Rick Waldroup
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I saw Bill's thread yesterday about the incident in White Plains NY about the photographer being hasseled while shooting photos of the courthouse. Let me tell you about an incident that happened to me a about a month ago that had not so much to do with me shooting, as it did with me being stopped and detained for a short while because of a t-shirt I was wearing.
I shoot a lot in the downtown areas of Dallas and Ft. Worth. Since 9-11 I have been stopped three different times by police officers inquiring as to what I was taking photos of. Each time I explained that I am a street shooter and I provided ID and each time I was sent on my way with a "Have a nice day". No problems. I did not like being stopped but I understood their concern.
A couple of months ago I bought a goofy t-shirt from a web site- the t-shirt reads "Street Photographer...Not a Terrorist". One day I wore it while shooting in downtown Ft. Worth. I was standing in front of the courthouse shooting away when a police officer approached me on foot and asked me what was on my shirt. I showed it to him and he burst out laughing. He thought it was funny, just as I did when I purchased it. He then asked me about my Bessas and it turned out he was an avid photographer.
A week later I was wearing the same shirt in downtown Dallas and was standing on a street corner shooting some scenes of the lunchtime crowd when a squad car pulled up beside me and the one of the two officers motioned me over. I went over and he looked at my shirt and asked me in a completely sarcastic and confrontational tone of voice if I thought my shirt was funny. At this point, this is where I did not exercise good judgement and I asked him in the same tone of voice "Yes. Do you?" Well, that was all it took. He got out of the car, demanded ID. His partner then got out and while the first one was running the ID check started asking what I was taking photos of. Anyway, after about 5 minutes, another squad car pulled up and all together I was detained only for about 25 minutes. They finally let me go and the original officer who stopped me told me to "watch what I was taking pictures of".
Now, what to make of all this? I posted this story on a photo website based in Texas and for the most part I was roundly criticized for what happened. A lot of folks told me I got what I deserved for wearing such a stupid shirt, etc. And they may be right to a certain extent. And I certainly did not help matters in the way that I responded to the officer's question. But my basic premise is this and I stand by it 100%- I was initially stopped for one reason and one reason only- a police officer was offended by a shirt I was wearing. It was only after I made the smart-ass remark did anyone ask about the photos I was taking.
This is not to rant against the police at all. Theirs is a job I could never do. Who knows, maybe the officer was having a bad day and then again, maybe he is just a bad cop- who knows? Did he exceed his authority- I think he did but others have disagreed with me. I think we now live in a state of fear in this country. When is enough...enough? I will end this by saying that my father brought me up to respect law and order and authority. He also brought me up to just never bow down and indescriminately kiss authority's ass either.
I shoot a lot in the downtown areas of Dallas and Ft. Worth. Since 9-11 I have been stopped three different times by police officers inquiring as to what I was taking photos of. Each time I explained that I am a street shooter and I provided ID and each time I was sent on my way with a "Have a nice day". No problems. I did not like being stopped but I understood their concern.
A couple of months ago I bought a goofy t-shirt from a web site- the t-shirt reads "Street Photographer...Not a Terrorist". One day I wore it while shooting in downtown Ft. Worth. I was standing in front of the courthouse shooting away when a police officer approached me on foot and asked me what was on my shirt. I showed it to him and he burst out laughing. He thought it was funny, just as I did when I purchased it. He then asked me about my Bessas and it turned out he was an avid photographer.
A week later I was wearing the same shirt in downtown Dallas and was standing on a street corner shooting some scenes of the lunchtime crowd when a squad car pulled up beside me and the one of the two officers motioned me over. I went over and he looked at my shirt and asked me in a completely sarcastic and confrontational tone of voice if I thought my shirt was funny. At this point, this is where I did not exercise good judgement and I asked him in the same tone of voice "Yes. Do you?" Well, that was all it took. He got out of the car, demanded ID. His partner then got out and while the first one was running the ID check started asking what I was taking photos of. Anyway, after about 5 minutes, another squad car pulled up and all together I was detained only for about 25 minutes. They finally let me go and the original officer who stopped me told me to "watch what I was taking pictures of".
Now, what to make of all this? I posted this story on a photo website based in Texas and for the most part I was roundly criticized for what happened. A lot of folks told me I got what I deserved for wearing such a stupid shirt, etc. And they may be right to a certain extent. And I certainly did not help matters in the way that I responded to the officer's question. But my basic premise is this and I stand by it 100%- I was initially stopped for one reason and one reason only- a police officer was offended by a shirt I was wearing. It was only after I made the smart-ass remark did anyone ask about the photos I was taking.
This is not to rant against the police at all. Theirs is a job I could never do. Who knows, maybe the officer was having a bad day and then again, maybe he is just a bad cop- who knows? Did he exceed his authority- I think he did but others have disagreed with me. I think we now live in a state of fear in this country. When is enough...enough? I will end this by saying that my father brought me up to respect law and order and authority. He also brought me up to just never bow down and indescriminately kiss authority's ass either.
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