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To: Maurice Winn who wrote (81502)	10/16/2011 7:57:08 PM
From: Ilaine	1 Recommendation Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 217792

I have ridden in a police car with a solo female cop on patrol. Once. That was plenty enough for me. My flight instinct kept kicking in every time she jumped out of the car to confront a situation. Working the streets in a gritty metro area is not for wimps. I think most bad guys see the uniform, the body armor, the badge, the steel baton, the handcuffs, and the gun, and don't think about the person inside being female. Body armor is bulky. You can't see curves inside body armor. Don't know if I have ever mentioned that when I was a kid we lived in a housing project in New Orleans. When I was on this patrol, the cop took me to the housing project we used to live in (St. Thomas). Carranza probably knows the place I am talking about. I pointed out the apartment building we lived in. She told me that the last time she was in that apartment, she was taking out kids whose parents were nowhere to be found. The so-called parents were out smoking crack. The kids had no food, beds were soaked in urine, no sheets, there was no toilet paper in the bathroom, the kids wiped their behinds with their fingers and then on the walls. When my family lived there, twenty years before, pretty much every family had two parents, who were married. All the kids had food, clean clothes, went to school every day. Nobody smoked crack. It didn't exist. Nobody snorted meth. It didn't exist. Nobody was hooked on oxycodone. It didn't exist. Nobody had enough money for heroin, even if they even dreamed of heroin, which I doubt. How things had changed. That was 25 years ago. I hope things for those people have improved since then. But no matter how many opportunities they get to better themselves, some people will exploit them. We are developing a permanent underclass in the US, just like UK. It's ecology. If there is a niche, it will be exploited. If charity is given, some will become permanently workless. Working full time is for squares. We are the ants, they are the grasshoppers, from the Aesop's fable. Those of us who work all day long, every day, to provide for our families, we are the victimizers. The people who smoke crack, snort meth, pop oxy, shoot heroin, gamble, abandon their children, they are our victims. Crazy.