I have been so torn about how I feel about the police vs the black community. I will always give the police the benefit of the doubt…until you have had that adrenalin rush and rush of initial fear when having to deal with the scum of our society (white, black, yellow, purple or orange) and not knowing if they are on drugs, have weapons, want to kill a cop, want a cop to kill them, or just have a nasty disposition…I hesitate to blame a cop. When I mention scum of society, do not misunderstand…I’m not talking about race here. I’m just putting it out there – there are scum that most of us don’t have to deal with on a regular basis. But the cops…ya…pretty much every day! If you went to work every day and really didn’t know if you were going to make it home at the end of your shift, you would not be so quick to judge their actions.
But, I believe there are dirty cops. I don’t question at all that a small percentage of cops are in it because they wanna be somebody, have a mean streak and they need to be in control of something. Thus their innocent victims.
But this white cop vs black thing has me questioning everything I believe.
I’m not black.
The more stories I hear about apparent racism – cops picking on black people -has opened my eyes to see another side of this issue. I believe America has a problem. Perhaps the black person does grow up fearing cops and have not been treated equal to the white person. I admit that I really don’t know because I’ve always looked through eyes from a white body and white perspective. But there is something there…we are hearing it over and over again…different actors but same storyline.
One thing I do not understand is why you would riot and burn up your own nest because you are pissed off at the cops. This seems to me to be irrational, uncontrolled, unintelligent anger. Watching this savage violence makes me jump over the right-wrong line to – well why wouldn’t cops be extra vigilant and have an anger issue when they are forced to protect what these people are obviously not wise enough to realize what they are doing and what they are destoying?
What about the cops that are killed…what about the hispanics that are dealt a bad hand. Where’s the violence when something happens to one of their own. Where is the damn news media with their cameras and gas cans throwing fuel on the fire?
It’s going to be a slow process to unite America. There are more than 2 sides to this problem. This hatred wasn’t conceived or grown in a day and it will be a long time before we see peace. But, I hope both sides just stop the violence!
Until next time…
I don’t even know how to start…explain how I feel, defend how I feel or just go take some xanax and forget about it. I’m a total adrenalin junkie. Was this born in to me or was it acquired because of my daily hits for the adrenalin high resulting from my 911 job? Whatever the reason, I love to let my senses soak in shiny things that make a lot of noise and go fast…like fire trucks, rescue vehicles and cop cars.
My first love is EMS and fire. About two decades ago, I followed a dream or wild hair and decided to take training to become an EMT for a local volunteer ambulance service. I completed the training portion of becoming a certified emergency first responder but didn’t actually take my state test because reality set in and I realized I lived in the wild…I have another politically incorrect name for it that ends with Egypt…and did not live close enough to the station of the volunteer fire/ems for my area to even consider my value in becoming a member. The only paid EMS service was in Newton and required fireMAN training also. I let that dream go…My thirst for the danger and adrenalin manifested by becoming a reserve police officer for a small town about 20 minutes from our house in the country. It was very hard work for my then acquired age…the physical training was difficult but I had a dream and the drive to do it and I had my friend, Rod, to keep me on track. Rod and I passed, did the pepper spray training, asp training, trained and certified for our permits to carry and we were on the job.
The Chief of the Department put me into the elementary school 1 day a month to talk to kids about the police and 911 and let them talk to me about whatever and just be a presence. This was a volunteer position. After about a year, my dad had died, I had fought depression and gained some weight. I knew my days of wearing the uniform were over when Rod and I were working a community event…I needed to go the bathroom…after the deed was done, I couldn’t zip my uniform pants…so I opened the door to the bathroom and yelled at him to come in…we had an exchange of loud conversation where he was insisting he wasn’t coming into the women’s restroom and I was insisting that he was or we weren’t going anywhere..I won…he came in and zipped my pants while I held them closed. This was our friendship…this was my WOD.
Toward the end of my career at 911, I was heavily involved with the county emergency management..I really thought that when I retired, I would go that route and do something in the related field…
So to make a long story a little longer. I heard emergency sirens coming a couple of nights ago…then I heard the fire truck fog horns and knew this wasn’t just an ambulance run…this was important and they were making the “get the hell out of our way” noise. I looked out the front window and saw a lot of smoke hanging in the valley….and then more sirens and more heavy fire trucks and more noise and I had to see what was going on…
In order not to look like your typical rubber neck, I leashed Frannie up for a walk. It was a fire all right – many departments showed up…fire trucks and police car and rescue units were passing me on the street – loud, bright and exciting. All the while, I thought to myself I used to absolutely hate the rubber neckers or the idiots who would call the police to see what was going on when they heard a siren. Here as I was. My total rush had nothing to do with the house being on fire as all of the other morons standing on the corner with Frannie and I. I was there for the high. I was there for hearing the rumble of the arriving apparatus trucks and the sirens and the lights. I’ve become one of them….
Until next time
This is one of those nights I sit on my little pedestal and judge all of the bad decisions people are making. When the lady called in to report the old blue station wagon at Hyvee doing donuts in the parking lot with a female on the hood, I had to get a grip because I just wanted to leave my chair and get in a squad car and kick some oss. So much for peaceful thoughts – the night after Thanksgiving, people’s sole purpose for living is to irritate the neighbors. I can’t tell you how many loud party, loud disturbance and loud music calls I have had tonight.
The topper was the two teenage girls driving thru the car lot and found keys to a new car still in the lock…Alayna told them we would call someone from the dealership – thanks. They called back and wanted to know when someone was coming, I told them we were on the phone with them now…and told her to stick the keys in the night box on the east side of the building and we would let them know. NO…they didn’t think that was right…do I have a number they can call and talk to someone from the dealership…uh, no…just stick them in the after hour box…they didn’t want to do that…so I decided they could sit there until hell froze over if they wanted to – Alayna told the dealershipemployee what they said and he kept saying, you’re kidding me..she said…no, we can’t make this stuff up. We sent an officer out to take the keys and put them in the night box…They must have thought they were going to win a big prize for finding the keys..
Then there are the two pregnant females who went off the road tonight…one was having some stomach pain…she was also 10-99 or wanted out of the county next to us for theft….I would think it would be worth it to take care of the warrant before the child is born so the child doesn’t have to be born while she is in the county jail.
Then there is the girl who called obviously about to hypervenilate because her mother called her and said she was in the garage and was going to kill herself…the girl called her father and he said that he thought that would be a good thing for her to do….I’m not making this stuff up. Officers arrived and looked around – she wasn’t in the garage..they talked to the husband and then said they were going to look around for her because the husband would be no help. Finally she was found and the daughter drove down to pick mom up and take her back to her place…ya…happy holidays!!
….and ya…Rod in the jail needs a midol.