Friday, March 14, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
I was talking with a co-worker (who lives in a different country) last week and explained that I would be off work for our Presidents Day holiday. She asked about it and what we did to celebrate (if there was a parade, if we eat a special meal) and I said "its really just a day off to celebrate many former President's Birthdays, as many were born in February."
I guess it sometimes takes someone outside a situation to make you dwell in things... and it just so happens I finished a great book about some Presidents who dealt with mental illness, but I realized I don't give much thought on this holiday to the leaders who made this country what it is today.
Though there were some horrible things that happened under some of their leadership, there were also some amazing things that happened too. America has been far from a perfect country, but there are a few principles that make me proud to be an American: that all should have access to freedom and liberty namely.
So I thank the men (and future women) who have & will continue to make this possible. Though we are far from perfect, I am so grateful to be an American and for those who have upheld these values over the years.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
The few who ruin the Blue,
Seem more prevalent lately,
Getting away with horrific crimes,
Injustice shown blatantly.
How on earth can it be?
In the year 2014,
A raped teen exhiled from her town,
A homeless man dying of a ruptured spleen?
All at the hands,
Of those sworn to protect and serve,
And when their day in court comes,
They escape the punishment they deserve.
I know they represent,
A small fraction of the Force,
But it's hard to swallow,
As it is part of my history's course.
When I was 11 years old,
On my way to school,
I saw my best friend on a gurney,
Hit by a man who wore blue.
This off duty policeman,
Was driving while drunk,
But he never saw justice,
His case hidden in a county trunk
Or my friend in college,
Who had an ebony skintone,
And couldn't drive off campus at night,
The cops would harass and not leave him alone.
Or when my husband was pulled over,
And he was asked if he had ammunition,
Nothing he did deserved that first question,
His ethnicity was what caused the suspicion.
Or when we were stopped in the Midwest,
The officer infered prostitutes were what we are,
For driving with my husband, a brown man,
Who without cause was held in his cop car.
And all of these cases,
Which made my blood boil,
Fail to compare,
To the brutality which makes me coil.
How can those who used a taser,
On a man who was hog tied,
Escape all charges?
Even though they are the reason a man died?
I have to remind myself,
That most are not this evil,
Many have good intentions,
And are honest and real.
But to the good ones,
I make this small plea,
Don't turn a blind eye to injustice,
Don't use your union to set them free.
See in the history of Orange County,
A cop has never been found guilty,
Of any charges of murder,
And that can't be coincidently.
Don't bail out the guilty,
A blind band of brothers won't do,
Please stand for what is right,
And don't be part of the few who ruin the Blue.