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Christmas Eve and it seems elusive, i.e., peace and goodwill.
A leader of one of the city’s police unions essentially judged
the Mayor’s words demeaning to the New York City police force. Mr. Union Leader took to the microphones to let everyone
know his anger – emotionally said, essentially the Mayor was not welcome at
future funerals of fallen police personnel.
I was shocked to hear such a divisive outburst from one entrusted
with the unbiased, thoughtful leadership of police department personnel who
daily put their individual and collective lives on the line to protect the city. So
now, fiery debate centers on considering the Mayor was inappropriate with his statement. A headline asks the Mayor to resign. Actually it seems, as I write this, the major
concern is how to satisfactorily appease the police union leader.
Well, I applaud Mayor de Blasio for the truth he shared. Elected the political leader of the city, he’s
in a perfect place to confirm just how frightening it is for those of us with
black sons. Mayor de Blasio is not
black; his wife, the mother of their son (and daughter) is black. The children are black. His personal account is important information
if there is ever to be dialogue amongst leaders responsible for bringing
critically needed change to law enforcement attitudes and practices. I am so very, very sorry for the union
leaders volatile response that appears to have closed the door on such a
dialogue.
I once attended a seminar in my community, crammed to
standing room only. Parents, guardians
and youngsters, middle school through high school and college age were the
invited audience. Speakers leading the
program were law enforcement personnel including members of the local police
force and lawyers and elected leaders.
Graduate chapter fraternity members, youth counselors, and religious
leaders, also brought information to the group, responded to comments, and
answered questions. It was a successful
learning session.
The basic instruction given our children is to do exactly as
you are told when you are stopped by the police; be and look respectful; answer
every question; don’t make any quick moves while retrieving drivers license etc.,
and don’t resist arrest. Maintain a
patient demeanor for as long as you must, no matter if you feel mistreated. As a child, I was taught the mantra, “sticks and stones may break your bones, but names will never hurt you”. I taught my children the officer is in
charge; no matter how insulted and wronged you might feel. Respect that fact.
In closing, I’m thinking peace and good will is neither offered
nor encouraged when it’s only heated rhetoric that begs our attention. When it is heated rhetoric that keeps our attention it’s surely a smoke
screen smothering constructive conversation about an issue that continues to
demean the lives of innocent people who want police protection also.
I will continue to wait for the world to change.*
*Note: “Waiting on the World To Change” is a song written by John
Mayer. Anita Antoinette beautifully
performed it on The Voice. The song
speaks to me.

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