Washing Hands

Part 1

Another morning. Another shame I should hide. Has to hide. The alarm clock I have put on silent again; Not by accident, but because I knew yesterday that I would regret waking up today. My hands are bound. 

 Mentally. 

It also happened physically once. I look at the alarm clock 9:48, August 15, 2114. I twist in bed and try to convince myself to get this day over with, but my body is fighting back,

Fighting against me. 

I fall off the bed, I get up with a moan. I look at my lumpy palms and red wounds. My brain, my body, my mind is trying to convince me to stay home with my wife. My good memories. They remind me that working out there is both obviously dangerous and foolhardy. I wash my hands. I wash my memories away. 

I rub soap into my wounds, hoping to see the people who did this to me are suffering, while my memories appear involuntarily.

I was on my way home from my humiliating job as a police officer. Day in and day out you get spat on, laughed at, kicked, beaten, teased, hunted, mocked. 

And forgotten. 

It is not the usual bullies and young boys who have convinced the community, the country, the world, that any kind of law is no longer beneficial to anyone. It is us, the police. We did this to ourselves. The government comes with their usual promises to improve society while giving tax havens to foreign businesses; intentionally. Just as they raise the tax on just ordinary citizens.

The promises that their hands were, are tied to, they have over time managed to scratch their ropes over bit by bit, with new and "better" promises than the last. They wash their hands. from commitments and trust of the citizens out in the sink. It all started with the robbery down by the bakery, and the murder of his baker's assistant. 

After the owner had called 911, he was queued as number 96. 

Why? 

Because the police had mistaken real crimes, with insignificant incidents like a cat in a tree, examining halloween parties, after dead bodies. 

Of flesh and blood. 

This one time, when this actually happened, it should have been a good enough lesson for us. But no. Even after it appeared on TV, we have yet not realized, that the police have the most important job in society.

With this thought, I also become aware that it is not only the police forces and actions that are wasted, but also the hospitals. All the relief groups who themselves, have had the lives of dying people in their hands, but who have now given up reaching their hand out. No one cares about what's happening in the world anymore. What happens to each other.