I don’t think I’ve ever blogged about this explicitly in a single post, though I’ve been aware of it even before Radley Balko of The Agitator blog (now Washington Post) wrote this in 2006: They Always Shoot the Dog.
Apparently, people who think that perhaps the government acted properly in invading and burning down a house of largely innocent (but admidetly weird) people get really pissed off when they learn that the federal government also slaughtered the Branch Davidian dogs. Women and children? Meh. Weirdo cultists probably deserved it. But…
“They killed the dogs? Aw, man. That’s bullshit.”
Radly was a sort of blogger-investigative journalist—whose main credit is getting Cory Maye first, off death row, then released. It was all over an absolutely righteous—stand up and say yea—killing of an intruder in a uniform, who if I recall correctly, was the son of the police chief or some other person of law doesn’t apply privilege. He was afraid for a baby daughter, not a dog, so take it with a grain of salt. After all, there’s Original Sin to consider and I believe that pets are innocent at birth, unlike human infants.
Cory Jermaine Maye (born September 9, 1980), is a former prisoner in the U.S. state of Mississippi. He was originally convicted of murder in the 2001 death of a Prentiss, Mississippi police officer named, Ron W. Jones, during a drug raid on the other half of Maye’s duplex. Maye has said he thought that the intruders were burglars and did not realize they were police. He pleaded not guilty at his trial, citing self-defense. Nevertheless, Maye was convicted of murder and was sentenced to death. Maye’s case attracted little attention until late 2005, when Reason magazine senior editor and police misconduct researcher Radley Balko brought it to light on his blog The Agitator. Balko’s research raised several questions about Maye’s conviction and in particular about the reliability of medical examiner Steven Hayne, who performed the autopsy on Jones and testified at the trial. According to Maye’s supporters, his conviction also brought up issues such as the right to self-defense, police conduct in the War on Drugs, racial and social inequities in Mississippi and whether he received competent legal representation.
In case you think I just pulled this out of my ass, search the blog for ‘Cory Maye’. I was there the whole time.
But, he’s not a dog, someone’s pet, and since nobody cares much about the humans laid to waist by police and an incestuous prosecutorial system geared towards gold stars in performance files, then let’s just focus on dogs.
It’s the best I can do, since talking reason, logic, philosophical principles going back to the enlightenment and in some cases, Aristotle, does’t seem to work.
So let’s show a dog getting killed by a cop. It doesn’t quite rise to the level of a blond girl abduction—the only that matter—but it’ll hit your emotions roughly similar.
Here’s the story.
Gillian Palacios was preparing to take her son to school, placing items in her car in the driveway of her single family home. Like many folks, she left the car door open to load items to take another dog to the vet’s office with her 8-year-old son.
Leaving her car door open cost the life of her family pet, Dutchess.
So what’s the point? Well, obviously, that you really need to lock up your pets…and all nice looking blond girls.
…A few weeks ago, a police helicopter began circling the 5-acre property that I, Bea, and four dogs watch over 24/7 for the fun ride of our lives. I watched it, even grabbed my cam. When it became clear that this specific property was the target, I did exactly one thing very first, with zero equivocation.
I gathered up all four dogs and locked them in the RV. I didn’t know what might be coming down, but I could think clearer if I knew they were secured. If this was a police “investigation” of whatever, being smarter and more informed than 98.4% of the general population, I instantly realized that while they can’t legally shoot me down, they can the dogs, when the dogs do exactly what they’re here, loved, petted, and praised for. And they might, and they might high-five in the bar later and this isn’t a movie where I get to come in later and blow their brains all over the bar so that the theater erupts in adulatory relief.
[I later found out it was the fire investigator taking pics of a burned building on the property. That’s another story, of gov boondoggle.]
Watch the video. The cop will be absolved. He was legally-technically engaged in an investigation. This creates a separation whereby, non-humans are simply fair game. It’s probably rational law as such, when it was thought of, but the big point, really, is that there seems to be a lot of cops across America who understand the “loophole,” and take advantage of it for Pub-Points later, bonus if a lot of family members cry. We’re not dealing with good people so the notion of “good cop” is pointless. Andy Taylor is dead, and Barney Fife is on the loose everywhere.
I take my stewardship of dogs very seriously. They do what they have been bread and fed to do for thousands of years and I do my best to reiterate for them, as though they have doubts about it. But they can’t keep track of everything. It’s your fucking job to make as sure as you can that that debt is always paid in full, with your focussed attention and discernment in knowing situations they aren’t geared for (like crossing streets with cars, duh). Plus, they’ll love you even if you fuck it up.
Tell me a better deal than that.
You see? I have no illusion—nor have I for a coupla decades—about how these pussies in uniform love to kill pets and high-five in the bar later, laughing about people crying.
Are you going to tell me that this guy was really so surprised that a Boston terrier came charging out the house when the door cracked open? Hell, we have friends where we’d be surprised if a dog didn’t come rushing out to assert his doGdom.
Do you understand the depravity of this, how he’ll get a pass, and the implications?
What implications? Oh, grasshoppers: the consequences that come from forcing and striving toward a risk free life are far worse than the random—or just—consequences of the life realities you seek to overcome. In real reality, you achieve only comfortable ignorance.