Reborn as a Police Officer in India

Chapter 24 The Conscience of the Police

She had just seen Bad's family situation. Not only did they live in a shabby house, but when her son was in a car accident, the whole family could only come up with more than 1000 rupees.

This miserable situation is worse than that of most ordinary families.

This was completely inconsistent with her idea of ​​the sheriff's family situation, the difference was too great.

"No, Miss Mishra," Rawdon said. "This is true. Of course, the Budd family doesn't represent all sheriffs; he's a special case. He's not as greedy as other sheriffs, so his income isn't as high as theirs. His expenses are quite high, though. There's the high dowry for his daughter's wedding, the car his son bought on loan and now has crashed, totaling before he's made much money, and his wife needs long-term medication, which is a huge expense. I'm not sure if Miss Mishra is familiar with public hospitals. There might not be a doctor there, and even if a doctor prescribes medicine, the medicine isn't available. So, the only option is to pay hospital staff or buy it at a high price from a private pharmacy. This is a huge burden for the Budd family."

"The Love we just saw is a scum of the police station, and he's a minority. Although most police officers' families may not be as bad as the Bud family, they're not much better off. Once they get sick, marry off their daughters, and need a lot of money, they immediately become paupers. This forces them to do whatever it takes to make money..." Rotten continued.

Next, Rotun took Fia and her group to the homes of several police officers whose families were not well-off. When they passed by a bank on the way, Rotun withdrew some money and returned it to Fia.

"It's much worse than I expected," Fia said with deep emotion. "I thought, since they're all police officers and have all sorts of shady income, life should be pretty good. But I didn't expect..."

"Ms. Mishra, every walk of life needs to be managed. If you can make some other income in the police industry, you can go to other industries and change your identity. You are just giving money, such as going to the hospital. The Bud family is the best example. If you don't make gray income, police officers will not be able to make a living." said Roton.

This is an ecosystem. Everyone is making a lot of money in their own industry, but if you go to other industries, they also need to make money in various ways, so it is balanced overall. Of course, the ones who suffer are the poor at the bottom.

However, these poor people basically have no use for these things, and their life and death are left to God.

Roton is shifting the blame elsewhere, attributing the police officers' illegal behavior to a problem in society as a whole, not a problem in the police system.

There was no way around it. After all, Rotun was a policeman now, so of course he was standing from the policeman's perspective.

Even though corruption in the police system is obvious.

It’s just that the entire Indian society is like this, it’s just that each industry and each department is more exaggerated than the other.

Fia understood Rotun's intention and knew that Rotun was trying to change the subject, but as a policeman he would definitely stand on the police's side, so she didn't care much about that.

"Actually, the lives of these police officers in the police station are pretty good. What's even worse is that they live in the Dharavi slums," Roton continued.

"What about you, Officer Mahesh? Where do you live?" asked Fiya.

"I am one of them." Rotun said a little embarrassedly.

"You live in Dharavi?" Fia frowned slightly. "But you just lent out over 3000 rupees in one go."

Roton understood Fia's doubts. Being able to lend 3000 rupees at once, he felt that he should not end up in the slums.

"Ms. Mishra, I've made some contributions recently, so the bureau gave me a reward. If it weren't for this money, I wouldn't be able to help Bud." Roton sighed.

"Can I go see your place?" asked Fia.

Only then did she realize that Rawdon was just an ordinary police officer, and a less greedy one at that. Otherwise, his life would not have been so miserable and he would not have fallen into the slums.

Therefore, she felt better about Rawdon.

Although he was well aware that Rotten would sometimes ask for money during his daily work, everything should be compared. Compared with other police officers, police officers like Rotten and Bud were already the conscience of the police force.

In fact, Fia had a misunderstanding. It was not that the former Yuan Luoton did not want to make more money, but because he was just a lowest-level second-level police officer and did not have the ability to make a lot of money.

Fia's request made Rotten feel a little troubled.

"Ms. Mishra, a dirty place like Dharavi is not a place you should go to," said Rawdon.

"Since this is a documentary, it has to record the truth," Fia insisted. "Besides, since we're here, we might as well take a walk."

Fia now has a direction. She wants to take pictures that are different from those of other colleagues, otherwise they will all be the same and unoriginal.

She had great ambitions for this shoot, wanting to excel and win recognition from her superiors. Therefore, she had to have her own unique style and perspective, and not just follow the crowd. Seeing Fiya's insistence, Roden had no choice but to agree to take them to Dharavi.

On the way to Dharavi, it was already noon, and a few of us bought some food from a roadside stall.

Fia didn't say anything, but her two colleagues grumbled and complained.

But they didn't have any other intentions. After all, this mission was very important. They were not out for tourism, so they had to make do with the food and drink.

Of course, they didn't say anything when they saw Fia, so they didn't dare to go too far.

In fact, these vendors did not dare to accept money when they saw the identity of the Rawdon police officer.

This made Roton speechless. If it was just one person, it would be fine, but now, in front of Fia and others, wouldn't it ruin his glorious image as a policeman?

This time, Rotun insisted on paying, which made the vendors a little uneasy because there were usually no police officers who paid. Finally, after confirming that Rotun really gave the money, they happily accepted it.

Who would be willing to give food to others for free?
Fia just smiled slightly at Rotun's change of expression.

How could she not know about these privileges of grassroots police officers? Compared with other bad behaviors, these are really nothing.

Dharavi is a slum, yes, with a large number of poor people at the bottom of society.

But this place also provides a place for these poor people in Mumbai to settle down and survive.

This place has its own social structure, with various small workshops, small factories, small stalls and vendors...

Moreover, those who live here are not necessarily the poor. There are also some white-collar workers working in Mumbai. They live here mainly because the rent is cheap and it is not far from their workplace, so it is more convenient.

At the same time, some small workshop owners live in Dharavi most of the time even if they have residence outside the slums or can afford to buy a house, because their workshops are here and they can manage them better.

In the past, the government wanted to raze Dharavi and rebuild it several times.

Unfortunately, it was boycotted by the poor people living here.

One reason is that they are afraid that the place will be razed and they will have nowhere to live, and they are also worried that the government compensation will be too little.

Some are afraid that if they lose this place, they will lose their source of income, because the small workshops and small ecosystems here provide them with opportunities for survival.

In the past, the Dharavi slum was able to create more than one billion US dollars in wealth every year thanks to these small workshops.

Therefore, both the small workshop owners and other poor people here are firmly resisting.

"Watch your step." Rotun walked in front to lead the way, reminding Fia and the other two who followed behind him from time to time.

Of course, Delhi also has slums, but the scale of each slum is definitely not as large as Dharavi. Similarly, whether it is Delhi or Mumbai, there are more than one slum, and they are distributed in every corner of the city.

Fia had some knowledge of the slums, but it was only from what she saw on TV. She had never really been to the front line.

When she stepped into the slums, a foul stench hit her in the face, and then she felt that she was completely surrounded by the stench and could not escape.

And wherever the eyes can see, there are countless eye-irritating excrement, fresh, expired, of various colors, various shapes, dry, wet...

She felt a little regretful. She should have listened to Luoton's advice.

But then I thought, since I was already here, I could only endure the discomfort and move on, trying not to look at those disgusting things.

The two male colleagues following behind her kept cursing and complaining. The surrounding environment was unbearable for them.

(End of this chapter)