12/05/2023
So sad …
Two beautiful dogs were shot at point-blank range on a canal towpath in East London a couple of days ago. Seven Met officers were there; they killed the dogs. One of the dogs was running away when he was shot.
The press tells us that the dogs were aggressive, that the caregiver of the dogs was aggressive and that the police had no choice. The Met tell us that too.
Now though, when everyone has a camera in their pocket, we don’t need to look to the news for our news. We don’t have to believe the ones with all the power. We can gain a balanced view, one where all the evidence isn’t presented in a neatly packaged opinion handed to us to become our very own.
Well, we can see when we want to.
I won’t describe the video to you because it’s everywhere. If you want to watch it, do – but I wouldn’t if I were you. Yet, if you think the police had no choice – watch it from start to finish, you - specifically you, need to.
Shortly afterwards, more videos came out on social media.
One of the dogs and their caregiver on a train is having a cuddle.
One that shows the ‘attack’ on a woman and her dog that led to the police approaching these dogs and their human. A video that shows a woman screaming and the (now dead) dogs and their caregiver in the background. The dogs were not even looking her way, totally relaxed. Not dogs who had attacked or were about to.
One that shows the family of three being followed by the seven, armed police. Seven.
Everyone has an opinion on who is to blame.
Is it the Met because their officers were not prepared or seemingly capable of de-escalating a situation, and instead pointed guns and shouted at two scared dogs and a man who was just trying to protect them. We all know the Met has some serious dysfunction going on in there.
Is it the officers themselves? Because they pulled the trigger. Twice.
Is it the government because they created laws based on a dog’s breed that made people fear those breeds and ignored the fact that other breeds bite and fight much more.
Is it the press, filled with stories about Bully dogs killing people and savaging kids. The press who tells us that every dog breed is in fact a bull breed when it suits them. Stories which create a woman who sees two gentle looking bully dogs and grab her own little one, to run squealing away.
Is it a society that tells us people without homes are lesser somehow, that their dogs matter less? That their lives matter less?
I think it’s all of these. And I also think it’s you and me, because we allow it to happen.
We allow our opinions to be guided, we allow ourselves to be good little people who work and pay our taxes. We allow the fearmongering, divide and conquer approach by the government and press to divide us.
We also assume. We assume that someone different from us will harm us in some way. We assume that someone hasn’t got a home because of their own behaviour, because there is something wrong with them.
We assume that bully breeds are aggressive and stay out of their way.
And we forget, or simply don’t know, that our society is built on trauma. The brain on trauma for a child doesn’t develop. It leaves the child to grow into an adult who never feels safe. It makes that adult vulnerable. They make bad choices; they are always one breath away from their own trauma response. Trauma is a simple as not feeling safe regularly. They might use drugs and alcohol to escape the feeling.
Who knows what Louie Turnbull was feeling that day, we can be pretty sure he wasn’t feeling safe and for good reason. He was attacked by seven police officers. He didn’t stand a chance.
We can be pretty sure what Marshall and Millions were feeling that day though. The dogs were terrified. Their body language screamed fear. And for good reason. And because they were bully breeds, held on the lead by a man who didn’t fit society’s view of what we should be, they were killed.
When I kissed my dogs goodnight last night, I realised I was doing exactly what Louie Turnbull was doing with his dog on the train. I was breathing them in. I love them so much. I touched them the way he touched the dogs he was caring for.
And once again, for Marshall and Millions, and for Louie and for all of us. I cried.