Archive for July, 2009

RACIAL HESITATION

Monday, July 27th, 2009

Sounds like a medical condition, doesn’t it?  It’s not, and I’ll explain the phrase a little further in, but the issues of race, and racial profiling, and “good-cop, bad-cop” long ago passed the point of being a real issue…it is now a national psychosis.  I guess it is kind of a medical condition, our never-ending obsession with racism.  If it were a rash, we could say that it is flaring up at the moment.

Unless you’re just back from Neptune, you know what I’m talking about.  The now-national story of Henry Gates, Harvard Elite and considered one of the countrys pre-eminent scholars, arrested in his home near the University after forcing his way through a door, having lost his house keys, I suppose.  Gates is the director of Harvard’s W.E.B. Du Bois Institute for African and African American Research.  Right away one wonders if the prospect of being the next “Joe the Plumber” had anything to do with this, but let’s ere on the side of caution and look at the story as it stands at this writing.

Someone had reported two black men with backpacks forcing their way through the rear door of Gates’ home.  Cambridge Police Sergeant Jim Crowley responded.  By the time he arrived, Gates was in the home, and when asked for an I.D., he responded by asking Crowley… “Why, because I’m a black man in America?”  One can imagine the tone this set for the rest of the conversation.  Crowley, following protocol, asked Gates to step outside, not knowing how many people were in the home, or if Gates was in fact the homeowner.

Gates admits that he was tired, and it appears that he talked himself into handcuffs, for a disorderly conduct charge that has since been dropped.  Most of us either know, or, as in my case, already learned the hard way that mouthing off to police officers is a sure way to get a “Go To Jail For Free” card.  In my younger years, I was not known for my penchant for rational discourse with policemen.  As I grew older, and wiser, I learned to be polite.  Not just as a matter of respect for folks who make their living protecting us, and dealing with unhappy customers all day long, but in my own self-interest, because keeping myself composed almost always yielded a happier result for me.

Still, it’s not the nuts and bolts of this case that are intriguing.  I have no doubt that racial profiling exists, I just don’t believe it is rampant.  I suspect there are probably black cops who may give their white customers a little rougher treatment.  The assertion, however, that we are a racist nation, or that when it comes to race we are “a nation of cowards”, as we were reminded by our new Attorney General Eric Holder, is bogus.

One might think, that with a black President, who won with an overwhelming majority of votes in spite of his epic lack of experience, that we are not only NOT a racist country, but a country eager…even over-eager, to demonstrate that we are not.

I know of nobody who questions the dismal history of slavery in this country, or the impact that slavery had on this nation and it’s psyche, but is there ever a moment in time when we kind of collectively move on?

As I said, it’s not the details of this incident, it is the fact that the media, the Al Sharptons, the Jesse Jacksons, the race merchants, all descend upon an incident like this as a tiger might attack a gazelle carcass.  It is a pathetic sight.

Gates himself, demands an apology, states that he will deem the apology’s worth or sincerity, and has threatened, of course, a lawsuit.  Had he any dignity, he would have laughed it off, would have not spoken to a police officer in a demeaning manner, and would have set the example for other black men, reinforced the message that to heal race relations in this country, forgiveness and patience is requisite on all sides.  Instead, he behaved like a twelve year-old.  Stunningly, our own President interjected his views during a national press conference on…of all things…health care.  Obama stated, after admitting he is friendly with Gates and did not know the facts of the case, that the Cambridge Police “acted stupidly”.  Huh?  How did a local Boston story so captivate the national media?  Well…we can thank our President for that, to some degree, a man who has himself played the race card so deftly throughout his campaign, that you barely felt it.  But it was there.  Remember the old “they’re going to try and scare you..” line?  No, Mr. President.  “They” are not scaring me.  You are.

The only real prejudice in this story is the prejudice the media shows in which stories it elevates to national status, and which ones they don’t.  If we really wanted to heal race relations in this country, we should report alternate stories with equal zeal and passion.  But we don’t.  And I can think of one that would have been a good choice.

A few years ago, in Manchester, NH, Officer Michael Briggs was shot in the head and killed after responding to a call for a fight.  A young black man, Michael Addison, was running away, ordered to stop, turned, aimed and shot.  Officer Briggs was a veteran, a husband, and a father.  An outstanding American patriot and servant to his country and community.

But there was more to the story, for just a few short years earlier, Officer Briggs had responded to a report of “shots fired”.

When he arrived, a victim was bleeding from a gunshot wound.  Officer Briggs cradled him, comforted him, tended to his wound until an ambulance arrived.  The young, black victim, was none other than Michael Addison.  Yes…the same man who would later shoot and kill this same officer.

But Al Sharpton was nowhere to be found for this event.  No “bad-cop” story here.  And I’m certain that if  we could ask Officer Briggs about it today, and of course we can’t, because he is dead, he would say that he was just doing his job.

I often wondered, as I’m sure many others did, if, on that fateful night, Officer Briggs hesitated for just a moment with his weapon drawn.  If somewhere in his mind he thought “if I kill this kid…a young black man…it will be national news.”  And, of course, it would have been.  Let’s call it “Racial Hesitation”.  That split-second in time when an officer has to make a dreadful decision, one that should be unhampered by the prospect of political or media-driven fallout.  We’ll never know, but I’ll bet it happens.

And it is a sad consequence of where we find ourselves today.  Pragmatic people know that the best way to avoid being shot by a cop is to not be a criminal.  Pragmatic people know that Sgt. Crowley in Cambridge was doing his job, responding to a report of a possible break-in at a house that, by the way, had been broken into recently.  But these silly, logical thoughts will never slow the Ferret-like gnawing of the race merchants at the ever-juicy bone of Race in America.  Why?  Because it’s not about equality anymore.  Equality is here.  It’s about money.  Racism, in America, is a business, and unlike most enterprises in this country right now…business is booming.

A SMALLER BAND

Monday, July 20th, 2009

We all have heard regularly over the last few years how our World War II veterans are disappearing at, naturally, an accelerated pace.  Discussing this with a friend recently, who is involved in a program that flys veterans to assorted memorials and memorial services, the conversation turned to the epic series “Band of Brothers”.  A well-known, heart-wrenching depiction of nearly every aspect of what these brave, young men and women endured and sacrificed for their country.

Since Tom Brokaw’s book, they have become known as “The Greatest Generation”.  Indeed.  Not to take away from the equivalent valor of those who served in Vietnam, Korea, currently in Iraq, or any other conflict that has called upon our citizens to risk the ultimate sacrifice for their nation, but there is something, perhaps romanticized, about those who served in World War II.  During the conversation mentioned above, I mentioned how I have read so many obituaries of local people, seemingly “average-Joes”, whose life story reads like a spell-binder.  Bomber pilots, ex-prisoners-of-war, stories of holding friends in their arms while they died.  Valor. Honor. Integrity.  There may even be some kind of back-handed mercy in the fact that they don’t have to further witness they moral unraveling of this country for which they fought, and loved so dearly.

Not one day after this conversation, I received an email from a different friend.  It was a letter, really, written by a man named Roberto Clemente.  I read it and wept.  I planned on using excerpts for this column, but realized I was unable to edit or improve upon it’s content.  So, with credit to Mr. Clemente, and hoping he holds no harm for the re-print, following is the letter in it’s entirety, as I received it:

One of the “Band of Brothers” soldiers died on June 17th, 2009.  We’re hearing a lot recently about splashy memorial services  (Jackson was his name, I think).  I want a nationwide memorial service for Darrell “Shifty” Powers.

Shifty volunteered for the airborne in WWII and served with Easy Company of the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment, part of the 101st Airborne Infantry.  If you’ve seen the Band of Brothers on HBO or the History Channel, you know Shifty.  His character appears in all 10 episodes, and Shifty himself is interviewed in several of them.

I met Shifty in the Philadelphia airport several years ago.  I didn’t know who he was at the time.  I just saw an elderly gentleman having trouble reading his ticket.  I offered to help, assured him that he was at the right gate, and noticed the “Screaming Eagle”, the symbol of the 101st Airborne, on his hat.

Making conversation, I asked him if he’d been in the 101st Airborne or if his son was serving.  He said quietly that he had been in the 101st.  I thanked him for his service, then asked him where he served and how many jumps he made.  Quietly and humbly, he said, “Well, I guess I signed up in 1941 and was in until 1945 or so…” at which point, my heart skipped.

At that point, again, very humbly, he said, “I made the five training jumps at Toccoa, and then jumped into Normandy…do you know where Normandy is?”

I told him yes, I know exactly where Normandy was, and I know what D-Day was.  At that point he said, “I also made a second jump into Holland, into Amhem.”  I was standing with a genuine war hero…then I realized that it was June, right after the anniversary of D-Day.

I asked Shifty if he was on his way back from France and he said, “Yes, and it’s real sad because these days so few of the guys are left, and those that are, lots of them can’t make the trip.”  My heart was in my throat and I didn’t know what to say.

I helped Shifty get onto the plane and then realized he was back in Coach, while I was in First Class.  I sent the flight attendant back to get him and said that I wanted to switch seats.  When Shifty came forward, I got up out of the seat and told him I wanted him to have it, that I’d take his in Coach.

He said, “No, son, you enjoy that seat.  Just knowing that there are still some who remember what we did and still care is enough to make an old man happy.”  His eyes were filling up as he said it.  And mine are brimming up now as I write this.

Shifty died on June 17th after fighting cancer.

There was no parade.  No big event at the Staples Center.  No wall-to-wall, back-to-back news coverage.  No weeping fans on television.

And that’s not right.

Let’s give Shifty his own Memorial Service, on-line, in our own quiet way.  Please forward this to everyone you know, especially to veterans.

Rest in Peace, Shifty.  “A nation without heroes is nothing”.  Roberto Clemente.

Let me state here that Mr. Clemente, where ever you are, you are an angel.  I have written here before of an experience of my own, similar to Roberto’s.  Seven or eight years ago, while enjoying a long Memorial Day weekend in Maine with my wife and two young sons, we were having breakfast and I noticed an older gentleman, with a Navy cap bearing the USS insignia of his ship.  I looked quietly at his hands, like tree stumps, and the face, and wondered what that body had seen and endured.  I quietly asked the waitress to give me his check.  We were about to leave as he and his wife were, and the waitress was pointing in our direction.  I thanked him for his service, and he began to weep a little.  Outside, his wife told me, “that has never happened before.”  And that’s not right.  It should happen every day.

Don’t let shyness get in your way.  Time is running out.  When you encounter a veteran, of any age, a sincere “thank you” is in order.

AN OPEN DOOR

Monday, July 13th, 2009

It is said that opportunity only knocks once.  I would agree, and state further, that based on my experience opportunity not only knocks once, but it knocks lightly.  I must have had the radio turned up too loud, and I would urge “opportunity” to use the doorbell next time you’re on my street.  Sometimes, opportunity doesn’t knock at all, it just comes through the door like a battering ram.  This would be an apt description of the opportunity that arose for New Hampshire’s prized Attorney General Kelly Ayotte, who announced on Tuesday last that she will be resigning her post, effective July 17th, to launch an exploration into a run for U.S. Senate.

This is a great loss for New Hampshire’s state legal team.  Attorney Ayotte has been, arguably, the best, most hard-working AG this state has had in decades, or maybe ever.  She began under Governor Craig Benson, having already cut her teeth as a notable homicide prosecutor.  She handled the case of Half and Suzanne Zantop, the Dartmouth College professors who were brutally murdered in their home.  She brought successful convictions in that case.  She also presided over the investigation into the Manchester Archdiocese child abuse scandal, again returning a victory.  She singlehandedly brought a national referendum on the “Parental Notification” law that would require notification of parents prior to a minor girl having an abortion.

Although she admits that she promised in March, when democratic Governor John Lynch reappointed her that she would serve a full four-year term, she says now that she could not have foreseen the dramatic change in the political landscape in such a short time.  It’s hard to argue with that.

Governor Lynch stated that he had never considered anyone else for the job.  Though Lynch is known for bi-partisan politics, his unwavering support of her is worth mention. Nobody could argue with the body of her work or the quality of her character.  She has never been a party-line person while serving as Attorney General.  She has fought for the death penalty and was the lead prosecutor, again, successful, in the trial of Michael Addison, the now-convicted killer of Manchester Police Officer Michael Briggs.

I myself had the privilege of working closely with Attorney Ayotte during the crafting of the New Hampshire Child Protection Act, a healthy upgrade in New Hampshire’s laws designed to protect children and incarcerate child molesters and child pornographers.  It was a pleasure working with her and her staff, all bright, decent people working with the best interest of New Hampshire truly at the forefront.  Her affability is certainly one of the reasons she is so productive.  She works both sides of the aisle effortlessly, presents reasoned arguments, and yet is as tough as any crime show lawyer.  She is fascinating to watch on the courtroom floor, because her homework is always done…and then some.

The silver lining in all this is that she will hopefully become New Hampshire’s next U.S. Senator.  With Judd Gregg, John Sununu and former Governor Stephen Merrill all stating they have no interest in the Senate seat, the timing was a once-in-a-lifetime deal.  I have no doubt that, as she stated, this was a difficult decision for her, and her family, but I am encouraged that there are still people of her caliber willing to put themselves on the front lines in the interest of their state and country.

I wrote recently that the real losers in the Sarah Palin debacle are the American citizens.  Whether or not you like Palin, when decent people with decent motives get torn apart by the press, family and young children included, other decent people who may have considered public office think better of it.  We get left with the social flotsam seeking positions of influence and power.

I have to admit, the notion of seeing our own Kelly Ayotte in the national spotlight thrills me.  She is exactly the kind of pragmatic, no-nonsense straight-talker that we need.  And when I say “we”, I mean New Hampshire…and the United States.

INDEPENDENCE

Monday, July 6th, 2009

Another Fourth of July.  America takes to the barbecue grill, to parades and fireworks, and hopefully reflects on the meaning of the holiday, celebrating the birth of our nation.  It’s a good time to take inventory, count our blessings, promise to improve.  There is much wrong in the world, though it has been buried deep in the news cycle as the hyena-like media feast on the death of Michael Jackson and the dramatic fall…no, stumble, from Grace, of a South Carolina Governor.  No moral obstacle too high to scale for our esteemed “journalists” and news outlets, it’s whatever “sells” that makes the front pages.

Recently, even late-night television began to take on the carnivorous nature of the national media.  David Letterman’s over-the-top remarks regarding Sarah Palin’s daughter come to mind.  A brilliant comedian seemed bent on diminishing himself in the eyes of millions by exposing his utter disdain for…a politician?

No, it’s deeper than that with Governor Sarah Palin.  It always has been.  From the very moment she was chosen as Senator McCain’s running mate, she sent chills down the spines of many, on both sides of the aisle.  It has been quite a spectacle, really.  Watching the feminist organizations squirm, the pro-choice sign-holders fidget, and Republicans either diminish her, or gush over her.  But it’s been consistent with the main-stream media from day one.  Vitriol.  I resist using the word “hate” because I just don’t like the word, but in reality, it applies here.

Why all the fuss?  It is almost like a large science-experiment gone bad.  From the beginning she struck me as very down-to-earth.  She comes from a humble background, rose from Mayor to Governor, and has accrued an admirable record of achievement while in office.  More than admirable, really, quite remarkable.  She took on some pretty big and entrenched powers and shook the rug pretty effectively.  Not bad.

Her family is exceedingly “normal”.  Her husband works on the oil rigs on the North Slope and is an accomplished snow machine racer.  Nice kids with a loopy daughter who got pregnant.  Welcome to Main Street, USA.  Pick it apart all you want, they are decent, hard-working, honest people and she is someone who has given back to her state and country.  We all should be so accomplished.

So it is not surprising, to me at least, that Sarah Palin chose Independence Day to announce her departure from politics.  Pretty stunning.  A player, for sure, and some even expected her to run in 2010.  She is loved and adored by at least as many as despise her, and the political world was her oyster, had she wanted it.  Still, I had a feeling, after the David Letterman event, that she was genuinely angry and hurt for her daughter.  I give her credit for making a difficult decision, but the correct decision for her and her family.  She is young, her family is young. Her political career is hers to re-ignite whenever, and where ever she chooses, be it four years from now, or twenty years from now.

The media will tear at this from every angle.  They will diminish her further.  But she has shown courage in this decision, and commitment to family.  The one thing the media will not report on is who the real loser is here.  That, of course, is the American people.  It’s not about Sarah Palin, but all the other Sarah Palin’s we will never see because of the ridiculous gauntlet that running for office has become.  I have been saying this for years, that because of the process we have delegated ourselves to the bottom of the barrel when it comes to choosing leaders.  We get the Bill Clinton’s and the Larry Craig’s.  People of true honor and character would not subject their families to the process.  If it were simply a matter of self-scrutiny, that would be different.  Now, we include the entire family, including minor children, in the public dissecting process.

It is sad.  We should savor these Independence days, as they may be markedly different years from now.  When history looks back, to trace the thread that so thoroughly unraveled that the entire country fell apart, the menacing and voyeuristic media that we allowed to dominate us will have played a major role.  They will secretly congratulate themselves now, nap in the wake of their meal, and then, of course, awake and be looking for their next victim.