Suppose you are awakened in the night by a mistaken no-knock raid.
You shoot a cop in a genuine case of self defense. Once you've realized
the scope of the f***-up, do you lay down arms in the hope they will let you live,
or do you try to shoot your way out in the hopes of living a little longer?
This is a serious question.
Bear
I don't trust the system, and I've been in the grips of authority before. Plus, I figure I'll get death anyway, if I'm not executed on the spot (and there are things worse than death that I fear happening to me, too).
Thus, I'm inclined to shoot it out, if it had reached the point of accidentally shooting a cop. But my intention would be more to escape, if possible, than "take as many with me as possible." And if it's only like a couple of cops, I think I'd stand a chance at it, especially if they mistook me for someone else to begin with. I got enough BOBs and the like, and not only in my home (in case anything should ever happen to my home, like it getting burned down, destroyed, declared a crime scene, etc.) That, and other things, encourage me to try to escape. But if cornered, I'd take what I could, though I'd probably save the last bullet for myself. As I say, there are worse things than death out there, and I've already tasted it when in a correctional facility before.
An odd experience I had a few weeks ago (I think about a month). I had gotten into a really dark mood, and this was agitated by friends being harrassed by cops, and more reports of police brutality and acting like murder squads.
Anyway, I walked down to the beach. I was in such a dark place that I simply went to sit out there. One the way there, a cop drove past me and she stared at me hard (which is unusual, despite my creative fashion sense), and after blinking at the realization of this, stared back. At that moment I made a snap decision, and it was so certain that I don't doubt that if she stopped and was the least bit rude or intimidating, 1 or both of us were going down in a hail of gunfire right away. My mood was so dark that I didn't really care--I was even mildly philosophical about it. I don't think I was obvious because I had intentionally hidden my inner-self before I even went outside, though it's possible a cop might've seen something in my face or walk that other people would've missed.
I don't know if she caught how dangerous I was or not. I don't know if I looked somewhat like someone they were after. After she got past me aways, she finally turned away and speeded up.
I hadn't thought about it til now, but I wonder if she was done scoping me out. About 5 minutes later I had climbed down to the beach (whereas most people will find a public ramp or steps going down, I'll just climb down the rocks--it would've taken me another 5 minutes to find a ramp to go down, if I were like most people), and could've easily been missed because of that (there are enough businesses and residences around there, too, and I wasn't dressed for the beach, so it's possible the beach wasn't even thought of, if they were looking for me). I didn't return home until it was dark (I spent some time watching the stars, too), which was over 2 hours later. Maybe it was a brush with death for both of us that just didn't manifest for some reason, who knows?
I do wonder why she was scoping me out so intensely, though. At least I haven't seen her again since then, and it's been about like a month.
Of course, that's just one time. I do expect time, moods, circumstances, and a bunch of other variables determine what I'd actually do. Heck, even what I friggin' had to eat in the last few hours would probably make a difference.
(Can you imagine if only one thing were to change wiht the police, and that's that they wore uniforms that marked them as belonging to another nation, or even the UN? I wonder how people would react to them then?).