Liberals want to give wetbacks $450,000 per rug rat to families separated by the Border Patrol during INCARCERATION. I don’t understand the issue. I was a cop for thirty years. During that time I made one or two arrests. There was a bright line at the jail. Men were housed with men, women with women and children (juveniles) in facilities certified for use to hold juveniles. Throw them all together and the cops were sure to be sued.
Why should wetbacks be any different? Don’t forget that some family units, weren’t. Stray children were recruited into “family units” because smugglers thought that would offer an advantage.
Using liberal logic, the Border Patrol was in a new win situation. Throw em all into a cell together and the BP violated basic police procedure. Separate folks by sex and age and they are destroying families, real and imagined.
There is one arrest I made that stands out. I was working dog watch in the middle of the week. It was a cold night and everybody was hunkered down. I managed to find a drunk driver and arrested him. The drunk had his dog with him. She was a good girl. There was no way that animal control would come out to take the dog. The drunk didn’t have anybody he could call to get her. I bundled both of them up and took them to the police station.
The station was occupied by a dispatcher. The dispatcher didn’t like dogs and refused to let her stay in the dispatch office. The holding cells were not monitored. the drunk was the only resident. I will admit to a certain “watch this glee” when I put both of them in the same cell. I figured that it wouldn’t be the first time the two had shared a bedroom and likely a bed.
As I started out the door, after booking the drunk I looked in on them. The drunks was passed out on a bunk and the dog was curled up next to him. I went on my way. A half hour later I was called back to the station. The sergeant discovered the sleeping arrangements that I made. The sergeant was a petty bureaucrat tyrant. We didn’t like one another. Her only saving grace, in this instance is that she liked dogs. The sergeant tried to dress me down. But even she couldn’t deny that once I arrested the drunk, I was responsible for the safety of the dog. Given the circumstances putting the dog in the cell was a step up from the usual occupants. But she had to have the last word.
In the name of propriety she made me move the dog to a separate cell. It just wouldn’t do to house a male and female in the same cell.
Keep families together!
