As I was walking home from Greenville’s Saturday market today, I spotted the police officer pictured here standing beside one of his department’s armored assault vehicles (or maybe its only one … I doubt it, but I wouldn’t know).
My impression of the shaved head, the Terminator shades, the gun ports and the overtly military motif wasn’t service or protection. It wasn’t my tax dollars at work for me or my city’s finest making it safe for me to walk the streets at night.
Quite honestly, I felt one false move away from a boot on the back of my neck and one simple question came to mind:
O Andy, where art thou?