We have a feral underclass. It is a statement many bloggers make daily – but we do not think too deeply about it. We don’t go out in the morning, leave food out for the cat, drop our kids off at child care – and then walk into the feral lair.
We talk of the morons with “cut here” tattooed on their neck – we don’t invite them into our car ‘to answer questions’.
We avoid dangerous areas. We don’t walk up to empty council houses in the full knowledge that the local community are well aware that a double murderer, a drug dealer and armed criminal, a man given to lobbing hand grenades at those who offend him, is hiding somewhere in the area.
Today, tonight, in the dark of the night, after two police women were blown to smithereens, other police will be clocking onto duty; understaffed, under equipped, underpaid, under appreciated, and walking back into that feral lair – on our behalf.
They will be doing more than just walking back into the lair. They will be in Hyde Police station addressing Dale Cregan as “Mr Cregan”; they will make sure he has a cup of tea at regular intervals; when his solicitor says he is tired, they will stop the interview, call it a day; they won’t kick his other eye out, though who could blame them if they wanted to behave as the Thai police did; they will keep their temper, aware that the IPCC will monitor their every utterance, their every move. They will do that even as they mourn their colleagues – some may even have to miss the funeral to ensure Dale Cregan’s safety.
For Dale Cregan will be in full possession of his ‘uman rites’. Why do you think he gave himself up – a sudden fit of conscience? Perchance he didn’t fancy spending a couple of weeks sleeping in a drainage ditch, with a failed footballer and a cold Chinese for company. He knew the safest place for him was right in the heart of ‘those murderous scum’ that he so detests. He knew he could rely upon their professionalism to keep him safe. We ask too much of these men and women.
It makes no difference that those two officers were women. They were not killed because they were women, but because they represent ‘the enemy’ to a feral sub-culture. There is a war out there, one that has become so mundane to the media that most of us were unaware that life in Manchester included hand grenades being lobbed around and double murderers on the loose.
We are shocked – and supportive – when the army suffers deaths from the people they are supposed to be helping. Yet there is a sector of the Internet that is happy to label all police as scum – and thus foster the belief that whatever happens to them, they deserve it. They don’t.
These are ordinary men and women, doing a job. Without their painstaking efforts day after day, we will all find ourself living in a land ruled by the increasingly violent feral under class.
I feel for the ordinary men and women who have to live in an area like Hyde. Who have to live cheek by jowl with the likes of Dale Cregan. Though they can at least keep their heads down, avoid the pubs that the likes of Cregan frequent, and try to stay out of trouble.
Not so the Police. They, men and women, have to engage with the Cregan’s on a daily basis. Two young girls, answering a call regarding a suspected burglary, an empty house, nothing of value could have been taken, but there are targets for answering calls from members of the public, and they must be met. They could have been ‘meeting targets’ in a call centre, but they weren’t. In return, they were not just shot, but blown up.
Theresa May thinks that the ‘family’, as they were described tonight by Ian Hanson, their federation representative, can be replaced by civilians. That their pay can be compared to that of other civil servants. That their pensions can be slashed and self funded. That they are mere objects, pawns to be moved around the Crown board.
How many of you noticed the news yesterday about Mark Duggan – you remember him? We paid for his maudlin, over blown funeral; we paid for the damage left by rioters ‘outraged’ at the ‘lack of respect’ shown to him by Police. How many of you noticed that YES, he did have a loaded gun. You could be forgiven for missing that, buried as a footnote in the very papers that announced with glee the ‘findings’ of the IPCC that the murderous scum had shot an ‘unarmed man’.
How many of you can quote verbatim the number of police officers who were encouraged to change their statements after the HIllsborough tragedy? The Internet is overflowing with experts on the times the Police do get it wrong. Make no mistake, the finest legal brains will be employed to ensure that it ‘was all the fault of the Police’. Anyone who points out that the police – 164 of them, to ensure the safety of those who want to watch a few millionaires kick a pig’s bladder around! – would not have been there were it not for the drunken antics of the feral supporters of those teams; that there would have been no wire fences to be crushed against, were it not for the drunken Stanley knife wielding habits of so-called ‘fans’ – will be shouted down, hounded and intimidated, or at least pathetic efforts will be made to intimidate…
Now how many of you can quote the number of ‘murderous scum’ who have been shot because they were wearing a police uniform.
It’s 69, since you ask.
Or ‘Only 69′ according to Sky News. They include David Rathbone (sic) according to the pot smoking poofter of a ‘former senior policeman’ rolled out to comment on Sky News. It’s Rathband. RathBAND. The least you could do is get his name right. Pillock, Paddick, whatever your name is.
I had to stop writing this last night, Martin Brunt on Sky so enraged me fretting that Cregan ‘might not get a fair trial’ owing to the heartfelt and emotional comments of the Manchester Chief Constable who had just lost a ‘bubbly’ 23 year old, and a ‘shy’ 32 year old from his force. Who had had to explain how it could have happened to that young girl’s fiancée, and the families of both officers. Who had had to talk to other young officers, off for the night to see if they could find the murderous Cregan’s accomplices in the shady cracks and crevices of Mottram’s feral backside. They’ll have a stick of wood and a stab proof vest – and the remains of a pension – to give them courage.
Dear God, give me strength.
They deserve better, much better. Before we find out what life would be like without them.