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Police unstable???


I'm one of the few young people who ensures that I watch the news every night both at 7pm and 8pm unlike the prime minister who says she doesn't watch the news. Well I don't have people to tell me what exactly takes place and I rather to get the information straight from the horses mouth. Now, something troubled me while watching the news recently. I was informed that there have been 18 police killings since the start of the new year. New year-same stories from the officers, shoot out here there and everywhere. Now call me stupid or not but why would a single man decide to take on three or four police men with one single gun? and why would trained police man feel threatened by one man so much so that they can't restrain him but have to kill him. That shows a lack of proper training in all areas on the part of the police men. When it comes to police men killing the homeless that to me is taking things a bit too far. One man confronted three police men and you are telling me that all they could do was kill this man not even to shoot him in his foot or something. Have we the law abiding citizens of Jamaica done something to place the police officers on a prickly edge towards us? I remember one night while walking on the road coming from school around 9pm a female officer stopped me to say "Come off the road if I don't see is night now and I must go my yard", is that how they are trained to talk to those they serve? People have become so fearful of police that they would never ever dare to ask them a question in fear that they would take offence and snap at them. I believe that communication skills need to be taught to these officers before they are allowed to go on the road. As soon as they are handed a gun it seems that many of them lose all their human senses and become like wild animals looking for someone to slaughter.

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