Phone the po­lice!

Cyprus Today - - OPINION - With Stephen Day

DID you hear the one about the male voice choir? No? Well you are about to. It’s cer­tainly a laugh, but it’s also no joke. The Der­byshire Con­stab­u­lary Male Voice Choir is no longer to be sup­ported and fi­nanced by Der­byshire po­lice. Ac­cord­ing to their chief con­sta­ble, the choir no longer re­flects the gen­der equal­ity poli­cies of the ser­vice. I see. In other, less po­lit­i­cally cor­rect lan­guage, he means there are “no women in it”. Well there wouldn’t be, now would there? (That is the case in any sane world, but ob­vi­ously to­day’s Der­byshire po­lice don’t in­habit one.)

This un­be­liev­able non­sense sadly re­flects all that is wrong with to­day’s UK po­lice. The day they ceased to be po­lice “forces” and be­came “ser­vices” in­stead, was the first sign that things were go­ing badly wrong. By the time we get around to shut­ting down male voice choirs on grounds of “gen­der equal­ity tar­gets” we know the Plod have def­i­nitely lost the plot. Shouldn’t their only “tar­gets” be bring­ing crim­i­nals to jus­tice and pro­tect­ing the pub­lic from them? Of course they should, but they aren’t.

That is why the pub­lic out­cry against the ar­rest of pen­sioner Richard Os­born-Brooks, on sus­pi­cion of mur­der, fol­low­ing the killing of a vi­o­lent in­truder in his house, was so im­me­di­ate and an­gry. Not con­tent with the ob­vi­ous trauma the elderly Mr Os­born-Brooks had gone through dur­ing his strug­gle to pro­tect him­self, his wife and his prop­erty, the po­lice shoved hand­cuffs on him, marched him off into cus­tody and kept him guess­ing for days as to whether he would be charged. By any­body’s stan­dards, his treat­ment was an ab­so­lute dis­grace, even though he was even­tu­ally freed.

Mr Os­born-Brooks now finds his house boarded up and re­port­edly “lives in fear of his life”. In other words, he has no con­fi­dence in the po­lice’s abil­ity to pro­tect him from re­venge at­tacks. And why should he have? Nearly two-thirds of crime re­ported to the UK po­lice re­mains ei­ther un­solved or not in­ves­ti­gated fully. The po­lice have vir­tu­ally aban­doned tack­ling bur­glary — you’re on your own, mate. The only point in re­port­ing such theft is to ob­tain a crime num­ber and claim on your in­sur­ance. No won­der screw­driver-wav­ing thugs (and worse) feel they can in­vade any prop­erty they like, with im­punity.

Then we dis­be­liev­ingly read that for the first time in his­tory, Lon­don has over­taken New York in the mur­der stakes. There have been 55 mur­ders on Lon­don’s streets so far this year, in­clud­ing a mas­sive in­crease in street gang knife at­tacks and killings. Yet here again, po­lit­i­cal cor­rect­ness is at the heart of the po­lice’s in­abil­ity to tackle the prob­lem.

Theresa May is much to blame. When Home Sec­re­tary she called a halt to po­lice “stop and search” pol­icy. Why? Be­cause the po­lit­i­cally cor­rect lobby howled “racial dis­crim­i­na­tion” due to there be­ing more “black people” stopped and searched than “white”, so she caved in. Since then knife crime has be­come an epi­demic. The rea­son? Ask Trevor Philips, life­long com­mu­nity re­la­tions cam­paigner and former chair­man of the Race Re­la­tions Board. “It’s not white boys in Sur­rey who are be­ing stabbed,” he says. No, he’s right, it isn’t.

It’s mainly (though not ex­clu­sively) black young­sters, in ar­eas in­hab­ited pre­dom­i­nately by eth­nic mi­nor­ity pop­u­la­tions. That is the stark, star­ing truth, so why hide from it? (Well, I sup­pose the fact that say­ing so might cause some UK po­lice force to charge you with a “hate crime” might be a con­sid­er­a­tion urg­ing some cau­tion, but what the hell.)

Un­til these harsh re­al­i­ties are recog­nised, there is no way the po­lice can pro­tect those lawabid­ing eth­nic mi­nor­ity com­mu­ni­ties from the knife vi­o­lence that plagues them (and in­creas­ingly, every­body else). We shouldn’t be sur­prised. It’s not just mi­nor­ity com­mu­ni­ties the po­lice are aban­don­ing. It’s the lot of us.

When you were last in the UK, how many po­lice did you see wan­der­ing Bri­tain’s streets? Oh, yes, you’ll see the odd cou­ple of Com­mu­nity Sup­port Of­fi­cers (pre­tend po­lice, with no pow­ers of ar­rest), but real cop­pers? For­get it, chum. It might be the fact there have been cuts in po­lice num­bers over the last 10-15 years, but there are still 123,142 of them at the last count. It’s no longer the likes of Cliff Richard who are com­mand­ing their at­ten­tion, so where the hell are they? Sur­round­ing some dead sus­pect’s grave?

I don’t like rub­bish­ing the UK po­lice, but then it’s not me that’s do­ing it. They have be­come a po­lit­i­cally cor­rect joke and it’s them that’s do­ing the telling. One last thing: why is it, the more they look like Rambo, the less ef­fec­tive they be­come?

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