He notes he would not have called the police under those circumstances, and goes on to muse on the circumstances under which he might call the police -- very few; over on Unfogged, they have a similar thread.
See, because for many of us in America, the police are not protectors, they are oppressors. It's what I was saying in the previous thread: they do not, in fact, protect "us." They protect them, those rich (white) folk up on the hill. (Yeah, I'm white, and I'm at least tentatively middle-class, but I'm on the edge of poverty, and I drive a crappy car and come from the trailer class, and frequently get pulled over for Driving While Poor.) You don't call for the police, in this class, and you aren't pleased to see them when they show up.
This became clear to me a year or so ago, when TOLP, who comes from a very different class, had her wallet stolen. When my wallet was stolen, about nine years ago, I shrugged it off -- well, okay, I cursed and muttered, and said bad words. But that's all I did. Then I went and got a new driver's license and shit. When the folks at the state asked why I said I had lost my wallet.
TOLP called the police. Then she pressed for an investigation. Then she followed up on the fucker, dogging the police and shit, going down to the cop shop of her own free will, and -- shit, she made me go to the cop shop, one of the scarier moments of our relationship. Who goes to visit the police when they ain't have to? Bint's obviously crazy.*
I cannot think of a single circumstance under which I would call the police -- well, maybe if I guy was breaking into my house with a chainsaw. Maybe. Probably even then I would just run out the front door.
What about you?