Police officers armed with truncheons and shields forming a phallanx under a hot summer afternoon sun; lady officers having a small girly chit-chat while seated on the bangketa along the old and abandoned Ever Gotesco Building, hiding their fears away knowing that they would once again form the front lines of the main riot control force; An apparently gay police officer proudly strutting in the middle of an empty Recto avenue; A young cute policeman buying a bottled water from a street vendor; Policemen that lined the entire stretch of Centro Escolar University taking an afternoon siesta using their plastic shields as their papag. Two police officers a neophyte and a veteran having a boy talk while looking at a fellow officer who erected a makeshift hammock across the corridor; a lone policeman eating his late-delivered lunch courtesy of McDonalds while waiting for new orders to arrive as his group guards the entrance gates of JP Rizal going to Malacanang. A group of policemen huddled together on the side of the street grooving to HipHop music blaring from an officer's car stereo.
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These human images of policemen waiting for hell to arrive, and are often portrayed as mean and unforgiving by the press makes you wonder sometimes why such bloody and violent clashes must be done in order to maintain peace and order during these heated times. If only both opposing parties would realize that there's no point of out-manning one another just to prove their point at the expense of people who works for them, I guess this nation would emerge much stronger and compassionate than the generation before it.
I swear, if I had my digicam with me, I would have taken those feel-good images so that I may show in cyberspace that each of us are the same.
Only high piss ego and blinded, selfish idealism is what keeps us apart.
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