Students Create Display Critical Of Police, School Authorities Freak Out

Students at Clearview Regional High School recently created a wall display at the school that was unequivocally critical of police. The display featured a paper cutout of a person, with hands raised, and was accompanied by signs reading, “Hands up! Don’t Shoot” and “Police Brutality.”

School authorities were much chagrined and distressed by the display, with Superintendent John Horchak lamenting the situation “has been difficult,” and promising to meet with individuals “to try and ascertain what transpired.” As if it were not abundantly clear. What “transpired” was some well-informed students were mother fucking sick of police brutality. It cannot be so difficult for a goddamn superintendent to ascertain this was the driving motivation.

While authoritarian school bureaucrats wring their hands like a bunch of wussies and vow the matter will be “handled appropriately,” to Cop Block followers and like-minded thinkers, this can only be seen as a glimmer of hope for the youth in a sea of baffling and willful ignorance.

Unfortunately, though predictably, the display of relatively mild criticism was taken down immediately. So much for free speech. They’ll shove the First Amendment and the Bill of Rights and all kinds of theoretical bullshit down childrens’ throats in K-12, but god forbid the children actually exercise those alleged rights. And I do mean “god forbid” literally, because insulting the police in this country is treated like some sacrilegious act of blasphemy. Arguably, criticism of the police is worse than criticism of God; declaring one does not subscribe to God or religion might raise some eyebrows in certain parts of the country, but one who harbors an open dislike for the police is almost universally viewed as a lunatic, traitor, and a criminal.

Superintendant Horchak added he was unhappy about the message because he loves the police, stating, “It’s obviously upsetting to us as a school for individuals to post things that are not accurate and to paint the district as not supportive (of police).”

Unsurprisingly, Horchak did not describe what was inaccurate about the display. Is police brutality not a problem? Do police not shoot plenty of unarmed people? Likely, what he really meant was to convey his befuddledment and shock that any free thinkers could possibly remain after years of inculcation with government ass-kissing in public schools.

For an educator to actually believe police bring any kind of positivity to the educational process is both ludicrous and disturbing. Their very presence on campus is an oppressive reminder of the police state that is America. Jaywalking? Fine. Unlicensed lemonade stand? Illegal. Marijuana? Jail. Underage drinking? Jail. Unauthorized collection of rainwater? Illegal. Feeding the homeless? Jail. You so much as fucking breathe in the wrong direction, and your ass will probably go to jail.

From the elementary education stage, D.A.R.E. officers patrol campuses with reprehensible lies and propaganda about how Marijuana fries the brain and snorting cocaine will make your penis fly off. This dastardly program has involved D.A.R.E. officers converting unsuspecting children into informants who turn their parents in for lighting up a joint every once in a while (more here). D.A.R.E. officers purposely and dishonestly encourage children to trust police, when the reality is that in the adult (real) world, one should almost never make statements of any kind to police, and should always assert the rights to remain silent and to have an attorney present during questioning. If you trust lawyers who tell you to keep your goddamn mouth shut when dealing with cops, why the fuck would you trust a bunch of police to brainwash your children into believing they should behave in the opposite manner – always talk to police and report their family members for non-violent and petty transgressions?

Once, so many years ago, when I was 15 years old, I jaywalked safely across a street instead of walking a quarter mile down to the nearest cross walk. I then cut across a few apartment complexes on my way to a friend’s house. When I had almost arrived at my destination, a cop car was parked in the middle of an empty parking lot of a condo complex. The cop was leaning against his patrol vehicle, with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for me. He glared at me, explained he had seen me jaywalking, and wrote me a $60 ticket. This was the first time I learned the grave offense of jaywalking was one warranting police response in the form of stalking and a stakeout.

The next week, a douche cop interrupted my Latin class to deliver some kind of presentation. I couldn’t fathom anything a cop had to say would be more interesting than translating the Book of Dido (seriously), but I was willing to give him a chance; who knows – maybe a murderer or rapist was on the loose (though considering where I grew up, highly unlikely, in retrospect). I looked up and saw it was the same officer who wrote me the bullshit jaywalking ticket the week before. He began to blather on superciliously about drunk driving, but before he got two sentences in, my eyes glazed over and I started to hold back the rising vomit. I didn’t even drink alcohol at the time, but I decided that any dumbfuck who thinks robbing a 15 year-old of $60 for jaywalking across an empty street was not in the moral position to be lecturing me about pretty much anything.


Yet, jaywalking tickets are the least offensive of police abuses. It is nothing compared to the scores of innocent victims who have died at the hands of police. Indeed, the students who created the display at Clearview Regional High School are a beacon of hope in the moral wasteland of the American police state. They are not troublemakers; they are not a problem that needs to be “handled.” School authorities who are more upset over the insult to police than the actual brutality complained of should reflect upon the meaning and purpose of education and accordingly remedy their own abject and pathetic ignorance.


Georgia Sand

Georgia (George) Sand is an attorney located in sunny California. She enjoys beer, jogging, the beach, music, and chatting with her cats in her spare time.