A black man could escape the overseer by fleeing up north.
A 1994 Justice Dept white paper on Community Policing:
https://www.ncjrs.gov/pdffiles/commp.pdf
It is noteworthy that the awful anti-drug DARE campaign was one of the earliest examples of community policing
Here are three articles for background on Camden:
https://time.com/3882679/barack-obama-camden/
https://www.pbs.org/newshour/show/happened-camden-started-rethinking-policing-build-trust
Camden saw a huge spike in murders 2012 after they laid off a bunch of cops in 2011. So they tried a "community policing" model. The "new" Camden is still a hellhole that is more dangerous than New York in the 1980's. Touting "community policing" lets them avoid detailing what they did -- hired more cops and had them crack down on petty crime and quality of life violations (a la Giuliani's "broken windows"). Unlike the NYPD under Giuliani, Camden hamstrings cops' ability to use force, which explains Camden still being incredibly dangerous. They also use Orwellian video and audio surveillance of the whole city
**tl:dr; ** Community Policing aside, Camden is still a shithole, and any improvements can be ascribed not to "community policing" but to using the Giuliani playbook, albeit badly .
Copypasta from when the internet was free (as in speech, not beer) and had a sense of humor.
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Break-Up
I remember falling asleep next to my last girlfriend. She'd have these horrible nightmares sometimes — I'd spoon up closely to her and rub her shoulder, whispering soothing nothings in her ear until she calmed down in her sleep. I remember thinking how good it made me feel to make her feel better and watch over her even when she was sleeping.
I'd sit up and listen for her breathing to slow down to normal again.
Then— POW! Right in the shitbox with the ol' dirty cock.
Anyway, we broke up.
I remember this other time coming home from work and finding my girlfriend in tears. She'd just gotten off the phone with her mother -- her grandmother had passed away in the night.
Standing there in the hallway, feeling small for my work problems, trying to comfort her, not knowing what to say, it was the first time I remember ever feeling a barrier with her — a sense that there was something wrong that I couldn't fix, that there was a part of her I didn't know.
Then I thought back to the day that my grandmother had died, and I suddenly realized what I needed to do.
"Honey? Do you remember when my grandmother died? Do you remember what you told me?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"And what did I say?"
"You said you wanted to put your dirty ol' cock in my shitbox."
"That's true, I did," I said, liberally distributing a few inches of the filthy ol' cock out of my pants. "Now, I've got a crazy idea here, I want you to hear me out..."
And then suddenly I'M the one getting kicked out of the apartment. People grieving suck ass, man!
"Excuse me, garcon— shitbox for one. I believe you'll find the reservation under a Mr. Floppy O. Cock."
"Jay, for the last time, I'm working. I'm not wearing that stupid maitre'd outfit." [type type type]
"Perhaps THIS will refresh your memory."
"Twenty dollars. Yes, great, thanks. I really need to get back to work." [type type type]
a pause.
"Perhaps THIS will refresh your memory."
"Jay, that had better not be what I think it is on my shoulder."
a pause.
"I drew a moustache on it."
"Get out!"
"Alright, Jay. My parents'll be here any minute. One more time. What won't you ask me?"
"mumblemumble..."
"Louder."
"If I can stick it in your dumper."
"What won't you stick in my dumper?"
"My filthy ol' cock."
"And what won't you call your genitals at ANY TIME tonight?"
"My filthy ol' cock."
"And what will you not -- under any circumstances -- even if you think it's called for, or if you misinterpret that someone wants to see it -- pull out of your pants tonight?"
[reluctantly] "My filthy ol' cock."
"And what won't you say tonight?"
"Anything."
"Good. Okay. Remember. Smile. And you're a mute."
[knock knock knock]
"That's them. How do I look?"
[leering, making move for pants zipper]
"Nevermind. Mom! Dad! How are you? How was your trip?"
"Horrible traffic off I-90. Your poor mother was a wreck."
"Well, let me take your coats. Mom, Dad, this is Jay, my mute boyfriend."
"Hello, Jay."
"Hello, Jay."
[mimed friendly hello]
"Can I get you anything to drink, Mom? Dad?"
"I'll have a sherry, dear."
"I'll have your mother up the shitbox, dear."
"DAD!"
"What? I will. Jay— you had this little number up the shitbox yet?"
[eyeing girlfriend nervously] "I'm... not at liberty to say."
Girlfriend runs out of room crying. Jay waits for the sound of door slamming.
"Okay, yes."
- by Jay Pinkerton
http://www.bikemojo.com/speak/7-raspa/26319-something-those-who-liked-beefy-flaps.html
We really should not be surprised by plague in the year of a censys this. It happened to King David (who slew Goliath), son of Jesse in just like it is happening to GEOTUS Donald (who slew Hillary), the son of Frederick.
2 Saul, ch. 24
Again the anger of the Lord was kindled against Israel, and he incited David against them, saying, “Go, number Israel and Judah.” So the king said to Jo′ab and the commanders of the army, who were with him, “Go through all the tribes of Israel, from Dan to Beer-sheba, and number the people, that I may know the number of the people.” But Jo′ab said to the king, “May the Lord your God add to the people a hundred times as many as they are, while the eyes of my lord the king still see it; but why does my lord the king delight in this thing?” But the king’s word prevailed against Jo′ab and the commanders of the army. So Jo′ab and the commanders of the army went out from the presence of the king to number the people of Israel. They crossed the Jordan, and began from Aro′er, and from the city that is in the middle of the valley, toward Gad and on to Jazer. Then they came to Gilead, and to Kadesh in the land of the Hittites; and they came to Dan, and from Dan they went around to Sidon, and came to the fortress of Tyre and to all the cities of the Hivites and Canaanites; and they went out to the Negeb of Judah at Beer-sheba. So when they had gone through all the land, they came to Jerusalem at the end of nine months and twenty days. And Jo′ab gave the sum of the numbering of the people to the king: in Israel there were eight hundred thousand valiant men who drew the sword, and the men of Judah were five hundred thousand.
But David’s heart smote him after he had numbered the people. And David said to the Lord, “I have sinned greatly in what I have done. But now, O Lord, I pray thee, take away the iniquity of thy servant; for I have done very foolishly.” And when David arose in the morning, the word of the Lord came to the prophet Gad, David’s seer, saying, “Go and say to David, ‘Thus says the Lord, Three things I offer you; choose one of them, that I may do it to you.’” So Gad came to David and told him, and said to him, “Shall three years of famine come to you in your land? Or will you flee three months before your foes while they pursue you? Or shall there be three days’ pestilence in your land? Now consider, and decide what answer I shall return to him who sent me.” Then David said to Gad, “I am in great distress; let us fall into the hand of the Lord, for his mercy is great; but let me not fall into the hand of man.”
So the Lord sent a pestilence upon Israel from the morning until the appointed time; and there died of the people from Dan to Beer-sheba seventy thousand men. And when the angel stretched forth his hand toward Jerusalem to destroy it, the Lord repented of the evil, and said to the angel who was working destruction among the people, “It is enough; now stay your hand.” And the angel of the Lord was by the threshing floor of Arau′nah the Jeb′usite. Then David spoke to the Lord when he saw the angel who was smiting the people, and said, “Lo, I have sinned, and I have done wickedly; but these sheep, what have they done? Let thy hand, I pray thee, be against me and against my father’s house.”
And Gad came that day to David, and said to him, “Go up, rear an altar to the Lord on the threshing floor of Arau′nah the Jeb′usite.” So David went up at Gad’s word, as the Lord commanded. And when Arau′nah looked down, he saw the king and his servants coming on toward him; and Arau′nah went forth, and did obeisance to the king with his face to the ground. And Arau′nah said, “Why has my lord the king come to his servant?” David said, “To buy the threshing floor of you, in order to build an altar to the Lord, that the plague may be averted from the people.” Then Arau′nah said to David, “Let my lord the king take and offer up what seems good to him; here are the oxen for the burnt offering, and the threshing sledges and the yokes of the oxen for the wood. All this, O king, Arau′nah gives to the king.” And Arau′nah said to the king, “The Lord your God accept you.” But the king said to Arau′nah, “No, but I will buy it of you for a price; I will not offer burnt offerings to the Lord my God which cost me nothing.” So David bought the threshing floor and the oxen for fifty shekels of silver. And David built there an altar to the Lord, and offered burnt offerings and peace offerings. So the Lord heeded supplications for the land, and the plague was averted from Israel.