If you grew up in Queensland, Australia, in the late 20th century, you were taught to hate cops. It’s not like they did it in school or there was a standard issue training camp or anything. Knowing happened in things you saw.
I went to the Blue Light Discos in dingy Police Youth Centres that looked different at night with the dance-floor lights spinning. I saw that cops could be kind and teach you how to box, but how sometimes, those things might end up meaning something else. A cop might take your head and bash it into a street curb, because he could.
