In my little town, it’s black uniforms. I remember one guy with not one, but two drop-leg holsters. And yhat was twenty years ago.
This whole thing is very weird, and very depressing.
I was a young man back in the 1970s. I wouldn’t say that I was a hippie. But I kinda looked like one. And in the few times I interacted with the police they treated me with respect. I appreciated that.
Time marches on. Today I’m a old guy, a graybeard. And now in the few times I interact with the police they talk to me like I’m trash.
Something fundamental has changed. And it’s not me. It’s them.