Post by lynn on Apr 5, 2010 20:47:33 GMT -5
I went down to Sydney over easter to visit my sister and she was driving me around a lot so I was filming out the window because Gilbert asked me to film some Sydney so he could see what it was like. Then we drove past a police car that was just parked doing whatever policepeople do.
The next thing we know there's sirens and we pull over and this big middle-aged dude walks up and demands to know why I'm taking photos of him. I explain in a reasonable fashion that I'm just visiting Sydney and filming my experiences for fun but he doesn't buy it, he thinks that sounds like a strange thing to do and demands to see my identification, luckily my Armidale address is listed, adding credibility to my story, but he still glares at me for a while then goes to run my id through his computer.
After some time he must have decided that even though his suspicion is that we're some sort of terrorist he can't charge us with anything so he sends his partner back over to give our ids back (he's taken my sister's as well by this stage) and tell us that if we were doing what I said we were doing it's ok, but we should never again point our camera at a policeman.
I was so rattled that I stopped filming and my sister promptly got lost and then our gps ran out of batteries. I just wish I'd been filming when he walked up so I got him demanding I turn my camera off, which would have been funny.
They were very belligerent the whole time and it's kind of weird that they assumed I was just photoing them. It's a bit self-centred to think everyone they see with a camera is only there for them. There's a whole city there around them, police aren't that interesting or important. They only think they are.
The next thing we know there's sirens and we pull over and this big middle-aged dude walks up and demands to know why I'm taking photos of him. I explain in a reasonable fashion that I'm just visiting Sydney and filming my experiences for fun but he doesn't buy it, he thinks that sounds like a strange thing to do and demands to see my identification, luckily my Armidale address is listed, adding credibility to my story, but he still glares at me for a while then goes to run my id through his computer.
After some time he must have decided that even though his suspicion is that we're some sort of terrorist he can't charge us with anything so he sends his partner back over to give our ids back (he's taken my sister's as well by this stage) and tell us that if we were doing what I said we were doing it's ok, but we should never again point our camera at a policeman.
I was so rattled that I stopped filming and my sister promptly got lost and then our gps ran out of batteries. I just wish I'd been filming when he walked up so I got him demanding I turn my camera off, which would have been funny.
They were very belligerent the whole time and it's kind of weird that they assumed I was just photoing them. It's a bit self-centred to think everyone they see with a camera is only there for them. There's a whole city there around them, police aren't that interesting or important. They only think they are.
