Friday, March 8, 2013
Why we need more female cops
A few nights ago, I heard cries for help and ran outside to find a half naked and badly beaten girl crouched against the curb crying.
She was a prostitute.
I put my coat around her, and my arms. I called the police and stayed with her until they came.
The police came, and the paramedics, and the firefighters.
They were all burly men, towering over the girl sitting on the curb. They did their job, but there was no compassion in their voices; no empathy in their demeanor. My own husband stood with his arms crossed, rolling his eyes.
When people talk about women being cops and firefighters, they talk about physical strength and authority.
But what about the ability to look at a prostitute and see a lost and fragile girl who has made some bad decisions, but doesn't deserve to be treated like a piece of garbage. Why shouldn't a police officer know what it feels like to be vulnerable and weak? How much safer would citizens feel if some of the people who responded to their calls for help could put their arm around them and tell them that everything is going to be ok?
My dream for women in this country, and in this world, is not that we be treated exactly the same as men, but that our strengths would be equally valued.