Whatcha Gonna Do When They Come For You?

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jeff in Korea at 2:30 pm on Saturday, October 30, 2004

Korean policemen put up with an amazing amount of crap from people. The seem to have an unending supply of patience. In the USA, you have basically two, maybe three, chances to comply with an order before you find yourself pepper sprayed, tazed, beat, hogtied, and/or shot.

Here, in Korea, I have seen Korean policemen suffer being pushed, shoved, cursed at, spit at, and berated for 30 minutes or more while trying resolve a situation. Almost always, the patience of the Korean police pays off and the situation is resolved peacefully, quietly, and with a minimum of testosterone.

Korean traffic cops put up with twice as much garbage as the regular police and seem to be ten times as patient when dealing with people.

It really upsets and disgusts me to see the general disregard for The Law here in Korea. Speeding is out of control, drunk driving is rampant, traffic lights are simply suggestions, and the yellow and white lines are meaningless. Free-range motorcycles wander hither and yon across the road, between vehicles, on the shoulder of the road, and through red lights without being subject to the confines and restrictions of Safety and Law. I can’t count the number of serious traffic violations that occur unchecked right under the nose of the Korean traffic policemen…and often right in front of police stations.

Korean police will hold special activities such as “special illegal parking enforcement month,” “special drunk driving enforcement month,” and “special jaywalking enforcement month. Aren’t these things that should be strictly enforced all the time?

But, I am a hypocrite, and like any good hypocrite, I laud the Korean policemen when they decide not to enforce the law against me. Hating policemen and ridiculing their performance is like hating and ridiculing lawyers; everybody hates them and ridicules them until their services are needed, then they are your best friends. I gripe about the utter lack of enforcement of traffic laws when I see others doing things wrong, but I am not above sniggering about how I “got over” on the police when they let me go, and extolling them for their patience and understanding.

I offer a couple of realrelief-life comparisons between the police in the US and their Korean counterparts:

Comparison 1

US

I roll through a stop sign on a totally empty road at about 1 mile an hour and continue on my way.

Me: (Seeing flashing lights and pulling over) AH EXPLETIVE!!

Police: What was that?

Me: (sheepishly) A stop?

Police: Look…As a slowdown, that was pretty good. But, as a stop, that wasn’t worth a damn. Wait here. You’re getting a ticket.

Cost: US$ 55

KOREA

I gun the engine at the end of a yellow light and blow through a completely red light.

Me: (Seeing a policeman standing in front of me waving for me to pull over) AH EXPLETIVE!!

Policeman: (After coming up to the car and seeing a fat white guy inside) …

Me: (Looking at the policeman) …

Policeman: …

Me: …

Policeman: (scratches he head, smirks, chuckles and motions for me to drive away without him ever uttering a word)

Cost: US$ 0

Comparison 2

US

My speedometer was frozen early one Utah Winter morning. I had to estimate my speed by the car in front of me and by timing the mile marker posts. I was apparently going faster than I thought I was.

Me: (Seeing flashing lights and pulling over) AH EXPLETIVE!!

Policeman: Where’s the fire? (Yes…He really said that)

Me: Was I speeding? My speedometer is frozen this morning.

Policeman: You were doing 7 over the speed limit.

Me: Hmm… Sorry… I’m running a bit late for a final exam.

Policeman: Oh yeah? What class

Me: A law class

Policeman: HA HA HA! You know you have to get a ticket for that one, don’t you? Wait here.

Costs: 45$

Korea

Yesterday morning I was late and on my way to work. I was driving behind this enormous cement mixer that was driving about 10 - 15 KmPH on a 60 KmPH road. I go fed up and gunned the engine. I blew around this cement mixer on a semi-blind corner with a solid yellow line at an intersection in a school zone (damned irresponsible of me, and I do regret it).

Me: (Seeing a policeman standing in front of me waving for me to pull over) AH EXPLETIVE!!

Policeman: (After coming up to the car and seeing a fat white guy inside. Speaking in Korea) uhh.. Do you speak Korean

Me: (In Korean) Yes. I understand you.

Policeman: (in Korea) Why did you just break several laws?

Me: (In Korean) uhh…uhh…Well…I really have nothing to say in my defense.

Policeman: (In Korean, smiling) Come on.. really…Why did you do it?

Me: (In Korean) Really. I have nothing to say. I was just tired of driving behind that cement mixer. Sorry.

Policeman: (In Korean) Let me see your license.

Me: (In Korean) Here.

Policeman: (In Korean and smiling) Look… Don’t do something stupid like that again.

Me: (In Korean) Ok. Sorry.

Policeman: (In English) Bye bye!

Me: (In English) Bye Bye!

Cost: The humiliation of being behind the dump truck again.

10 Comments »

Comment by Blinger

30 October 2004 @ 5:16 pm

Cost: The humiliation of being behind the dump truck again.

And like any good joke the punchline is saved for last. This made me laugh out loud…

Comment by Ped Xing

30 October 2004 @ 9:35 pm

I think it depends quite a bit on where you are. One night a few years ago found me in Baltimore, MD, in a 40mph zone, moving at ~80mph, accelerating toward a 25mph zone. (I have /nothing/ to offer in my defense.) To this day, I don’t have a clue why I didn’t get a ticket.

After watching me fumble frantically for my registration for about thirty seconds, the officer asked me what my record looked like. I mumbled something like, “Perfect…up to now…” He told me that he’d check my record, and if I was telling the truth, he’d leave it at a warning, and otherwise I’d get /two/ tickets. I’m really glad I was telling the truth.

Comment by Infidel

30 October 2004 @ 10:58 pm

I share your perplexity at the way cops are treated in Pusan, but then again a few cops still take bribes. Not as many as before, but it still happens. Also, as long as police duty is a desk job substitute for army service, most Koreans, like my wife, will consider them just between mouth breathers and draft dodging traitors. A friend of my wife’s was even robbed by this low-level hood while she purposefully waited right against the wall of the police station near the harbor. She waited there, because she thought it was safe, but all the cops were inside the building. When she went inside to report the incident, they all just stared at her like she had ruined their break.

There’s the baggage from the days when cops were little more than ball-breakers for the Japanese and whose only other skills were collecting fees, picking informants, and torture. I also remember a time when a teacher left after a nasty few months of quarrelling with everyone in the office, Koreans and expat, and going to the labor board. He decided to steal equipment to compensate himself for the money he claimed he deserved. Now, honestly, we never saw him take the stuff, but he never turned in his keys, and the only place missing equipment was from where he had keys. Anyway, we told the professor, who we had a good relationship with and who had worked in the States, call the cops. He refused, because he didn’t want the university to get a bad name for hassling foreigners. We told him we didn’t care. We wanted our good name cleared, and we wanted to know the truth. Truth is, we hated the guy’s guts, but we didn’t want our Korean colleagues thinking we condoned stealing. This prof, and he was a stand-up guy, told about about how much the cops were low-life scum and the best way to deal with situations like that was to take the law into his own hands, ie, he would call around to the other universities and institutes and blackball the teacher if he tried to get hired.

Third example when I was a soldier. I saw this husband pounding on his wife outside a bar with a beer bottle. She was lying in the gutter. Soldiers were walking past, trying to stop him, but the husband was screaming and fighting them off. The cops were standing outside their car about a hundred feet away jawing with each other. The American MPs came, and told the soldiers to stay clear.

I’m sure many expats could recount similar stories ad nauseum. Honest cops have a lot of work to do to prove themselves with civilians. And, the government needs to end conscription, pay the cops more, and train them all better.

Comment by Nomad

31 October 2004 @ 3:49 pm

Wow Jeff,

Not only have you (allegedly) seen Korean traffic police, you’ve also (allegedly) verbally interacted with them. I wish you’d have taken some pics, because I’ve put Korean traffic cops in the same category as UFOs, the Loch Ness Monster and Sasquatch.
Lots of people claim to have seen them but…

Comment by Jeff in Korea

31 October 2004 @ 5:04 pm

Nomad,

Well…Maybe it’s just my luck. I have seen a UFO and been in close proximity to a Sasquatch… So I guess seeing a Korean traffic cop should be expected.

(I’m serious about the UFO and the sasquatch by the way….but those are stories for a different day… Into my goofball mix, you might wan’t to throw in the two evil spirits and two ghosts that I have seen)

Comment by Big Al

1 November 2004 @ 8:48 am

Infidel has hit it right on the head! If Korea wanted to have a real police force they should first, double their pay. Make it a job that is seeked after and not a draft dodging dodge. Second, train them! I get the feeling that alot of them are given a uniform and shoved out the door. I can’t count the times when I drove by a police vehicle and the two officers are fast asleep. I got pulled over on the Kwoungbu expressway last week and I don’t speak Korea.
Him: You speak Korean?
Me: No
Him: sucking air. Go!

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Comment by Rory

9 November 2004 @ 2:42 am

Just found your site. I like it, sounds like you have been here a long, long, long time.

Just one thing. What is a “Semi blind” corner? You can either see around it, or not…

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