When I was little and growing up on a street that could literally be called "leafy," I thought the police were on my side. Not that they didn't scare me, because they did. Any time we were out driving in our car and we saw a police car, everyone in the car would yell out "Fuzz, fuzz, fuzz" as a warning to the driver. So I guess I was a little conflicted about the police, but basically I saw them as good, though sometimes a little hard to swallow, like strong medicine. When I was in my late twenties, i gradually got drawn into the movement opposing the war in Viet Nam, and I came to see the other side, the repressive side, the brutal side. Sometimes I wonder what our police forces would do if we were occupied by a foreign country and, since I live in France part of each year, I especially wonder if any of the police men and women in America would do any of the shameful things the milice (as they were later called in France) did.
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