Back the Blue?
Words Make a Difference
When these signs started sprouting around the neighborhood, I was puzzled. Ahhh, the “BLUE” must be the police. That we are backing the police must mean there is some kind of contest or war against some group.
Let me be clear. There are a lot of police in my family’s history starting with my grandfather through to my grandson. The policy through all those years was to “Protect and Serve” the citizens of their jurisdiction whether it was local, like my grandfather, state like my uncle and cousin, or county, like my grandson.
They never saw themselves as soldiers fighting a war against some “others”. They were “protecting and serving” their neighbors and community. Since they were not at war with the communities they protected and served; they didn’t need combat fatigues, kevlar vests, shields, SWAT units, grenades, tear gas, armored personnel carriers, or tanks. They were part of the communities they “protected and served”. They protected and served their neighbors. They knew them by name, their families, their friends. They were there to answer the call of those neighbors for protection and service.
Yes, times have changed. The police have been charged with doing social work, drug interdiction, teaching, health care, emergency medicine etc. They need to go back to protecting and serving their communities by doing police work. The governments need to provide those other services even if they cost money. The police should deal with crime. The rest of societies’s needs should be dealt with by people who have been trained in those areas like social workers.
The cities and states need to stop purchasing military hardware just because they can get it from the U.S. Army. The police are not the military. It is human nature that if you give a person a hammer, they will see everything as a nail. If you give a doctor a scalpel he will see the solution to be surgery. If you give the police military weapons and gear, they will see everyone as an enemy.
SUPPORT THE BLUE; don’t back them. For the police there is no enemy. For the police there is no other. For the police there are citizens who they need to “protect and defend”. We should not be at war with our citizens. We don’t help the police to see that distinction if we “back” them against the “other”.
What Did We Get?
Labor Secretary Alex Acosta Defends His Handling Of Jeffrey Epstein Plea Deal – https://www.npr.org/740425294
we know what the defendant got for his “sweet deal”, but what did the government get? The girl victims? Acosta? State of Florida?
HERITAGE TOMATOES AND HERITAGE THOUGHTS
A native of northern Ohio now living in Florida, I am enjoying freshly grown tomatoes now. I have already eaten this guy’s ripe brother. This tomato, a Brandywine, is a heritage variety which means it has NOT been hybridized to be picked early, stand up to machine picking, and long storage times. I grow it because I can remember what a tomato tastes like. I also know that it’s flavor contributes more than a red color to a salad, a burger or a BLT.
Every time I bite into the Brandywine tomato I am transferred back to the time in which I learned to appreciate the taste of a freshly picked, ripe tomato.
I had lived in northern Ohio where tomatoes were grown for processing and canning. Baskets of these bright red tomatoes were loaded and stacked five baskets high on trailers hauled by tractors from the fields where they had been picked by hand and driven through town to the canning factory.
When the first tractor, pulling the first trailer, loaded with those ripe tomatoes entered town, word spread like wildfire through the town’s kids. Any child tall enough to reach a tomato basket on the trailer headed for Patterson Street where the tractor driver would have to slow to a craw so as to and not lose his load of tomatoes while making the turn headed to Stevenson Street.
Here the game, a tradition for decades, began.
The object was simple: the children were to grab a tomato to eat; the tractor driver was to make them pay a price two fold. Unbeknownst to the rookie children in this game, the tractor driver had a basket of rotting tomatoes hidden between his legs on the tractor. As the children attacked, he threw these tomatoes at them with incredible accuracy. If you were hit, the rotting tomato would smush all over you and your clothes. If he missed, you’d grab your tomato, retreat to the shade of a tree and devour its deliciousness. The proper technique was to gently pierce the skin with your teeth and suck the juice out of it. In that way you could enjoy the fruits of your victory without leaving telltale tomato juice on your clothes.
Remember that I said the tractor driver would make them pay two fold? Yes, if you got hit it would be embarrassing, but it also would be very messy. You would be literally be covered in smushed tomato and tomato juice. And your parents would notice and demand an explanation of how this happened. I have never heard of a satisfactory explanation that would be accepted. I have heard “the tomato fell on me from the trailer, I fell on the tomatoe, I was carrying groceries for a little old lady and the tomatoes mushed”. And yet, I cannot remember a single incidence of a child being punished for this pilfering tomatoes. I have heard of them being punished for lying about how they got covered in tomato juice, but not for participating in what had become a tradition.
In today’s world, there would be police, investigations into whether the child stole the tomato, investigations into whether the tractor driver had committed a crime by throwing a rotting tomato at a child, investigations into whether the canning company and/or the farmer was liable for the stained clothes. There would be crime scene tape around the tractor and the tomato laden trailer. There would be media coverage including interviews with anyone who needed their time in the spotlight. There would be police chiefs, mayors, governors, state and federal legislators from both parties, religious leaders, non religious leaders, shopkeepers, psychologists and neighbors. While all this is going on, the tomatoes would rot in the sun. And, no one would have the taste of a real tomato to remember.
So, here I sit under the shade of a palm tree with my bright red heritage tomato in my hand, the juice sucked out, preparing to take a delicious bite having my heritage thoughts.
“In God We Trust” on police cars?
It seems to me that if we trust in God, we wouldn’t need or want the police to intervene in our lives.
Which brings up another question. Does God have a bumper sticker that says, “IN PEOPLE I TRUST.”?
And, if God did have that bumper sticker, would you trust Him?
POLICING I DON’T UNDERSTAND
#1 High Speed Chases
Unless it is in pursuit of someone who has or is about to do physical harm to a another person, why endanger our officers and the population in the area of the chase? How do we justify putting our officers and our civilians in jeopardy over stolen property. With modern technology there is no reason to chase. There are non-lethal means to follow suspects like red light cameras, security cameras, stops etc.
Is it a matter of police ego?
Is it a matter of finally being able to drive as fast as the patrol car can go?
Is it giving into the adrenalin rush of predator vs. prey?
#2 Who Should Authorize High Speed Chases?
I can answer this one. It should be anyone besides the officers involved in answering the call. Or
It could be as simple as answering a couple of questions:
#1. Has a person been injured or about to be injured?
If the answer is yes, go to question #2.
#2. Would high speed pursuit increase the possibility of injury to officers and civilians?
If the answer is yes, do not pursue high speed chase but continue to follow at a distance which will not encourage the accused to speed. Use other police procedures to apprehend.
Comments, discussions, etc. appreciated.