Originally posted by Cobra
Let's not forget that videos have also saved some Officers' careers.
Cobra
There are many Police Forces in the world who struggle to seek those video camera in the cars some of those in the US carry for that exact reason Cobra. In Australia we are still fighting for video mounts in the Patrol Cars. I believe one state is still conducting a trial. They have had both positive and negative results from them.
My Police Force now carrys video cameras as part of Domestic Violence kits in the boot (trunk for you Yanks) of our cars. Unfortunately they are only good if you have time to get them out and use them. Rarely the case when things go to hell in a hand basket but good for collecting evidence after an incident.
My video storyA Couple of years ago, my partner and I attended a house for a routine Noise Complaint. A loud stereo keeping the neighbours awake. A simple job that normally takes about 2 minutes with a Police request to turn it down more often than not complied with the first time around.
It was about 2am in the morning. The street was dark and the porch unlit. When we arrived in the street, there were drunken youths everywhere and they littered not only the party house but the front lawns of everyone else nearby.
The usual pigsnorts and rhetorical comments followed us getting out of the car walking up to the front door. You ignore it until you get a decent excuse to arrest, depending on your mood at the time. All we wanted to do at the time was get the job done, clean out the drunks and get back in the car.
Knocking at the door, we were met by a 16 year old female who promptly slammed the door back in our face. Knock knock knock again (a little louder this time) Door opens, 3 large males fill the empty doorspace. I look behind us and the steps leading up the porch we were on, had now been filled by a number of drunken teens with more coming across the yard.
We're standing on a cement porch with an iron railing to the front door. Only one way on or off without stepping into the house or jumping the rail. My partner also recognises the danger and asks for the light porch to be turned on. He is informed to "F" off.
Now our simple little job no longer looks like its going to be a quick one. My partner reaches for the lightswitch located just inside the door. His reasoning? We were now in a bad position, outnumbered by a hostile crowd and the mood was decidedly unhealthy. As he does so, he's greeted with a punch to the arm he has extended.
All hell breaks loose. The 3 inside the door charge us. The Crowd on the steps come up and grab at us. Remember now, that we carry firearms along with many other nasties. We have a responsibility to ensure those firearms remain under OUR control at all times. Whenever a Cop is involved in any struggle, his No.1 concern is his firearm. We are now getting blows to the back, back of our heads, legs face etc. My partner and I are moving back to back giving as good as we get. Surrounded and badly outnumbered, we both try to get to our radios to call for backup. No good. 1 hands on our firearms, the other hands assisting our feet in meeting the threat. We are up close and personal with no room to move. You cant swing a cat let alone use a baton, torch or if we had it back then which we didnt, OC Spray.
I see my partner get thrown down the cement steps onto the grass below. The drunken youths are on top of him immediately raining blows down upon him. Im still getting my fair share up above. I jump from the railing and land on the heap below grabbing the first thing in my hand. My Maglite 6 cell torch. No longer is it Mummy and Daddys little boy and girl on the ground who never broke the law before and wouldnt hurt a fly. Now its almost facing a Gun day and someones going to get a hole in them. Swinging this Maglite, I hear thuds and cracks as it meets n greets those on top of my partner. Those who were above on the steps are now down and on me. Those who can get through the maglite

One minute im on my back covered in scumbags, the next its my partner as we watch each other and attack from side to side dependant on who's getting it worse.
We fought on Adrenalin for somewhere in the vicinity of 5 minutes.
In this time we managed 1 urgent short call to Communications who had no idea what was going on but knew enough to determine it was ugly. We had wooden planks smashed against us, fists and feet smacking us in the head, legs, back etc and the only reason noone got shot that night was because it was safer in our predicament to have the firearm in the holster.
When the Cavalry arrived, lights and sirens blazing, 2 battered and beaten Coppers lay on the deck sucking in air amidst a pile of drunken casualties and a horde of screaming teenagers and adults running in all directions to get away.
It was estimated that there were 100 people at the party. My partner and I were fighting back to back anywhere between 20-30 of them. The others watched and urged their mates on. Noone called Police except the neighbours who didnt want to be involved.
When it all had ended, before the Cavalry even returned back to the Station some 15 minutes away, a bunch of these party dwellers where at the front desk with horrified parents making Police Complaints of Brutality. The nasty 2 that took on 30.
A Couple of months later, im standing in the box at Court whilst the defence mouthpiece for one of the 3 in the doorway is describing the horrible injuries his client had sustained and the awful Police Brutality that took place on that night. The scumbag was standing beside him still sporting a bandage around his head from where I put a tennis ball size hole in the side of his head with my Maglite.
Even I after still being in the box giving evidence some 4 hours after I first stepped into it, thought it sounded bad. Then the Prosecutor steps up to the plate with a video !
"Oh Happy days" im thinking. Who's side are you on!
Turns out that one of the less than helpful neighbours that night video'ed the entire event from start to finish, including Police actions involved in the arrests of some of those responsible.
It was a beautiful thing and clear as day. The peanut (defendant) was found guilty. The rest changed their plea's and the good guys won the day.
The best part of the day, was that the peanut had called one of his mates as a witness. He had sat outside the court all day, giving us smug looks with a face that had just "F"ed the cat and all about how he was going to screw us over and have our jobs.
I Kept silent and waited until after the Court proceedings were over where I approached him and placed him under arrest. His mate had unwittingly presented me a gift. This dweed had been swinging a wooden plank at my face on the night of the party and had clocked my partner over the head with it at one stage. Id been looking for him (no priors or record) ever since

For my injuries, I got nothing from Criminal Compensation. I was battered but nothing broken. My partner suffered a broken leg amongst his bruises and recieved a pittance. One of the defence counsels following these matters even sent a letter to the Commish praising our actions on the night in showing restraint where firearms were clearly appropriate.
(Little did he know, that had I been able to get at it safely, there'd be a few less teenagers in the world today

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Just 1 instance where Video worked for the Good Guys.

As I stated before, I dont want an Angel at my side working the job. Angels have to die to earn their wings. None of the people at the party had Criminal records. All were Angels in mummy and daddys eyes. And no doubt, had that neighour not had the presence of mind to video the whole thing, then they'ed have all still been angels in the eyes of the Courts and You.