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...by James Mason

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"The Pigs Are Your Friends"

"If there's trouble, call a cop." If you believe that, please stay away from me. That is a mentality that has to be stamped out. I realize that an entire segment of the population will probably have to be stamped out along with it, but nonetheless. The artificially created instinct to rely on police whenever extraordinary circumstances arise has made way for the "Uncle Tom" syndrome I have mentioned often in the past. Indeed, without this reliance upon a paid army in blue to handle your violent, extra-legal situations for you, no such "Uncle Tom" syndrome could have arisen at all. To the average person, the cop IS "Big Brother". The natural thing for them to do when the threat of trouble appears– or is even hinted at– is to go running to the Pigs with the story. Pigs may be Pigs but those who have truck with them are indeed SWINE.

What's been cultivated over the past century or so in this country has been generation after generation of more or less adult children. Those who can perform certain jobs they are trained to do and generally live within Master's Rules but who cannot truly fend for themselves when it comes right down to jungle basics, the Law of Nature. Anyone steps out of line and it's "Call the police"; "Let the police handle it." And, on the opposite hand, they know that should they ever step out of line themselves, they will have to deal with the police. That is the outermost limit of their existence, their thought and their world. It never occurs to them, "What if the police are no more than tools of an evil, corrupt regime?"

Even among children however is the lingering animal (true) instinct that where there are police, there is trouble. People are nervous within the sight of cops, whether on the street or on the road. That's the reason for all the P.R. and such slogans as "The Police Are Your Friends". It works– up to a point– but within that lies all that is necessary to make their rule complete. They may not have the warmth and affection but they've got fear and respect. When it comes right down to it, results are all that count and the result of all this has been that we have a Big Brother Police State.

Looking at it from an objective standpoint and assuming for the moment their only job is to "fight crime", let's take in the facts. In the big cities we might even pity them for the spot they're in. They are fighting hard but they are fighting a losing battle. Mainly, they fight to hold their jobs and for the sake of appearances. Make no mistake, crime rules. In the smaller towns, like this one, they are good for two things: hassling young punks and busting old drunks. The unsolved murders and unreported (that is, reported but not released by the press) rapes are a bad joke. If you're assaulted or burglarized or vandalized, you're out of luck. Out of luck, that is, if you depend on the police and are willing to let it go at that. It is accepted that if you are robbed, you can forget ever recovering any of your property, even assuming the culprits are apprehended. The tale– ridiculous but true– about handling it yourself and THEN calling the police getting you into bigger trouble than the crooks is reality.

In one or two times that people– unaware of the "aura" that surrounds this place– have tried to make my home and those who live in it victims of their crime, it has been handled strictly in a "free enterprise" fashion but with this revolutionary difference: police were NEVER called at any point, before or after. We live safe and we live free. Not only that, the whole valley here enjoys it as well.

Perhaps not everyone can handle it themselves. They, by definition, are dependent upon others for their lives. Not an enviable position. And dependent upon whom? Around here, it is commonly accepted that if you need a cop, call the nearest donut shop. It is a travesty that children and the elderly are thus "protected" in a land where the worst savages ever to have existed anywhere in history roam at large– as "citizens"– subsidized by the System. But if police are not worth much of a damn at doing the job they're supposed to do, what in the hell is it that keeps them busy and what are they really intended for?

Simply, they are Big Brother's first line of defense. Where the conditioning and the brainwash may fail, where the dope, the sex, the "thrills" fall short, where the monetary terrorism proves ineffectual and the person may step outside Master's Rules, that is where the true role of police becomes clear and obvious. Crime is universal, it is everywhere. It is even accepted as a way of life. Revolution, bucking Master's Rules, however, is not. It is an impossible task– within a "civilized" context– to fight crime in this country, things having gone as far as they have. Besides, the criminal element serves a definite purpose in Big Brother's plan, a purpose that we've discussed previously in SIEGE. The police are really there to step in when the truly extraordinary happens. And what is that other than any act of revolution, any act of "civil disobedience"?

[Vol. XIII – April, 1984]

 

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