My family was victimized in a home invasion that went “get therapy” badly and the cops in their defense did get us in touch with resources and gave us the report of insurance, but they also all but accused me of being a drug addict because I have scars on my arms and had a bowl in my apartment (weed is legal here). They also refused to look at the cut window screen or the footprint on the other side of the window insisting that because the front door was unlocked after the burglar left through it we must’ve left it unlocked and that’s how he entered.

We didn’t like the cops before we were victims of violent crime, but it’s much more pronounced of a dislike afterwards. I’ve heard my entire life that “when you’re victimized by criminals you’ll come to appreciate the cops” and I can’t help but laugh at that sentiment.

Hell in a different instance I got robbed by a guy, got his license plate, phone number, and confession (buying something off the internet, guy took both things and ran, then later messaged asking for sex), and want to know what I’ve never seen since? That money. Like I’m not happy with the guy, but unlike my home invader I don’t even think he needs to be kept away from society, I just wanted my fucking money back.