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Burning Incense And Wearing Birkenstocks

My name is Jeff Takeda, I’m a former US Marine infantryman and a 20 year veteran of law enforcement. I have been a patrol officer, range master, field training officer, SWAT team member, major crimes detective, and worked in a federal counter-terrorism task force. I’m
currently assigned as a detective in a crisis intervention team, a co-responder model in which I contact subjects in crisis in the field, conduct threat assessments, and liaison with state, county, and federal agencies as well as non-profit groups.

I’m also a regular practitioner and teacher of mindfulness meditation. I started meditating about 7 years ago. When I mention meditation to most cops and veterans, after they get done rolling their eyes, and making a joke about burning incense and wearing Birkenstocks, they
usually ask, “Why?” There are a lot of reasons why, but my short answer is because it makes me a better cop. Here’s an example I like to use.

A couple of years ago I was working an overtime patrol shift. My partner and I were called to a domestic violence incident at a local hotel. A guest in room 101 reported hearing a man and woman screaming in room 103. My partner and I stopped at the front desk, found out who was in room 103, and ran a database check on the names. The male in the room, who we will call John, returned on active probation.

We approached room 103; I stopped and listened silence. I knocked, the door opened, and a scared-looking middle-aged woman, wrapped in a towel, poked her head out. “Hi ma’am, is everything ok? We got a call about an argument?” I asked. “Oh, uh hello, an argument?” she
replied in a low, hushed tone, she looked worried. I then heard a male voice yell, angrily “Who the f**k is it?” “Oh really?” I thought to myself, incensed, and I stepped into the room, answering, “Hi John! It’s the police.” I saw John, shirtless, standing in the middle of the room.
“Hey you can’t come in here!” he yelled. I replied, “You’re John right? You’re on probation.” A look of surprise washed across his face. “Uh, yeah, but you can’t just come in here!” I could feel anger rising, welling up in my chest, as he challenged me. I gave John a warning, “Actually, I can come in here, we are investigating a domestic violence incident, AND you’re on probation, AND you’re going to do what I tell you to. Sit down in that chair until we figure out what is going on.” John remained tense and defiant, “F**k you! I didn’t do anything! I don’t have to sit down.” John clenched his fists and tensed his body, indicating that he was likely going to fight us. I heard my partner get on the radio and ask for an additional officer, as he could sense a fight was about to go down.

A Rush Of Anger And Resisting The Impulse Of Violence

I felt the rush of anger come up, as my mind quickly went through my “justification to use force checklist”; a non-cooperative subject, who is on probation (and legally required to submit to my orders) refusing to comply with lawful commands, check. A non-cooperative subject who is also obstructing my investigation, of domestic violence, in violation of penal code section 148(a) PC, check.
As my mind ran through the checklist, it was carried by the rush of anger and annoyance, which seemed to feed the justification to go “hands on” with John. But I noticed the physical sensations of anger, heart rate increasing, tension, breathing faster. A hundred times before I’ve let that wave of anger take me into going hands-on. But this time, I took a breath and let it pass.

I observed John, not just his “pre-assaultive behaviors”, but I got the sense from him that he did not really want to fight. It was his ego. He didn’t want to be challenged in this way, and he would go down fighting to save face. In those few seconds, I checked in with myself. I was
feeling the same way. I did not want to fight, but I had been challenged and I was angry. Even though I felt I was right, and legally justified to go “hands-on”, I knew that the anger was really “driving the bus” here, and I had the power to slow this whole thing down.

I looked at John and said, “Hey man, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Why don’t we re-set, let’s have a do-over.” John’s body immediately relaxed, “Yeah, you’re right. I was really disrespectful to you officer, I’m sorry.” The tension in the room lifted. We were able to
determine that there was just an intense verbal argument between him and the woman. As we left, it felt as if the tension between John and the woman had melted away as well.