A gentleman named Tom Winsor, who is now Her Majesty's Inspector of Constabulary, has come up with a report. He is advocating that the Police recruitment be "shaken up". Specifically, that "the best and brightest" be allowed to enter the police at ranks up to Superintendent level; graduates to become Inspectors inside three years etc. Atm everybody has to start as a Constable. Also, people from abroad can be directly appointed - straight in as a Chief Constable.
Imo there are so many things wrong with this it's difficult to know where to start, but here goes anyway. Old Tom doesn't think much of coppers. We know this because he has said he wants to "remove the image of policing as being an intellectually undemanding occupation". Oh, so they are all thick then? He also wants to see people in the police with abilities "distinctly above those of a factory worker".
This is naked elitism - "You're all thick, you need people like me with brains, telling you what to do".
Kaz and I have mentioned before about the mad theory sweeping British management circles - that if you are a "Manager" you don't actually need to know anything about what you are managing - the underlings can take care of that. It is an insane theory - I've seen it at work, and I'll be honest, it doesn't work at all; it doesn't come anywhere near starting to work. It breeds an arrogant and lazy attitude among people who are in charge, and that isn't good.
We are going to end up with someone who was an area manager for Asda as a Superintendent, telling Constables with 15 years of experience how to do their jobs, when they have never had any experience of doing that job themselves. How is that going to work?
Then there is political control - "Here's my boy, stright in as Chief. I like him because he will do what we, the politicans who got him in there, want". Politicans want control of everything in this country, Police included.
My late father used to be bobby in a pit village; you needed more than a degree from Oxford to keep order, I can tell you. My daughter's partner is a Constable. In the last twelve months he has had to hold a dead baby in his arms, deal repeatly with incidents of domestic violence, try and resuscitate a man who had hanged himself, and help rescue people who had thrown themselves into the river to die. All this besides dealing with aggressive drunks who are trying to assault you.
That needs a toughness; toughness not only of body, but of mind. Which is something arrogant, know nothing elitists like Tom Winsor can't even begin to understand.