A year ago today, on Juneteenth, I posted this article. Little did I know then that this country would be in a much darker place. It's hard to imagine how we got here. At this very moment my son is protecting protesters who could turn violent on a dime. He has too much integrity to catch the Blue Flu. He literally cares about the people he serves, obviously more than I do because I even wish he'd catch the Covid so he wouldn't have to be out there among the crazies. My nerves are twisted in a knot of anxiety for his safety along with those of his wife and children. He has buddies and colleagues who have been seriously wounded or worse, and many who just aren't willing to put themselves and their families through it anymore. The following piece I wrote back then is even more pertinent today:
I was in a hurry. My to-do list was longer than my arm and yes I was speeding. I saw flashing lights in my rear view and pulled over...
When the Jews were under Nazi occupation, kneeling before demons was sometimes the only choice. If that was their tragic fate, I guarantee it wasn’t in solidarity. Kneeling with someone means they have common support. They agree. Their cause is one and the same. With that in mind, let me give you an up-close scenario of what police officers are dealing with.
Imagine that an angry mob surrounds you. They refer to you in the most vile language conceivable. They shout that you must die. They demand you surrender your position as protector of the people. They insist you admit you are racist. They throw rocks, bricks and bottles, they swing bats, pipes and boards. They hurl arrows with razor blades at the ends. They shatter bones that require surgery. Sometimes they permanently maim, disfigure and kill.
Then they ask you to kneel with them. If you refuse, you are called a coward. If you do kneel, they laugh and taun...
It’s hard enough to imagine evil. Stomaching it is well beyond that. I know people have been cooped up for months and there is a lot of pent up emotion that can easily turn into anger, but it’s beyond the realm of my understanding when people feel justified causing even more pain, suffering and destruction.
Peaceful protesting is a civil right. Any person, no matter how insidious, has the right to a lawful, legal process. It’s one of the major distinctions between America and any other Banana Republic. I wonder if the lines of justice haven’t been blurred by politicians who break the law and get away with it. Anyone who breaks the law, no matter who they are, deserves to deal with the consequences.
Burning down someone’s business or car is arson. Smashing a window or painting graffiti is vandalizing. Looting is robbery. Throwing rocks, bottles or anything else at another person is assault. Arson, vandalism, robbery and assault are crimes. When a pack of agg...
I was in a hurry. My to-do list was longer than my arm and yes I was speeding. I saw flashing lights in my rear view and pulled over wondering how the heck I was going to finish my errands in time to get my mom to her doctor’s appointment. I handed the officer my license and registration and watched him walk back to his car. Drumming my fingers on the steering wheel, I noticed that one of the items on my list was right there across the road. Hmmmm… I could probably drop off these photographs in the time it took for the cop to write my ticket. I tucked the paper bag of pictures under my arm and darted out. I heard a shout.
“STOP! GET BACK INTO YOUR CAR!”
Every day or night they kiss their spouse goodbye, hug their children and leave the comfort of their homes to protect the community from the lawless who skulk the dark corners of humanity. A simple traffic stop is dangerous for a cop. A call for help ups the risk-ante considerably. Police Officers deal with the worst society has to offer: gangs, drug dealers, child molesters, thugs, murderers, thieves, looters and psychopaths. They are frequently on the scene of riots, domestic violence, suicide and accidents. It’s never an easy day at the office.