It’s no secret that the police in Thailand are corrupt. You see it everywhere: drivers given exemptions to traffic tickets at the offer of a bribe, the colored lights of brothels (officially illegal) flickering on most main roads, people being treated roughly by officers on the side of the road.
But up until a few days ago, I hadn’t heard any stories from people I knew about run-ins with the police.
Pai, the woman who was like a mother-figure for me when I lived in Permsup, told me her story on Friday evening. The day before, like every other day, a group of about 10 or so were hanging out on the plywood platform they’d constructed below a prominant, shady tree in front of the slum. Some of the kids had been playing Bingo, for a little bit of money– the quivalent of about a quarter each.








