I don’t trust police reports, either. Years ago (1983, to be exact) I was in a car accident. A couple of drunken prom kids ran me off the road (drunken, I’m assuming; I could tell by their fancy dress and the direction they came from that they were prom-goers). Some people walking by saw the whole thing and came to my aid & called the police. The officer dismissed the witnesses without taking a single name or statement. I was sitting in the back seat of the police car looking over the officer’s shoulder while he wrote the report. I ordered him to rip that sheet up and start over! He said that it’s what happened. He had written that “the victim was distraught because she wasn’t going to the prom and it was a SUICIDE ATTEMPT!” I informed him, “First of all, my prom was last year…and I didn’t go to it, either. Second, I had had a WONDERFUL day today and, up until the accident, was in a great mood. Third, who with any ounce of sense would attempt suicide by driving a 1972 Plymouth Satellite station wagon into a tree?” I ended up going to the station the next day & talking to the OIC, who was a family friend, to report the officers less-than-professionalism. It turned out that the officer was near the end of shift & just wanted to finish & go home.
October 18, 2014
August 31, 2017