On 2005-12-25, Nigel Hewitt <
[email protected]> wrote:
> The thing I remember was how totally helpless I felt. I couldn't
> account for my movements on the day in question accurately,
> it was just an ordinary day. However two detectives took my
> woolly descriptions, zoomed round talking to people and filled
> my time in minute by minute.
I work from home and don't socialise much so for the vast majority of
my days, no-one can confirm my whereabouts at all. I also have an
absolutely woeful memory so I'd be in the **** in a similar situation!
So far my experiences with the police have been limited to being
accused of minor offences that I didn't do, e.g. getting prosecuted
for doing 25MPH in a 30 limit (copper told me my exhaust was too loud
for his liking when I was 17 so did me for "speeding") or being pulled
for driving on the hard shoulder (which I hadn't done). Never
actually spent any time in the cells, but then I don't see any police
at all any more as I live out in the sticks and don't drive much any
more.
The difficulty is that because you are so totally helpless, it really
leaves an extremely bad taste in your mouth afterwards. While the
police do an essential job, cock-ups and small instances of dishonesty
seem to make an impact far out of proportion to the real harm caused,
due to the helpless feeling of being caught in a machine that assumes
you're a bastard. Similar cock-ups by businesses or even the local
council just don't have that kind of impact, presumably because you
have the option of telling them to shove it and walking away.
> That evening, as they put me in my car and sent me home they
> said "We knew you didn't do it as soon as we spoke to you but
> we had to prove it before we could let you go." It's a good thing
> I'm a total and obvious wimp.
I think I'd be suffering from paranoia for a few months after an event
like that!
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