|Not Your Typical Naked Suspect|
Sadly, Rob would be correct if these were his thoughts, at least the part about being desperate for readers. Of course I'm desperate, Rob! For God's sake I'm a writer! However, I wish to set everyone's minds to rest about the following content: I have rated it R for mature, though in some sections it is I for the opposite.
There comes into the life of every police officer (sooner or later; rarely or often) the naked suspect. This is not a subject extensively covered (stop snickering), if at all, in the police academies of our nation. Mostly, they arrive unannounced and unexpected, much like Monty Python's Spanish Inquisition, "No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!" Well, the police rarely expect the naked suspect. You may wonder how professional police officers, like myself, know when a naked person is a suspect. The answer to this is generally straightforward--when they are naked. Once a naked person is spotted in a public venue, the police go on high alert--this is not normal behavior. There are many motives, causes, and M.O.'s, ranging from youthful hi-jinks and drunkenness, to drug-induced euphoria and psychosis. On a much more serious note, sometimes they are not suspects at all, but victims, but I will not be addressing this aspect in what I intend to be more light-hearted blog.
I can offer several personal examples of encounters with the naked suspect: It would sometimes happen during a busy summer night at the Jersey Shore, that a naked person, like the proverbial deer, would appear suddenly in the headlights of our marked unit. Sometime a herd of them. It was equally possible, though much more rare, for it to occur during daylight hours, as well.
Making a sweep of the beach in the wee hours before dawn might also reveal people who, through a series of events seemingly beyond their control, had also divested themselves of all clothing. It appears that, for some, the salubrious sea air loosened the shackles of convention, rendering clothing irrelevant.
Typically, our reaction to such phenomenon was not as enthusiastic as one might expect. Think about it--is there any dignity left to the officer who arrests the naked suspect? I think you may know the answer to that if you think about it. You've only to picture yourself tackling a naked dude, or gal, in view of dozens, if not hundreds, of on-lookers. And then what? Do you normally carry around a casual-wear wardrobe in the trunk of your car? Note: We did carry blankets in the trunks of our patrol units, though not specifically for the purpose of clothing the naked. May I also direct your attention to the question of why, when carefully considered, you would wish to handle a sweaty, naked stranger when you have no idea where he/she has been? And though Hollywood would have it otherwise, naked folk are not always attractive--at least to others. They often find themselves quite lovely, hence the paucity of clothing. In one long-running affair, we had a senior citizen who felt his nakedness on the beach, or while swimming, was something no reasonable person could object to. He was no Jack Lalane, nor was he destined for a leading role in adult cinema. Oddly, many beachgoers did object, especially small-minded mothers and fathers with young children. As I once pointed out to him, "This is not France, buddy."
In another instance, when responding to a complaint of a noisy party in the wee hours, we were confronted with an array of naked suspects. It appeared that an all-female pool party was in progress, sans swim-wear. After a lengthy surveillance to ensure that no actual crime was in progress, we revealed our presence and quickly restored order--one of the less painful encounters of the naked sort, that I had so far endured. Caution rookie officer: this was an exception, not the norm for the naked encounter! Most will make you cry out, "Oh dear God, no! My eyes...my eyes!" At the very least, you can expect to question the wisdom of your last meal.
The aforementioned blanket may, in fact, be your best defense against the naked suspect. Here is a technique you may wish to remember: Summoned to a domestic, my partner and I were confronted with a fully clothed husband, and a completely naked wife. She was a very angry naked wife. She was also very drunk and drugged-out, and using their bed as a trampoline while hurling all available objects at us, screaming, "Don't touch me!" The EMT's took one look and said, "We'll wait outside with the ambulance." My partner and I looked at one another and shared a single thought--blanket!
With panther-like grace, he leapt onto the still-quaking bed, seizing her hand in a reverse-wrist take-down and bringing her face-down onto the mattress. There we proceeded to quickly roll her into the top cover like a cocktail sausage. It was not dignified, but it was effective, and resulted in the least amount of handling possible in the circumstances.
|Edvard Munch's "The Scream"|
So there you have it, dear readers--a smattering of knowledge and ideas on handling the naked suspect--ideas and knowledge that I pray you never have to use, or have used on you. Nakedness is a wonderful thing if you're centerfold material, or still south of three years old, but for the vast majority of us clothing remains the most appropriate option. Take it from someone who's seen far more than he ever wanted to, a clothed world is a prettier world. So until next time--keep your pants on and your hands to yourself. Still good advice in an uncertain world.