Me: Good riddance.
Me: Lock that fucker up.
Me: Get rid of all of ’em. Every single one.
Savannah: Oh, you don’t mean that.
Me: I do, actually. Every single cop shares culpability.
Savannah: You know, our security guard was a cop once.
Me: Well it was good of him to fucking quit then!
Savannah: Really?
Me: Yes! Really! Fuck cops, abolish the institution.
Savannah: Would you say that to his face?
Me: You wanna fuckin try me?
Savannah: You know, as a Black cop he went through some terrible struggles.
Me: …
Me: tell me more.
Savannah: Well, remember he’s old as hell now. He’s older than me! He was a cop… probably in the 60s? 70s? His own coworkers spit on him, beat him up, didn’t give him backup when he called… that sort of thing was very common back then.
Me: Is it not common now?
Savannah: Anyway, the story goes that there was some firefight, and he saved a whole bunch of his fellow, white officers. And then after that, he was a brother. He was one of them, cuz he proved himself.
Me: …I… can be sympathetic to the fact that he experienced that, but I gotta say I’m not particularly impressed because he made friends with a bunch of racists.
Savannah: You seriously believe that every single cop is racist?
Me: I do! And I believe that because the law is racist. The way the structure is set up is racist. And they train and go to school to defend that law that they usually don’t even understand that well.
Savannah: You’re not friends with a lot of cops now are ya?
Me: I used to be! And it turns out they sucked!
Me: The police departments of this country are a state-sponsored gang.
Savannah: I’m not gonna change your mind on this.
Me: You are not.