me then turned his lights back off. As you can imagine, my children were traumatized (heck, so was I), and we are all, unfortunately suspicious of any law enforcement now. What a shame that children, no matter their walk of life, have good reason to see the police as the “bad guys”. I don’t think my kids would trust one at all if they were lost or in an emergency situation, and it’s hard for me to blame them. A year later, things are not much better, although we continue to work on it.</p>
<p>Before this incident, I would have given the officer(s) in MO the benefit of the doubt. I don’t now.</p>