Criticism
Bangladesh Police is criticized of having political influence in all levels . The major decisions are taken under political conditions. Corruption is widespread among the law enforcement; custody deaths and torture is prevalent. Journalists have been detained and sent to prison for publishing criticism of the ruling Awami League government, including the editor of the Amar Desh newspaper Mahmudur Rahman, who was sentenced to prison and spent more than 9 months in prison for publishing an anti-government story. During Hartal they assault physically protesters and harass them.
There have been widespread reports of traffic police, and ranks obtaining bribes. Most Policemen are less-trained, less-educated and also there is a lack of fund implemented for their payrolls; the salary for a police is not enough. Logistics support and other facilities are very poor. Although there negative attitude edges of the positive things, Bangladesh Police has got tremendous success in busting terrorist activities in the country.
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