Tag: cop humor

  • “Frozen Wieners”

    I know there’s probably more important police stuff to write about, but I can’t stand when cops get in the jackpot for joking. A NJ cops is getting heat for making jokes about a dead dog. It’s in the Daily News. It shouldn’t be. The only story is about an idiot, Andrew Mayer, who “was spinning doughnuts on the frozen river when the ice shattered and his vehicle sank.” Mayer is being charged with criminal mischief and reckless driving. His dog went down with his pickup truck, which currently rests at the bottom of the Toms River.

    So an off-duty cop writes on with “private social media page”: “Truck plunging through ice with a dog inside brings a whole new meaning to FROZEN WEINER or DIRTY WATER DOG.” “Why didn’t the dog do the Doggie Paddle.” “Was his favorite movie Dog Day Afternoon.”

    To that perhaps I can add:

    Too bad there wasn’t a horse in the bed of the pickup truck. Then it would have been a real dog and pony show.

    Was he an old dog? Getting out of the truck is a new trick.

    I bet the driver is going to miss the dog days of summer.

    My point isn’t whether these are funny or not. I don’t give a damn. My point is that it’s perfectly all right for a cop (or anybody) to make dog jokes when an idiot gets his dog killed like that (I guess the owner is now in the dog house). Not only is it all right, it’s essential for mental health.

    Now I don’t know if this cop is going to trouble. I doubt it. But this is a fine time for some higher ranking police officers to come to his (and all police officers’) defense to point out it’s perfectly all right for cops to make jokes about what they see on their job. And there’s nothing wrong with a cop cracking wise on facebook.

    Christ, if you see routinely see human death on the job, are you supposed to break down a weep over a dead dog? (Though many cops do shed tears more quickly for innocent dogs than guilty people, which I always found interesting.) When you’re a cop, of course you joke about dead dogs. You joke about dead people. You joke about everything. You don’t joke because you don’t care (even though sometimes you don’t).

    You joke because empathy isn’t always a healthy or professional way of dealing with other people’s shitty situations. You joke to stay sane. You joke because joking is how you pass time. You joke in deadpan to get your partner to crack up at inappropriate situations. You joke because laughter is good for the soul. Now perhaps maybe you shouldn’t make jokes at a crime scene in earshot of the victim’s family. That’s professionalism. But out of earshot? In private? Let the best crack win. Let every dog has its day.

    [Here are my other posts on Cop Humor. I say much the same thing… but the jokes are different!]

  • Strike against cop cameras

    When I was cop, boy did I joke about things I wouldn’t want seen on youtube.

    It might be a tad overgenerous to say what I said were even jokes. But I laughed. I still do. When I get a message on my answering machine that says, “Pete, will you stop touching little boys and pick up the phone!” I know who it’s from. And I’m pretty sure my wife knows I’m not a pedophile. But can references to raping innocent children ever be funny? Well, I think so. And you are free to think less of me, but what I and my friends say in private really is none of your business. Besides, does anybody not say things in private that would be inappropriate in the public sphere?

    So two cops in Austin are recorded on a tape made public, while in their squad car, making tasteless comments about rape (and a few other things). Now that this video is public, you need to react accordingly. But you also need to keep things in perspective. Is what these officers said serious? No. Threatening? No. Did it affect their job performance. I doubt it. And truth be told, this is positively mild compared to things I have said. Let me confess that I too have made tasteless jokes, in private, about sex, race, crime victims, ethnic origin, religion, sexual orientation, and quite frankly every other possible taboo subject I could think of.

    Now cops, more than most people, have a obligation to refrain from bad taste in public, and especially when dealing with the public. But that’s not what happened here. When you’re riding in a car with somebody for eight hours, you get bored. You talk about a lot of things. You joke. You make tasteless jokes. Of course it depends on whom you’re riding with and the camaraderie and relationship you have with your fellow officers. Yes, I can be crude and insensitive in private and caring, compassionate, and professional in public.

    Some of this is gallows humor. And police (and paramedics and firefighters) need it because they have to deal with a lot of unpleasant stuff. But you also need to joke to bring up subjects that would be otherwise be taboo. And police joke because a lot of people you deal with — the vast majority — lie to you. Some lie to you about robbery. Some lie to you about rape. Some lie because they think it will benefit them, they want revenge, or power. Some lie because they can’t tell or don’t know the truth. And cops have to listen to all of them. So back in the car you make jokes.

    A lot of police humor is at the expense of “victims” because a lot (most?) victims aren’t actually “innocent victim.” Now in the current climate of political correctness (especially with regards to sexual assault and rape), it’s not acceptable to even bring up the phrase “innocent victims” because the alternative places some blame on the victim. But police need to make such judgements because the freedom of other people, sometimes innocent victims themselves, is at stake.

    Outside of crimes where the victim isn’t doing anything illegal and doesn’t know the person who committed the crime, there are a million shades of gray. And police need to talk about these shades. And one way to discuss nuances is by joking and making tasteless comments. In private, there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s how you learn. It’s how you cope. On the street cops need professionalism and discretion. In private, police use humor, and sometimes it’s not funny.

    Take two different rape cases. One was a nurse walking to work at Hopkins Hospital who was grabbed and raped by a stranger at knife-point. The other was a prostitute who engages in consensual sex but wasn’t paid the agreed amount. When the former happened, it was all hand on deck. A few days later the guy was caught. But for “failure to pay”? I once helped a supposed rape victim by doing little more than retriving her three jackets. It was cold outside.

    Or take a guy robbed while buying drugs. There were “real” robbery victims. You would know that when you saw a guy running barefoot wearing nothing but his tighty-whities. Now that was a robbery. And we would treat it accordingly. (Mind you, it still wasn’t “an innocent victim,” because he was still there to buy drugs… but the robbery was real.)

    But more than once I got a call for a robbery at the corner of Wolfe and Eager (then a 24/7 drug corner). On scene, the “victim,” a poor addicted white guy, would say he was minding his own business, jumped, and robbed of $20. Well, officer, what do you do?

    Generally people minding their own business don’t like being being taken for a drug dealer by some junkie too cheap to buy drugs in his own neighborhood. So this “victim” asks the first young black male he sees if he’s selling. The pissed-off non-drug dealer says, “sure” and takes his order, his $20, and continues on his merry way. The “victim” calls the police.

    I would try to keep a somewhat open mind on the off chance the “victim” was actually telling the truth. But do I start canvassing the neighborhood, stopping people who “meet the description.” Of course not. So I would conduct a brief investigation, perhaps by asking an old timer if he saw anything unusual, like an armed robbery (something beyond the usual chaos of an open-air drug market). If he nodded “no” with a look of, “you know how that white boy had it coming,” case closed. Call unfounded. Adam-No.

    And then, back in a parking lot, I would meet with a squademate and crack jokes. The guy running in his tighty-whities? “He was fast.” “Or slow.” “He had it coming… did you see what he was wearing?” “Exercise is important.” “I saw you looking at his package.”

    We would joke about anything. We needed to joke about everything. We didn’t joke because we didn’t care. We joked to stay sane. We joked to relieve the boredom. We joked to counter the cruelties of a very harsh and random world. We joked because the only real alternative would be despair. If you care too much — if you breakdown in a situation where any normal person would be unable to do anything but curl up in a fetal position and cry — you’re not a real police officer. We joked because laughing is good for the soul.

    So in this video one officer is telling another how to properly fill out a robbery report. And they they segue to insensitive comments about that robbery and then about about rape. They joke about fighting crime. They joke about ignoring crime. It was said in private, to each other. So I have no problem with it. Police should have a reasonable expectation to privacy when in private, even while on the job. And short of conspiring to commit a crime, there’s very little that should be off limits.

    Here are people who disagree with me. From Buzzfeed, the Huffington Post, and you can google a dozen others. And this news broadcastgives some good context.

    The lesson I see: police need to be more careful about the record button. And I still believe that cameras will be a net plus for police.

  • “Anybody want to try the spread?…”

    “Anybody want to try the spread?…”

    “…The spaghetti with brains is mind blowing.”

    Sure, it’s not the funniest quip ever, but I said something like that while guarding the crime scene of a 12-person shooting back in 2001. What else are you going to do? Have a moment of silence?

    I miss the laughs from the job. Non-cops may not understand cop humor, which is often a desperate attempt to make people laugh at precisely the most inopportune time. Granted it may not look good to be laughing over a dead body (especially if the victim’s relatives are nearby…) but hey, you gotta have fun.

    Well, now it’s official. Or at least peer-reviewed (“Is humor the best medicine? The buffering effect of coping humor on traumatic stressors in firefighters.” Sliter, Michael; Kale, Aron; Yuan, Zhenyu. Journal of Organizational Behavior vol. 35 issue 2 February 2014. p. 257-272).

    Cops don’t crack such jokes because they’re evil people. Quite the contrary! Cops (or at least firefighters) laugh at the misfortune of others because it keeps them sane. Humor, shocker of shockers, is good for you.

    That shooting on E. North Avenue was at an “RIP party” for a guy who went by the name of “Bone.” (“RIP party?” I remember one of my partners saying with disgust, “We already have a word for that. It’s called a wake.”)

    Just now I discovered that one of the “Hot Boys” shooters, stuck with the unfortunate nom de guerre “stink,” did 10 years. “Stink” was undoubtedly minding his own business just a few months ago, last December, when he was shot and killed. Oh well. I wonder what they’re serving at the wake?

    Also, I like how the Baltimore Sun says, “The block party shooting was one of the highest profile crimes at the time.” And yet at the time, the Sun didn’t even put the mass shooting on the front page.

  • Do liberals laugh?

    Almost a decade ago a colleague told me “You’re the first liberal I’ve met with a sense of humor.” Granted he didn’t have too many liberal friends. But that’s not the point.

    Liberals have a sense of humor. Most of the great comedians are liberals. Many if not most of the world’s great jokes have their origins in liberal Jewish New York. If you took away Jewish humor and African-American humor, there wouldn’t be much left. I mean hell, I can count the funny Greek comedians on one finger.

    But no, my friend wasn’t talking about the history of humor. He was talking about our ability to laugh and not take offense. Have we really become so politically correct that we can no longer laugh? Apparently so, as the Erie police officer discovered (see post below).

    As my father once said to a large sociology class at Northwestern University: “I’ve heard plenty of jokes that don’t make fun of a person’s race, ethnicity, religion, sexual orientation, physical or mental impairments…. [pause] The trouble is they’re just not funny!”

    Of course there is a line were racial becomes racist. There is an area where Jewish jokes become anti-semitic. There is a point where “gay” becomes homophobic. There is a place where “retard” is just plain mean. But that doesn’t mean we should keep our mouths shut, afraid to make people laugh.

    And there’s a good rule of thumb to know when you’ve crossed a line: if you’re telling a joke about a person or group, you better be able to tell it tothat person or group. If they laugh, you’re in the clear. Insight based on stereotypes? Funny. Insults based on stereotypes? Not so funny. Picking on a specific person? Risky. And doing so based on false stereotypes? Now you’ve crossed a line.

    I believe in free speech. I though I might not approve of it all, I’ll defend your right to say it.

    Regardless, here’s to humor! The thought of a humorless world is terrifying indeed. If we can’t laugh, what can we do? I’d just as soon “take one to my head.”

  • Police Officer Jokes About Murder Victim

    That’s just about as exciting a headline as “dog bites man.”

    I joked about murder victims. Of course you joke about murder victims. I mean, you do try and wait till you’re away from from the murder scene before joking about murder victims (though I didn’t even always pass that test).

    So after work after seeing another person take his last earthly breath, after looking at a dead criminal’s brain spatter all about, after seeing the bastard’s family break down over the death of their “baby,” after hearing witness after witness say they “didn’t see nothin’,” after sorting through the guy’s bloody and dirty clothes for evidence collection after all that you go have a few beers with your buddies and you tell stories. You laugh. You try and make sense out of world that makes no sense.

    This is what police do. Doctors and nurses and paramedics and firefighters do the same same thing. I bet undertakers have a wicked sense of humor, too. Why? Because they do it day after day. What are workers of death supposed to do? Cry every time they see a dead body? Workers who have to deal with trauma day in and day out need to be able to be a bit callous to trauma. It’s literally a job requirement. And humor and sharing are coping mechanisms.

    We literally police to come across horrible scenes at random and also observe minute details. And sometime we require them to take pictures. And then you we expect them to… what exactly? Buy flowers and the first silk-screened t-shirt in memory of the dead guy?

    It’s called gallows humor. And I support it. It’s cheaper than a shrink. Often times it is more effective, too. People who deal with murder victims need to be able to joke about murder victims. Otherwise they’d go crazy.

    Now an Erie police officer, James Cousins II, is being suspended for doing just that.

    Sure, this cop had a few too many. But we all have.

    So what exactly is the crime? He was off duty. Is the crime to think such things? or to say such things? Or to be recorded and posted without your consent on youtube? We all gossip and think and say insensitive things in private and to our friends that are not appropriate for public broadcast.The appropriateness of speech changes according to time and place. If he gave this speech to a news camera for the evening news, then that would be inexcusable. Even in semi-public environments like bars we deserve some protection of privacy and free speech. This wasn’t a racist tirade. He didn’t use the N-word (neither of which would be appropriate in any context). He’s a drunk cop telling a war story.

    And for the record, it is funny, even hilarious, to see a picture of a guy shot dead in the head right under a malt-liquor sign that says, “Take it to the head”! Swear to God. But yeah, you had to be there. Whether you wanted to be there or not.

    And that’s the thing.

    Next round is on me.