27 unarmed police officers were injured at the peaceful protests in London last week (at least two seriously). I’ve seen no mention at all on news reports of how they’re recovering or of how many have been hurt this weekend, but from the photos I’ve seen it’s obvious that the numbers will be much higher.
They don’t matter, to the thugs who’d attack anyone who stopped them having their fun, or to the many on social media who at best casually condemn all police officers as brutal and/or racist and at worst call for more attacks on them. They’re despised for being weak when they hold back for fear of exacerbating a situation, condemned when they go in strongly. They’re society’s whipping boys (and girls), and I can’t for the life of me understand why anyone chooses to join their ranks. It’s certainly not for the pay, the hours, the fun or the respect from the general public.
For those in my family, it’s because they genuinely want to make a difference. I’m very proud of them, but after the experiences they’ve had, I wish they’d chosen easier ways of doing it.