I’ve been spending time in Japan on and off for almost thirteen years. I’ve lived here as a permanent resident now for over eight. I can’t ever recall seeing a police officer smile.
Then again, they’re not paid to smile. Apparently they’re paid to serve and protect.
This story appeared as an article in this morning’s newspaper. Yes, we have it delivered everyday. It’s white paper with black printing, sometimes a few color photos, a pleasant way to keep informed, which my wife Masumi reads then we recycle. The story . . .
Kakogawa is a town in our area. There an 81-year-old lady’s disabled husband fell off the bed where he unfortunately spends most of his life now. She was unable to lift him and put him back into the bed. He himself could offer no assistance.
She called her son, who lives in Himeji. He promised to get there as soon as possible, but Himeji is well over an hour from Kakogawa.
The lady then called the police. Hoisting people from a fall is not really their job but they said they would get there as soon as possible.
Two policemen showed up at her house in ten minutes. They were able to get the old man back into the comfort of his bed. She was overwhelmed with gratitude. As they left, they reminded her to be sure and lock her door. I’m not sure why because crime is practically non-existent here in Japan, especially in the more outlying towns like Kakogawa.
To be honest, I have no way of knowing if the police officers smiled. But they certainly went way beyond their official line of duties to help this distressed old couple.
Protect and serve. Be human. Be helpful. Be kind.
When I lived in Los Angeles for 15 years, all of the patrol cars had ‘To Protect and Serve’ on them. Regardless, it was well established that you didn’t talk to, call on, approach, or in any way engage the police. If you did, you would be inviting harassment, abuse, even arrest. That was back in the 80s and early 90s. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you what it’s like now.
What happened to America? When did public servants become the enemy?
Every nation has its pluses and minuses. Maybe I don’t look to the police here for a smile. But I know I can count on them if there’s a problem.
Life In Japan: Police Power
I’ve been spending time in Japan on and off for almost thirteen years. I’ve lived here as a permanent resident now for over eight. I can’t ever recall seeing a police officer smile.
Then again, they’re not paid to smile. Apparently they’re paid to serve and protect.
This story appeared as an article in this morning’s newspaper. Yes, we have it delivered everyday. It’s white paper with black printing, sometimes a few color photos, a pleasant way to keep informed, which my wife Masumi reads then we recycle. The story . . .
Kakogawa is a town in our area. There an 81-year-old lady’s disabled husband fell off the bed where he unfortunately spends most of his life now. She was unable to lift him and put him back into the bed. He himself could offer no assistance.
She called her son, who lives in Himeji. He promised to get there as soon as possible, but Himeji is well over an hour from Kakogawa.
The lady then called the police. Hoisting people from a fall is not really their job but they said they would get there as soon as possible.
Two policemen showed up at her house in ten minutes. They were able to get the old man back into the comfort of his bed. She was overwhelmed with gratitude. As they left, they reminded her to be sure and lock her door. I’m not sure why because crime is practically non-existent here in Japan, especially in the more outlying towns like Kakogawa.
To be honest, I have no way of knowing if the police officers smiled. But they certainly went way beyond their official line of duties to help this distressed old couple.
Protect and serve. Be human. Be helpful. Be kind.
What happened to America? When did public servants become the enemy?
Every nation has its pluses and minuses. Maybe I don’t look to the police here for a smile. But I know I can count on them if there’s a problem.