Police 111: 'Nah, We Don't Attend Break-Ins. Bye,' Laughs the Cop
Jordan Kelly • 8 September 2024

My Fellow Kiwis:  THIS Is the 'Protection' & 'Care Factor' We Fund NZ Police to 'Provide'

If, as a fellow Kiwi, who errantly thought the New Zealand Police had your back, you've also been under that impression, I'm here to give you some very unsettling news:  The police DON'T have your back.


Last Tuesday night, while parked for little more than a few minutes on the Petone foreshore (in Wellington) to allow my little dog a toilet stop before heading home to Masterton, my car was broken into (see above) and my (obviously only partially obscured) handbag (and all its contents and various other items) were stolen.


It was almost dark, I was alone with my little elderly dog, I don't use a cell phone, I now had no money or cards, it was pissing down and blowing a gale, and I had a car with smashed glass fragments throughout and no driver's window.


I approached a fellow walker for help, and he duly dialed 111 and asked for the Police as the emergency service required. He could clearly see I was too distressed at the enormity and urgency of the situation to dial and initiate the call myself, so he just took over (for which I was immensely grateful, even though - disgracefully - it turned out to be of absolutely no avail).


'We don't attend break-ins.'


To our mutual disbelief and dismay, the smart-ass cop who answered gave a curt and uninterested response: "We don't attend break-ins."


After trying repeatedly to implore him for some form of assistance given my parlous and urgent circumstances, until it became evident to me that the more desperate and frustrated I became, the more this character was enjoying himself, the owner of the mobile phone took over and had a (highly unsuccessful) attempt at appealing to his "better conscience".


Cop at 111: 'Make A Report to 105 If You Want.'  Crime Victim: 'What Good Will THAT Do?'   Cop: 'Nothing.'


Said owner of phone spent some minutes in this vain pursuit until finally surrendering to its fruitlessness and putting me back on for one final attempt. This heinous individual on the other end, now really enjoying himself, gave me his final smart-assed parting shot: "You can call 105 and make a report, if you want."  (Verbatim.) I replied: "What good will THAT do?" (Verbatim.) He:  "Nothing." (Verbatim, his joyful smirk penetrating the airwaves.)


It was at that point that I felt compelled to point out to the cretinous individual, the fact that he was a complete Prick. And it was also at that point, that his mygonistic, threatening tone indicated clearly, that while he wasn't prepared to despatch one single officer to assist, take a report or do anything else to help, he was absolutely at the ready to despatch as many as he wanted, to come and cuff me and drag me off to the clink for answering him back.


And so, there I was, in all my reluctant helplessness.


Rescued by A Caring Member of the Public, But Not the Police


I drove to the Petone police station (online advice for which says it's a 24-hour operation). It was closed with a notice to go to Lower Hutt, if you needed assistance. Knowing I couldn't drive any further sitting on shards of broken glass, with no driver's window in the galing wind and with rain pouring in, and now knowing full well I would receive absolutely NIL assistance even if I made it there . . . I took the decision to limp down the road to a restaurant proprietor I hoped would extend some help in my moment of extreme need and urgent desperation (which thankfully, he did, and you can read about it here). Had it not been for this wonderful individual (who, by the way, runs an equally fabulous restaurant, which I patronise and that's why I headed there) I can't even conceive of the ultimate outcome of that horror story night.


(The restaurateur was incredulous at the refusal of the police to assist, as clearly were his other patrons, who had overheard our conversation and witnessed my state of distress.)


But it keeps getting worse . . . because when I subsequently told various other parties about my horror night and the couldn't-give-a-shit, we-don't-attend-break-ins response of the police, the floodgates opened. Echoing similar stories I'd heard before from others but hadn't fully believed, one person after another told me of their own experiences with the "Police" and how they had totally lost faith in the New Zealand police force and the majority of its officers.


Their resultant feelings towards the police in this country was either total disdain, traumatised insecurity at realising they had no security or protection from criminals, or a combination of both.


'Ignoring the Criminals Empowers Them, Because They Know the Police Won't Do Anything'


Indeed, the attending AA Road Service mechanic put it best:  "Ignoring crime like they are now doing, is empowering the criminals, because they know the police won't do anything."


That savvy observation gave me to recollect this story I published here on The Customer & The Constituent several months back:  'Not A Priority', Say Police Who Wouldn't Answer 111 Calls to Vicious Assault 700m from Their Station

- in which a service station manager escaped death (being on the ground with a fractured skull, and serious eye and facial Injuries) ONLY because he was found in the nick of time by an off-duty paramedic pulling in to buy petrol. That paramedic had made not one, but TWO, separate calls to 111 for police and an ambulance, but neither service bothered to attend. The police, as you will read, deemed the incident unworthy of their attention - despite the fact their station was in walking distance of the servo.


Speech Policing Far More Important? 

Post Some (Perfectly Legal) Comment on Your Social Media Channel, that Some Politician Doesn't Like, & You'll Get All the Attention of A Triple-Murder Perpetrator


I monitor a LOT of news channels . . . both of the "mainstream media" variety and the "alternative".


The latter have, in recent weeks, been regularly revealing and shedding insight into a secretive "hate hub" training operation set up to train NZ Police officers on supposedly "acceptable" things the public is allowed to say (online? in person?) and what we're not. I bet there's some power-tripping personnel (like the cretin mentioned above) who can't wait to unleash their bullying selves on the average Kiwi when they're through their "training".


Indeed, this beyond appalling, very current, no-warrant police invasion and assault (upon an unsuspecting mother, with children to be heard screaming in the background while the father, who had committed NO crime albeit had posted some perfectly legal comment somewhere, is physically restrained by "the police" from going to her aid) seems set to become the norm in our otherwise peaceful little country, whose citizens just need protection from actual, real criminals (rather than to be considered criminals themselves, if they should dare to express their concerns):


https://x.com/simonranderson/status/1831997990246191174?t=ju1EGriL43qrqJp1acIciQ


Indeed, uploading this article and speaking out in this manner has me concerned that it might be ME that is next to receive a knock on the door from an unwarranted bunch of thugs-in-uniform (or the door to be knocked down followed by being thrown to the ground or the wall by a bunch of boys and girls in blue with cuffs and guns).


THIS HAS TO STOP, MINISTER OF POLICE, MARK MITCHELL.


And in the interests of that, I request an interview, by phone, ASAP, with you personally (not your media and PR flacks), in order to identify exactly what your priorities are as concerns what crimes, specifically, the NZ Police will and will not attend, investigate, or do anything about.


And exactly what "speech" you consider "hate speech", so that those who wish not to be the subject of an unwarranted house search, an assault, and an arrest, can make an informed choice before they dare to open their mouths, in our "free country".


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