You mean a GED? [Brendan supplies, furrowing his eyebrows slightly.] Otherwise known as the broke man's high school diploma back home. Yeah, you do need to know the basics about life here to be a cop here. I'd sooner shoot myself than go work for the fuzz but, hey, it's your call.
I do get them wanting you to know the basics, though, much as their institution is fucked over in Maurtia Falls and back home. Kara, this Drama Club vamp, evil ex of mine - she's black. Black women have historically always been subject to brutality by police and by the law. For literally hundreds of years. Half the reason I never called the cops on her was that I couldn't be sure they wouldn't decide shooting her was easier than giving her a damn trial.
Now remember we're in the South, and Southern states have even more black people, plus Latinos, plus the baggage of the Civil War that my area never had to deal with. You need to know why people who don't trust cops don't trust 'em and why and what they're afraid of if you're gonna be able to talk to them worth a damn, Manabu. That means history, and fiction, and all the other basics.
[Kara and Brendan had issues - freshman year was rough - but he had promised her when he left her to go back to Emily that he wouldn't get police involved. Drug dealer and manipulator that she was, she wasn't a murderer and she didn't deserve to be shot where someone in her position who was white would get five to ten years in prison. There were some lines that were simply not to be crossed.
He hated Kara, she hated him, but they were amicable enemies. There was a truce there based in the root sentiment of 'thank you for not literally getting me buried'.] God help me, I think I'm developing a conscience. And I'm basically dead on arrival at school, so. I'll help you cram for your test on whatever subjects I can, but more than that, you need to know... things that aren't gonna be kind to your faith in humanity. Shit. There's no way I can dress history up as not being depressing to study sometimes.
[This is why he liked fiction: at the end of the day, no real people were harmed in the making of it.]
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I do get them wanting you to know the basics, though, much as their institution is fucked over in Maurtia Falls and back home. Kara, this Drama Club vamp, evil ex of mine - she's black. Black women have historically always been subject to brutality by police and by the law. For literally hundreds of years. Half the reason I never called the cops on her was that I couldn't be sure they wouldn't decide shooting her was easier than giving her a damn trial.
Now remember we're in the South, and Southern states have even more black people, plus Latinos, plus the baggage of the Civil War that my area never had to deal with. You need to know why people who don't trust cops don't trust 'em and why and what they're afraid of if you're gonna be able to talk to them worth a damn, Manabu. That means history, and fiction, and all the other basics.
[Kara and Brendan had issues - freshman year was rough - but he had promised her when he left her to go back to Emily that he wouldn't get police involved. Drug dealer and manipulator that she was, she wasn't a murderer and she didn't deserve to be shot where someone in her position who was white would get five to ten years in prison. There were some lines that were simply not to be crossed.
He hated Kara, she hated him, but they were amicable enemies. There was a truce there based in the root sentiment of 'thank you for not literally getting me buried'.] God help me, I think I'm developing a conscience. And I'm basically dead on arrival at school, so. I'll help you cram for your test on whatever subjects I can, but more than that, you need to know... things that aren't gonna be kind to your faith in humanity. Shit. There's no way I can dress history up as not being depressing to study sometimes.
[This is why he liked fiction: at the end of the day, no real people were harmed in the making of it.]