My Father an African American was a hero on the police force. It is time for me to break my silence. As a staunch defender of the police as well as a proponent of holding our police force accountable for their attitudes and actions.
Early Father ‘s day morning God touched my heart and said write! So, I find it is time for me to share with people that my Father was a police officer. I thought to myself, well how much does my Father being a police officers have to do with my respect and honor of the police? I would say not much if at all.
To someone who knows that my Father was a police officer and they do not like the police. They could say that he is for the police because his dad was. The same could be said for someone who is for the police who knew about the family connection.
They both would be wrong I would greatly assume. In my assessment of why I have a fiery defense of law enforcement. I would credit my relationship with God and understanding of the Civic role that policeman play in our society as the biggest reasons that I am on the side of officers all across the nation as they are in the spotlight for all the wrong reasons.
But what I cannot discount nor properly comprehend is that as a kid I saw my father get dressed to leave the house wearing that uniform. I did not want to become a policeman. I never thought it about it. Too dangerous…. But I went into the military to wear the other uniform.
Did you catch that? Being a police officer was too dangerous…. But I went into the military. There can be a lot of truth to that assessment. All I am trying to say is consciously I have never thought about how my Father being a police officer might of had such an impact on my life.
But subconsciously I would have to say that it most certainly did. Even that God saw fit to give me a cop as a father. Knowing that one day I would be at the forefront and one of the loudest defenders of police officers when they need it the most.
Because it is just in me. Knowing what is right and wrong. The decency and the good that I saw in my father was also in the police force. That is what my heart is saying. It is also what the statistics are saying involving police involved killings over the years.
I never really saw my dad as a hero. I just saw him as a good man. But when I think about what he did for all those years. Especially in light of what has happened over the past few weeks involving police officers and officers involved shootings.
I think of all that my Father went through as a cop for a major city in America. On this Father ‘s day I gain courage from my dad. For he has performed many courageous acts. Some that I know and some that I will never know. God has spared him even more than he knows.
For it is the nature of the job as a police officer. I never talk about my Father as a police officer. But I am breaking my silence. It is time for you to break yours. I appreciate what my Father did for me. I hope that you appreciate what he did for you.
Think of all of the Fathers and police officers male and female of every race across this country. Many of them are similar to my Father. They are heroes. They are corsage. They go unseen for the most part.
But, their children and loved ones are hoping to see them the next morning. This is a story about a child. A child who had no idea how blessed he was to have his Father raise him into adulthood.
Because his Father was a police officer who was assaulted on the job numerous times.
My dad was out there risking his life for your sorry … He is out there risking his life to take care of your sorry …..
So when you say that cops are bad. They are racist. You are doing the same thing that you say that the cops are doing. You are saying that they just look at you and say… Yeah you are worthless and no good.
But in actuality I know my dad. He did not see you as being sorry. He did not see me as being sorry. It just sounds good.
But he was out there risking his life for you. He was out there risking his life to take care of me.
I can say that because I have not been perfect in my life. Or perfect toward cops. Or perfect toward my Father. So I can say that I am thankful for what they do. The imperfect people and organization that they are.
I never talk about my Father being a cop. Because there is no need too. But I believe that God brought that back to me this week. With all of this going on and Father ‘s day coming up.
You did not wake up in a household and someone told you that your dad had been shot. You did not get dressed up to go to court for someone to tell you that your dad was in an officer involved shooting.
He was off duty. Going above and beyond. You don ‘t stop being a cop.
He was hit over the head with a bottle by a shoplifter. He pulled out his firearm and he fired in response because he felt that his life was in danger.
He was suspended from the police force. The thing that he loved to do he was not able to do. HIs profession and how he took care of his family he could no longer do.
My father happens to be black. But how can I judge someone else ‘s father. Who just wanted to get home to their child. Who felt that their life was in danger.
I thank God that my Father made it home those nights. I had a father that worked hard and who is honorable. He taught me what honor was. In our hearts we know that the assault on police officers is wrong.
So why are we sitting back and allowing this to happen. You know that if you are a celebrity your money will not protect you when it is time to go to your car from an event. You are relying on the police.
At your football and basketball games. But I see your tweets. I hear your silence. If you are in any community. You probably have called the police or you know someone who has.
Your children and grandchildren will have to call the police one day. If they are blessed enough to have them.
Or they will have to fend for themselves. Or take action themselves to stop some action that is putting them and their families in danger. Or that is threatening or limiting their liberty and free movement.
So why are you silent? Why are you not telling people to stay out of trouble and the law will not bother you for the most part. Isn’t that true?
Isn’t it interesting that the man who started all of this is almost never mentioned in a personal manner. It is almost like he is a cartoon character far removed from everything that is going on.
Like he is deceased or something. Why don ‘t people confront him for what he did. Which it is good that they do not. But it would make more sense if they did. But instead you are targeting all of the good cops.
This does not make any sense. I am speaking for the young children of all police officers. My silence is broken. Don ‘t throw my dad in with the rest of the bad cops. The bad cops get away free if they are not prosecuted. Which is a problem.
A problem that is a human problem that will never get fixed in totality. But why are you prosecuting the good cops? An injustice is an injustice. Don ‘t pile on injustice on too of another injustice.
These officers have to go to court to face a judge and a jury. Their children are just like me. They will be walking into a courtroom to support their dad. Hearing people say bad things about them.
Things that they know are not true. Their father would never do anything like that. I know my dad is innocent. Why would you be so angry. Why would be so mean? Why would you not give my dad the benefit of the doubt?
Do you know all the details? You see when I was a little kid I did not have video to watch. They presented the evidence at the trial. I remember all the details. I heard it so many times.
I knew where the prosecution felt that they had my dad. I knew where my Father ‘s defense was promising. It made so much sense. How could you even think of charging my father with this crime.
Now someone else ‘s Father is going through this. In this world we have to be tough and resilient. So I am not going to throw all of my tears on myself ,my dad, or the police officers of the day or their children.
But what I will do is to say that before you throw stones at police officers. Before you call them racist and completely assassinate their character. Look at them at human beings. Then look at the evidence.
What if the police officer was someone that you knew. How can our society side with the person who is assaulting a police officer more than the person who is a police officer. Who just wants to see their children the next morning when they wake up.
So that leaves me with this thought that I would like to share with you. If I was a child of one of those police officers accuse of police brutality. I would want others to put themselves in my mom or dad ‘s position.
Put themselves in my position. I just want to see my mom or dad again. JESUS said it best. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you” We call it the Golden Rule for a reason.
It is the rule that is so powerful. It would solve racism. It would help to bring justice to every situation that we have before us. So before you judge a police officer. Remember that there are many hero’s out there like my dad.
Running to defense of law and order. Protecting lives and just doing their job. Remember that there are little ones waiting at home for their mom or pops. Just to come home.
So there you have it. Yep my dad was a hero.