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Ugly Truths of The World

“Who are you supposed to call when you are in trouble?”

It was a simple question asked by one of my closest friends, who also is in law school. It is a simple question that would usually illicit a simple answer of “the police”, however, the context in which the question was asked, caused everyone in the conversation to stop dead in their tracks…who are you supposed to call when you are in trouble?

The conversation surrounded the recent decision in the now infamous case regarding two NYPD officers accused of raping a woman who was intoxicated. The woman, who should have been helped when her taxi driver called the police after she was unable to leave the cab, was allegedly taken advantage of after the two officers walked her up to her apartment, and returned several times – not proper NYPD procedure. 

For all of the details on a very interesting case, please Google and get in the know.


Now days after the two officers were found innocent due to a lack of physical evidence, the two officers are now fired, and face the remainder of their life attempting to live life in a society that knew they were guilty.

However, while these two officers will struggle post trial, a victim who has walked through the fire that every rape victim does, will now live without closure to the most horrific experience in her life. 

And while I’ve never been one of those “all cops are bad” kind of people, stories like this force me to wonder, is anyone good? Or at least decent?

And if there is, what are my odds when I do call the police when I am in trouble?
Amazing. 

As a child, you are told to call the police immediately if anything is wrong. 

Now, well, we weigh the odds of whether it is worth it. 

The ugly truths of the world slowly unveil themselves as life goes on.

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