Policing SOPs

TIMES INT'L

Satiricus was livid. On one hand, his hard-working leader Nagga Man had returned from his medical sojourn in the States and from his vaunted position in the top echelons in Government was sure to bring Guyanese hospitals to First World standards. Already the British had been so ashamed Nagga Man had to go to the Yanks for medical treatment, they’d already pumped in funds to boost four hospitals.
“But look at the way the Police treated my MP Chandra Rass!” he exploded to the fellas at the Back Street Bar, where he’d arrived.
“Tek am easy, Sato!” advised Cappo, pushing a beer towards Satiricus. “De Police only bin a do dem jaab!”
“Job!?! Job!?!” Satiricus almost screamed. “The man is a Member of Parliament!!”
“Budday!! Four big man a drive wan 4×4 middle a de nite,” Bungi said, “wha’ yuh waan de Police fuh t’ink?”
“That’s ‘profiling’!” said Satiricus exasperatedly. “They can’t do that!”
“But the Police told Charan Rass their vehicle was driving all over the road,” pointed out Hari mildly. “And we know they had come back from a Parika to Bartica excursion!!”
“An’ dem na tek dem wife!?” said Cappo. “Me know wha’ guh laang deh!!”
“Charan Rass only piss de Police aff w’en ‘e tell dem ‘da a wan ole Police line’!” advised Bungi solemnly. “’E shoulda aks fuh de rum-breat’ tes’,”
“That’s the problem,” said Satiricus who was still upset. “They took him to the station because they didn’t have a breath-analyser with them!”
“You should complain to your leader Rum Jhaat,” said Hari. “How he expect the Police to enforce his curfew?”
“An’ wha’ mek ‘e shout a de Police dat ‘e a wan MP?” asked Cappo. “Me wou’da t’row ‘e rass in jail!”
“Well, he did say he’ll complain to Public Security Minister Rum Jhaat and the Police Commish – and even Prezzie,” said Satiricus. “That’ll teach the Police to disrespect a KFC MP!!”
“My friend, the Police only following suit,” said Hari softly. “The KFC disrespected themselves after they allowed the Pee-an’-See to treat them like doormats.”

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