I was called for jury duty yesterday--consternation ensued

[librechik]

25. I would have been stopped at some point. My dad was an abusive Denver cop

who loved beating up perps with his British Bobby stick that he sent away for and learned all the moves. He told me hilarious stories of the pranks the white cops pulled on the black cops. I used to hang out at the cop shop with him, and let me tell you, I have never heard the n word used so much--and i was just a kid!

One day he said he was going to teach me about our court system. He took me to a trial where a cop friend of his was going to give evidence. Once we were seated, he whispered to me " Now i'm going to show you how this works--cops are allowed to lie, even in court, to make their case. Sometimes they have to, to get the bad guys." I was only 12, but I still found this surprising.

The cop gave his testimony and once or twice my dad winked at me as, I suppose, a lie was uttered.

I've never trusted cops since then, and in my own interactions with them, I found them to be fairly corrupt.

Usually they find out about this and dismiss me. I'm just bad for juries.