I grew up learning to respect the police. Police officers were our friends; we waved to them from my mom’s VW Dasher; we knew we could turn to them in times of trouble.
Sadly, there are those police officers who didn’t grow up with good parents like mine and hence never learned to respect other people. They’re the ones who end up doing things like putting non-resisting 14-year-old skaterbois in headlocks and shoving them to the ground:
This officer has since been suspended for an "internal investigation." Which, alas, will probably mean "sweep it under the rug for a couple of weeks until everyone gets caught up in the next news story and then pretend it never happened."
Interestingly, this happened in Baltimore–setting of the two best cop shows ever to appear on TV. Those would be "Homicide" and "The Wire." Since we started Netflixizing "The Wire" about three weeks ago, we’ve just kept bumping the discs to the top of our queue. It’s one of the best-written shows I think I’ve ever seen, and I find myself wondering about the characters even when I’m not actually watching it. But (and perhaps this shows my biases) I kinda find myself rooting for the confused young drug dealer D’Angelo instead of Baltimore’s finest.
Another reason we homeschool: we’re trying to teach our boys to question all authority. Ours (though, admittedly, that gets annoying sometimes), the media’s, the government’s, the police’s. I think I’ll show this to them and ask them what they think.