Training Day with Denzel Washington is one of my most favorite movies of all time. Denzel’s acting is excellent. The movie is scary for it’s realism.
When the movie starts, I’m on Denzel Washington’s (Alonzo’s) side. As the movie continues, slowly I find myself switching sides and supporting the rookie cop. But I realize that in real life, I would probably be more in favor of Denzel Washington’s role than the white rookie cop.
Though well intentioned, I wonder if the movie gives the wrong message to the naive, young and innocent.
This rookie cop thinks that the force of the law–the force of justice is behind him. He feels justified in being righteous. And that is where he is a fool. He is a modern day Don Quixote. He believes in being a chivalrous knight of shining armor in a world that is tarnished.
Whose fault is it that no one told this rookie cop about the way that life really is? Whose responsibility was it to tell him? If this rookie cop went on a chest thumping mission of cleaning up the world, sooner or later he would die. He would rub some politician or someone higher up the wrong way. They wouldn’t care for his arrogance and his straight shooting ideas of right and wrong in a world where people are supposed to bend to the different subtle flavors of power. And that which does not bend when it is supposed to, when a greater force asks you to bend, gets crushed.
It’s not personal…it’s just the law of nature.
Here is this cop. Just graduated from police academy. Feels all high and righteous to save the world. Thinks that the world operates with these clean ideas of morality, when it doesn’t. He thinks that he is backed up by the force of righteousness. It’s not.
The rookie cop wants to turn the world into something from his ideals…without taking the time to understand where the world is really at. Is there more grease in the world than he has the soap to clean? He doesn’t have to consider all that. He’s righteous, and somehow, magically, his chivalry is going to make up for all the shit in the world. Puh-lease.
He totally doesn’t understand the power dynamics of the world that he lives in, including his individual power in the larger dynamic playing out. He totally doesn’t understand the degree to which the forces of justice will protect him when he goes head first to bend these other forces of power. This is a recipe for him to get crushed. And he almost does, under that Mexican gang’s gun in the bathtub. It was sheer luck, and the good will (and somewhat, stupidity) of the Mexican gang that they let him go. If they were smart, they wouldn’t have relied on the rookie cop’s good will to not come back with a vendetta.
He is a fool for trying to do his job in a vacuum without taking the time to understand the power dynamics in the world around him and how his own personal power fits into that equation. By doing so, he has made himself into a law of nature, while ignoring the laws of nature that operate. Arrogance.
And what? He is going to personally redefine the world with his ideas of righteousness that he learned in school? He thinks that the way the world is, is not going to push back, when he goes plunging into the darkness, mistaking it for the light?
Why didn’t police academy train this cop for the real world? Why did they feed him liberal bullshit that doesn’t apply to the way the streets function? Why didn’t the system protect this rookie cop from destroying himself? Why didn’t it vaccinate him with all the disease that he would face out so that he knew his realistic role? Why did the system over-play the good that he would achieve and set unreasonable expectations for him? Don’t you think that his liberal bullshit education turned him into a pessimist?
Why didn’t it teach him about who he could fight and how…and not to go after seeking justice blindly? Why didn’t it teach him about his own limitations?
In the steets, if you want to survive, you learn to study your environment and be flexible. You learn to study yourself in relation to the power dynamics playing out. Yes, it asks you to be adaptable. And yes,sooner or later in the process you find yourself twisted out of everything you knew to be good. But that is why it’s called the streets, its where the rubber hits the road. And sometimes the friction erases a part of you.
When this rookie cop gets twisted out of shape in the context of trying to adapt to the real world, whose responsibility is it to put him back into shape? Where is that mold that he would use to put himself back into shape? Why would he be motivated to regain this shape? Why is it better to play it straight than to be twisted…if being twisted allows you to survive the streets a lot better than if you play it straight?