So late one night last month (jan) I’m coming up on a traffic light, and I see it turn red. It’s late, my car is still cold, and I have no desire to sit at the light for 3 minutes.
I’m in the town that I was raised in, I currently work in, and own an office in.
I know this town and it’s streets very well. The town is in NJ, and I would guess has a population of about 15,000 and an area of 2X2 miles. If you live in a rural part of the country, you have to understand that in most of NJ the towns are literally side by side for miles and miles. So the small town thing does not always hold around here.
I know that there is a bank parking lot right there that I can cut through and avoid the light. (no turn on red) So I take it. As I’m nearing the exit of the parking lot, I look into my rear view mirror and I see a cop. He was hiding on the other side of the street in another parking lot, just waiting for this. There is no way out.
So he pulls me over. As luck would have it, I registered my car online earlier in the day and left my insurance ID card by the computer.
So he pulls me over and I pull out my wallet to give him my Drivers license/registration. I know a bunch of cops through martial arts and random other things just from living in the same state my whole life, so I had 3 PBA cards in there (PBA is basically the same thing as FOP). They are all from 2000, so the cop tells me those are all expired. I respond by telling him it is the beginning of the year, and I had forgotten to ask for new ones.
Then I hand him my papers and say:
Officer, there just three things I want to let you know.
 I know I screwed up. I’m not going to try and give you a whole list of excuses.
 I registered my car online today and forgot to bring my insurance ID card back into the car with me.
 (yes I really said this) I know alot of you guys. I own so and so company, and we helped out officer blank back when …I know officer…and officer…
…could you give me a non-moving violations ticket?
So we have this conversation about who I know and how I know them. (none of them well) He is quizzing me on last names, how long I’ve lived in the town etc… Then, without doing the standard “go back to the cop car and check out my record thing,” he just tells me to drive safe and give a big donation to the PBA this year.
So even though I walked away scott-free, I see a problem with this. I am the average Joe. Why should a couple of cards thrown at me by a couple of cops for non-police related favors get me special treatment? For that matter, why should family members and other relatives get special treatment?
I’m pretty much a realist, so I don’t expect a perfect world where everybody is treated by perfectly fair minded cops, but isn’t the existence of these cards just a slap in the face of equality?
Can anyone give me one good reason these cards should be allowed to exist in the first place? What is the justification for them?