A journal about the Third Chapter, my life as a widow. Cooking-for-one, Entertaining, Travel, Grief, Family, Friends, Ageing, Photography, Living in San Miguel de Allende, GTO, Mexico and Living in the time of the Coronavirus
Sunday, June 22, 2014
San Miguel's Police Force
Last week at the Locos Parade these policemen were stationed on Ancha de San Antonio near the start of the parade. Seeing their uniforms with pockets for equipment, bullet-proof vests, boots and communication gear reminded me of 2006 when we helped a friend after she had been assaulted. The police guys at that time were skinny young men who looked to be about 18 years old. They had pants and a shirt that said "Police." One of them had the stub of a pencil and one tiny piece of paper to write on but that was okay because his ability to spell and write were very elementary.
A lot has changed in eight years. Today, the policemen and women are men and women who look like they can handle themselves in confrontation. This was the first time I had seen them with dogs and these are some serious dogs. Shortly after I took this picture I saw them take the dogs over to a hotel and get a bucket of water for them. The next time I saw them, they had a man with his hands on the wall and his feet spread. Oh my God, I thought, what has he done. They frisked him and two of them were talking to him sternly. Then they stepped away, turned him away from the parade area and motioned for him to go. He staggered away. Oh, so somehow in the crowd they had seen him, figured he had been partying for too long so they sent him on his way and away from the families at the parade.
There are so many things in Mexico that are different from the US justice system and I'm not going to try to explain my understanding of those differences. However if I need the police, I am glad that they look like they have training, the ability to handle themselves and equipment. And I'm hopeful that the improvements will extend into all areas of the justice system.
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I find this very interesting. My sister and I traveled to San Miguel de Allende on a tour bus with our city's manager and several other city officials some years back. If I saw a police officer once it was too much. I loved it. The main reason I went was because I had read that it was nicknamed, "Little Spain". I've always wanted to travel to Madrid, Spain ever since I was a little girl dancing flamenco. We went to a restaurant/bar where a very talented group of flamenco dancers were featured a particular evening. I was in seventh heaven to say the least. Thank you so much for your post. It certainly was enlightening. I will continue to read them as often as you write them. :D
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