No. The police are recruited from the public. Unless you have evidence that somehow, being recruited as a police officer, turns some good people bad, then we can safely say that the bad police officers were always bad people.
I do but it's somewhat anecdotal.
Gordon Mitchell was an absolutely great guy whom I used to work with. We got on well. In fact to this day he hasn't returned the guitar I loaned him, such was my trust in him. He left the company we worked at to join the police in Dunfermline, my then home town. I didn't see Gordon for a few years until early one night, when returning from The Elizabethan on Halbeath Road a police car pulled up to me. In it was Gordon, in the passenger seat, and another copper driving.
Gordon had recognised me and had got his mucker to stop. We had a great catch up for around 5 mins or so at the roadside with a few laughs and memories. I leaned down a bit and put my hand on the door for support.
"Get yer haun aff the door". Came the, terse, command from Gordons colleague.
I laughed thinking he was kidding... he wasn't.
"Do as yer telt, get yer haun aff the ◊◊◊◊◊◊◊ door", was the next order. This came direct from Gordon. He changed in an instant, cursing at me.
In disgust, I turned, shook my head and walked off
without uttering a word. They proceeded to follow me, at walking pace, in the patrol car with both of them castigating me for reasons, other than the door lean, utterly unknown to me. This went on for only a short time and they sped off.
I would say that that night was probably the night that any relationship I would have with the police going forward was tarnished... for ever.
Well done Fife Constabulary (now Police Scotland).
Other than enforced interactions for firearms licensing every 5 years, I would not under any circumstances ask or expect a cop to assist me. As I've said, countless times, they will attempt to put you on the wrong side of the law at every opportunity, with impunity as to how they arrive at that situation.
This would have been around 1984/1985. What happened to the funny, happy go lucky lad that I used to work and socialise with?
The police happened to Gordon Mitchell.
That's my story, it's not been embellished. I've told you it exactly as it happened as it's burned in my memory.
Now Nessie, you've told us where you've policed and I'm 99.9% certain that you are NOT Gordon Mitchell. If you are, give me my guitar back.
ETA - I decided to do a bit of digging, having told this story. Would you believe Gordon done very well in the force? I'm not in the least surprised given his attitude. He finished up a Chief Insp.
He says that he followed the advice that a superintendent gave him. The advice was that he should, ‘treat everybody like they’re your mum’. Given my experience with my old friend, Gordon Mitchell, I hope his mum was OK after he joined.