dog3
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Last time I was stopped without cause was probable something like 12 or so years ago.
Things were a bit different then. I was recently home from a tour of duty in Germany where in essence there is no BoR, and stop and search on a whim is the rule of the day. It works, catch a lot of bad guys that way.
I remember when chatting with some polizei I knew, that I'd laugh and say things, Never happen. can't do it. We have laws AGAINST this stuff. Yeah, we have a BoR. Traffic and Speed cameras? Sheesh, you've got to be kidding! Not in the US. We have more respect for ourselves.
How clueless was I?
So, a few weeks back, I was lazily driving up a back road in Northern Va, a few miles from my homestate, "Montani semper liberi" and drove around a corner in my typisch WV mid 80s ford van, right into a "no cause" traffic stop.
It was a typical, very much like what we did in Germany, stop. Run by the Virginia State Police. Side road to a high traffic limited access highway. The kind of road that "certain types" might use to avoid normal traffic enforcement. It was a good spot. They already had two emmigrant labor yard work trucks off to the side with about half a dozen laborers standing to the side. No chance their paperwork was in order. "Papers please".
One of the largest State Police Officers I've ever seen approaches my now-open
window, and with a winning smile doing his best "Officer Friendly", exchanges
greetings with me and requests my papers (Auswiess kontrol bitte')
Now, his officer friendly was pretty good. In fact, it was excellent. I have been
tested and have a pretty good BS detector, and it has been honed by training
in "interviewing techniques". This guy was a really friendly nice fellow. I already
tend to defer to authority as I was raised that way, and have always had high degree
of respect for police in general, and State Police in particular.
"Gottem right here, I'm reaching for them now" I said, as I had to reach behind me as
I keep my papers in my cd bag which hangs off the drivers seat. Now, this old van I'm driving is a typical WV ride. rotten exhaust, lots of primer, tools and trash scattered everywhere. Empty coffee cups, dashboard overflowing with everything from
2 year old copies of The Linux Journal to ancient reciepts from Blockbuster video.
I hand over my papers. I'm happy, proud of the fact that not only do I have all three
things requested, they are all current, valid, and all show the same address, which
is actually correct. Probably the first time in my whole life.
Officer friendly checks them all out, slides them into his clipboard, glances around
the cab of the van, (I don't know how well he checked it all out while I was
getting my papers, I know how well I would have, and I'm sure he did a better
job) and asked, "Do you have any alcohol or firearms in your vehicle?"
What kind of question is that? Holy Cow! I've been profiled!
"Not right now" I replied. He was comming on fast and friendly, down right chatty
and just as nice as you please. Man, this guy was good! I was defenseless.
"Mind if I have a look?" He was now leaning his crossed arms on my window.
Cat that ate the canary smile on his handsome face. Now I know why D.I.s, Drill
Sargents, and State Police all wear the Round Brown. Once you've been programmed
by one, you can't refuse the other. I pause, I look around behind me. Chainsaws, tool
boxes, of course, there is actually a nice sleeping platform back there with flannel
sheets and nice pendelton wool blankets, really comfortable actually. And beneath it,
well, beneath it could be a whole world of sins. I don't need to do a mental inventory,
I know I am unarmed, I know I don't even drink. I do have a cooler back there, it's got
water, gatorade etcetera. Here I am, beard going grey, long hair, dirty carharts, a true
West Virginian. I think this fellow thinks he's going to find guns and alcohol. That I told
him no seems to have triggered something. Are guns and alcohol illegal in old dominion? I don't think so. Where's he going with this. I don't say anything, I turn back
and look him in the eye. His demeanor remains cheerful, and he's waiting for my reply.
'If I say yes, I mind, is that going to bug ya?"
(your serve!)
He quickly shoots his eyes over at the folks standing off the side
off the side of the road next to their trucks. It must mean something,
he must be implying something, I can't read it, too quick
"Sir, you can refuse a search, I am just asking if you mind."
I pause again.
He's got me. all the big talk I've done over the years is meaningless.
I take a deep breath, and reply;
"Look, this is you and me talking right here, right now. If you think that
there is something amiss here, I want you to feel comfortable. I appreciate
what you do. I thank you for your service. If you want to search my vehicle,
I'm not going to say to no. This is because I want you to feel satisfied
that everything is okay. You have enough grief just doing this job. I
don't want to cause any more. But I have to say, that I feel this is
a no cause stop."
He nodded in a non-commiting way. Asked me to step out, I did. Asked
me around the back (still in view of one of the other officers present) and
asked me to open the back door. Just as I thought, he wanted a peek
under the deck. More tool bags and a whole lot of rubbermade storage tubs. I
asked him if there was anything he'd like me to take out and open for
him. He asked if I would take out one tool bag and one of the
storage tubs from the second row. I did, and opened them. Sawzalls,
drills and my flyfishing gear.
He thanked me for my time, returned my papers from his clipboard, and sent
me on my way.
Alcohol and guns?
Why?
Ya know what? I know I am supposed to be this raving tin-hat nutcase, but
in the end, I'm a friendly guy, and I like and trust the police, and I don't
want a guy or gal to go home with doubts as to whether they did their
job today. A part of me feels like I caved without a fuss, another part feels
like I did my duty as a citizen.
I don't like the new laws. I really don't. This is America d*mnit! This ain't
anywhere else but!
Never happen here? I often wonder if those old timer Polizei thought I was a
fool. I guess I was.
Things were a bit different then. I was recently home from a tour of duty in Germany where in essence there is no BoR, and stop and search on a whim is the rule of the day. It works, catch a lot of bad guys that way.
I remember when chatting with some polizei I knew, that I'd laugh and say things, Never happen. can't do it. We have laws AGAINST this stuff. Yeah, we have a BoR. Traffic and Speed cameras? Sheesh, you've got to be kidding! Not in the US. We have more respect for ourselves.
How clueless was I?
So, a few weeks back, I was lazily driving up a back road in Northern Va, a few miles from my homestate, "Montani semper liberi" and drove around a corner in my typisch WV mid 80s ford van, right into a "no cause" traffic stop.
It was a typical, very much like what we did in Germany, stop. Run by the Virginia State Police. Side road to a high traffic limited access highway. The kind of road that "certain types" might use to avoid normal traffic enforcement. It was a good spot. They already had two emmigrant labor yard work trucks off to the side with about half a dozen laborers standing to the side. No chance their paperwork was in order. "Papers please".
One of the largest State Police Officers I've ever seen approaches my now-open
window, and with a winning smile doing his best "Officer Friendly", exchanges
greetings with me and requests my papers (Auswiess kontrol bitte')
Now, his officer friendly was pretty good. In fact, it was excellent. I have been
tested and have a pretty good BS detector, and it has been honed by training
in "interviewing techniques". This guy was a really friendly nice fellow. I already
tend to defer to authority as I was raised that way, and have always had high degree
of respect for police in general, and State Police in particular.
"Gottem right here, I'm reaching for them now" I said, as I had to reach behind me as
I keep my papers in my cd bag which hangs off the drivers seat. Now, this old van I'm driving is a typical WV ride. rotten exhaust, lots of primer, tools and trash scattered everywhere. Empty coffee cups, dashboard overflowing with everything from
2 year old copies of The Linux Journal to ancient reciepts from Blockbuster video.
I hand over my papers. I'm happy, proud of the fact that not only do I have all three
things requested, they are all current, valid, and all show the same address, which
is actually correct. Probably the first time in my whole life.
Officer friendly checks them all out, slides them into his clipboard, glances around
the cab of the van, (I don't know how well he checked it all out while I was
getting my papers, I know how well I would have, and I'm sure he did a better
job) and asked, "Do you have any alcohol or firearms in your vehicle?"
What kind of question is that? Holy Cow! I've been profiled!
"Not right now" I replied. He was comming on fast and friendly, down right chatty
and just as nice as you please. Man, this guy was good! I was defenseless.
"Mind if I have a look?" He was now leaning his crossed arms on my window.
Cat that ate the canary smile on his handsome face. Now I know why D.I.s, Drill
Sargents, and State Police all wear the Round Brown. Once you've been programmed
by one, you can't refuse the other. I pause, I look around behind me. Chainsaws, tool
boxes, of course, there is actually a nice sleeping platform back there with flannel
sheets and nice pendelton wool blankets, really comfortable actually. And beneath it,
well, beneath it could be a whole world of sins. I don't need to do a mental inventory,
I know I am unarmed, I know I don't even drink. I do have a cooler back there, it's got
water, gatorade etcetera. Here I am, beard going grey, long hair, dirty carharts, a true
West Virginian. I think this fellow thinks he's going to find guns and alcohol. That I told
him no seems to have triggered something. Are guns and alcohol illegal in old dominion? I don't think so. Where's he going with this. I don't say anything, I turn back
and look him in the eye. His demeanor remains cheerful, and he's waiting for my reply.
'If I say yes, I mind, is that going to bug ya?"
(your serve!)
He quickly shoots his eyes over at the folks standing off the side
off the side of the road next to their trucks. It must mean something,
he must be implying something, I can't read it, too quick
"Sir, you can refuse a search, I am just asking if you mind."
I pause again.
He's got me. all the big talk I've done over the years is meaningless.
I take a deep breath, and reply;
"Look, this is you and me talking right here, right now. If you think that
there is something amiss here, I want you to feel comfortable. I appreciate
what you do. I thank you for your service. If you want to search my vehicle,
I'm not going to say to no. This is because I want you to feel satisfied
that everything is okay. You have enough grief just doing this job. I
don't want to cause any more. But I have to say, that I feel this is
a no cause stop."
He nodded in a non-commiting way. Asked me to step out, I did. Asked
me around the back (still in view of one of the other officers present) and
asked me to open the back door. Just as I thought, he wanted a peek
under the deck. More tool bags and a whole lot of rubbermade storage tubs. I
asked him if there was anything he'd like me to take out and open for
him. He asked if I would take out one tool bag and one of the
storage tubs from the second row. I did, and opened them. Sawzalls,
drills and my flyfishing gear.
He thanked me for my time, returned my papers from his clipboard, and sent
me on my way.
Alcohol and guns?
Why?
Ya know what? I know I am supposed to be this raving tin-hat nutcase, but
in the end, I'm a friendly guy, and I like and trust the police, and I don't
want a guy or gal to go home with doubts as to whether they did their
job today. A part of me feels like I caved without a fuss, another part feels
like I did my duty as a citizen.
I don't like the new laws. I really don't. This is America d*mnit! This ain't
anywhere else but!
Never happen here? I often wonder if those old timer Polizei thought I was a
fool. I guess I was.