I didn't like police officers since one of them refused to remove a potentially violent trespasser from my home. He later sent a four-man squad after I let my mother, who knew the facts of the case better than I did, explain to him why exactly I let a drug dealer into our house, but by this point, said drug dealer was already gone and there was nothing for the pigs to see.
As for the case, it's a bit complicated. I didn't let him into our house for shits and giggles, but because my family was asked by the court to keep his personal belongings while he was in jail. Then he wanted to take them, but we had sold a bunch of it, because his fucking lawyer told us. So he chimped out. The police officer understood half of what I told him and concluded that I was friends with violent drug dealers, and therefore, it was alright if I was beaten up in my own home.