Freddie Gray on My Mind! That Cry! Lost on the Cops!

There was a young black man named Freddie Gray. His voice, in the most authentic expression of the tragic moan I have ever heard. Such a sound usually appears on the stage, acted in the dramas of the ancient Greeks and Elizabethan tragedies. When I heard the loud moan coming out of Freddy’s throat as the policemen picked him up, a moan, authentic, deeply felt, by me, as his tragedy expressed itself arising from his great pain in the midst of those human beings committed by oath to protect and keep the peace, I thought, immediately, “Those men have no empathy!”

Imagine, a group of men trained in the evils of crime who have no empathy, any ability of feeling with the victim, the sufferers of what issues from crime. They had prejudged that person as one guilty person who had no need for justice and its trials to decide criminal behavior. No, let him suffer. They picked him up, he moaning unforgettable cries of pain surging from his broken back, and I, deeply empathizing that pain, screaming at those unfeeling monsters on the television screen.

They were impervious to that cry for some basic human care. “Let him suffer!” they must have been thinking.

Now, I hear that cry, and I am suffering with a deep, empathic reverberation of it.

The larger meaning may be clear. Enforcers of the law may have had their capability for empathy irreversibly destroyed by their everyday encounters with the lawbreakers of our society. I wonder if the spouses of officers of the law suffer from their daily interaction with men and women who must deal with the criminals who have no feeling for the victims of their evil actions.

The hazards of law enforcement. For our guardians. Was there no training in the emotional sides of policing? These days, I feel certain that that may become a concern of police-chiefs everywhere. They must be questioned about the apparent lack of instruction in “appropriate” empathy as a significant part of their “dirty” job in dealing with all sorts of miscreants. I do not know, but I presume that chiefs have already entered that side of policing.

That cry! That pain! I cannot forget it. To them? It was nothing. Prejudgment! Freddie! You deserved better treatment. Policemen! You must have the course that will have to awaken your judgment of what is right and wrong, regardless of your pre-judgment. Freddie deserved better. The way you picked up that kid was not right. You just have to withhold any temptation to rub it in. Or if it was not prejudgment, then stop doing a medically trained person’s job.

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