Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Ferguson, Missouri

It's time to comment.
Truth is that I have been commenting on the ridiculousness going down in Ferguson, Missouri...here and there, on Twitter...I also just added an interesting commentary to the SCW Facebook Group.
That said, here's the deal:   
It's time for the Police to be able to act like Police and take control of the mess that is now Ferguson.
It's time for the Top Cop in charge to stop pandering to the Media and say what needs to be said: the boy that was shot was not, in fact, a choir boy...and that the people's actions following his death make the whole community look bad.
Rioting and looting do nothing to bring the boy back. If anything, they flame prejudices that already exist and perhaps exacerbate the problem. The truth is that most of the people busy rioting and looting have nothing better to do. I'm quite sure a good portion of them do not have jobs and already hate the police. Therefore they add nothing to the debate, and they only subtract from the general sympathies of those of us on the outside looking in.
It's time to wrap this whole thing up; to pray for everyone involved and to move on. That may sound callous, but it's not meant to be read that way.
I found a Scripture that seems to sum it all up perfectly: 

A time to kill and a time to heal; A time to tear down and a time to build up. A time to weep and a time to laugh; A time to mourn and a time to dance. A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones; A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing.…
Ecclesiastes 3:4

It's time.

Friday, August 8, 2014

Two Cops, One Family

I've always wondered how families do it that have two Police Officers in the mix; although I've heard some theories about greater understanding and commiseration, I've always felt that it's got to be incredibly hard to have two cops living together under one roof.
What if they have opposing shifts? If they have children, who does the daycare/school routine?
Do they split the chores by rank?
That said, I realized this morning that we are a Two-Cop Family. I realized it as I ran around after my dog, trying to grab the biscuit out of her paws that my child had just thrown off the high chair...watching her demolish it like a perp...then putting her into "Sit" as I scolded her for stealing...then running back to my son and explaining that he can't keep throwing stuff at the dog (which of course he finds funny) because we want her to last a long time...and if she's 750 pounds...she won't be able to last a long time.
All this transpired in about two minutes or less, and somehow in the midst of this, it occurred to me: I am policing as well.
I figure it's only slightly less dangerous.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Audible Ghosts

That feeling
of oh-so-long-ago
comes rushing back
wham
boom
in an instant
I'm there
walking along the sea
freedom tickling my skin
a sense of adventure
riding up my spine
young
as young as
I'll never be again
stupid really
taking off
all alone
to be a part of things
to come apart from things
the salty feel
the music blaring
the beat
urging me on
big dreams
of getting out, and living, really living
survival time is over
for a minute
or a day
seeing groups of people my own age
but never lonely
needing the time
needing the space
wishing
still so palpable
it's here again
in the form of a song
and I am transported
walking alone
but free
   

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Busy Week

It's been a busy week for the NYPD: they had a person die while in Police Custody, there was a security breach at the Brooklyn Bridge, and their Summer Crime Initiative has begun to take effect.
Of course, everybody wants my opinion. I can't go to my Community Pool without being stopped and asked what my husband thought of the incident where a Staten Island man died.
It's tricky.
Usually people ask you such questions because they have already made up their minds, and they want or hope that my husband's "official" opinion will back up whatever it is that they already believe.
Keep in mind there's always more to every story.
Keep in mind that the person that died in Staten Island was well-known to the Police; he had thirty-one prior arrests. Perhaps that means nothing in the big scheme of things. Perhaps it means a lot.
I read an Editorial in today's New York Post that put it quite well:
http://nypost.com/2014/07/22/nypd-cops-in-the-crosshairs/
I would like to add that if any of our NYC Council Members would like to go out and do my husband's job one fine day, they're welcome to it. I could definitely recommend a great Dry Cleaner after their tour on the tough streets of the South Bronx.
A Dry Cleaner, you ask?
That's for after they piss their pants.

 
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