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Oct 2, 2015

I Miss My Badge

I miss my badge.  You see, I never wanted to be a cop.  The joke was on me though because I did an internship and realized I loved it.  A series of events led me to a city I never even wanted to visit and plopped me behind the badge of a department that has had its fair share of blemishes.  More than that, it was chock full of men and women working miracles with little support and few supplies. As my mom pinned my new badge on my chest, it shined with the pride of thousands who’d gone before

Sep 14, 2015

Self-Sacrifice Wins

Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends -Jesus of Nazareth By the time you read these words, it is likely that another law enforcement officer left for his shift and did not return home.  This isn’t happening in some far away place that you’ve only read about in books or seen in a documentary; it’s not just happening inside your television or on your social media newsfeeds; it’s happening to real men and women of valor in our own back yards and roads; It’s happening right here, right now. Still, as

Sep 11, 2015

Two Kinds of Monsters

“Those who fight monsters inevitably change. Because of all that they see and do, they lose their innocence, and a piece of their humanity with it. If they want to survive, they begin to adopt some of the same characteristics as the monsters they fight. It is necessary. They become capable of rage, and extreme violence. There is a fundamental difference, however. They keep those monster tendencies locked away in a cage, deep inside. That monster is only allowed out to protect others, to accomplish the mission, to get the job done…..Not for the perverse pleasure that the monsters feel

Sep 7, 2015

Make no mistake: We Are Warriors

“What do we want? Dead cops! When do we want it? Now!” -heard at a “peaceful” protest in NYC 12-13-14 “Pigs in a blanket, fry ‘em like bacon” -heard at a “peaceful” protest by the #BlackLivesMatter group in St. Paul Minnesota 8-29-15 I’ve got some pretty thick skin; most cops do.  Doing this job long enough will make you relatively immune to name calling, assaults on officers and just general jackwagonery.  Still, when the lives of my brother’s and sisters are being threatened by mis-informed, mis-guided and hate filled groups, I feel the need to speak up and do my

Sep 1, 2015

“Being a cop is less dangerous than…”

With the recent focus on the rising, media-induced tensions between certain radical elements of the population and police, a time-worn cliché has once again reared it’s illogical, ugly head. The old canard goes something like this: “Being a cop is safe. More people are killed in crab fishing than in law enforcement.” I have yet to see this silly line of “logic” applied to other jobs in which the employee bears arms in the course of their duties. You don’t hear people say “being a Marine in a combat zone is safer than crossing the street, because more people die

Aug 23, 2015

Hesitation kills… if you’re lucky you just get hurt badly

By now we’ve probably all seen the news story of the Alabama detective who was beaten with his own service weapon by a suspect who disregarded the detective’s verbal commands to stay in his vehicle during a traffic stop. That suspect, who also happened to be “unarmed” (at least initially), gained control of the detective’s gun and savagely assaulted him. Fortunately the offender ended the attack once the detective was left bloody and unconscious. The detective has since said what most of us suspected when the story first broke: He hesitated to take an action he knew he should have

Aug 13, 2015

Through the Eyes of a Police Officer’s Child.

I hear the pitter patter of his purposeful little steps running down the hallway.  I know the swan dive into our bed is imminent.  “Take me to see a police car!”  He’s 4 years old, he has bright blue eyes, and resembles his father.   Just in the past few months, he has finally understood that his daddy wears the same uniform as the guys who drive his favorite toy cars and play his favorite characters on TV.   He doesn’t understand the weight that comes along with his father’s occupation.  In his world, there is only good.  Bad doesn’t exist.  He

Aug 10, 2015

The Kind of Racism Killing America

Tonight, as I type these words, I’m keeping an eye on the fresh batch of rioting, looting and other lawlessness going on in Ferguson, MO on the one year anniversary of the attack on Officer Darren Wilson.  In doing so, this picture came across one of my newsfeeds: My eyes were drawn to the sign that states “Racism is Destroying AmeriKKKa” juxtaposed next to shirts bearing the image of assailant Mike Brown and the words “Chosen 4 Change”.  As I stared at this picture trying to make sense of its inherent contradictions, my mind was stirred to remember some words (ironically)

Jul 30, 2015

More Than Chicken Crap

In the words of the prosecutor of former officer Tensing in Cincinnati, the reason for the stop of the deceased, Mr. DuBose, was “chicken crap”. The reason for the stop was not having a license plate on the front of the vehicle, which apparently is a violation of the law where this incident took place. Of course numerous anti-police entities are making the claim that Mr. Dubose was “murdered” for “not having a license plate”. Let’s infuse the discourse with a little rationality here: Had Mr. Tensing stopped Mr. Dubose for not having a tag, then immediately shot him in

Jul 27, 2015

Sometimes, We’re Wrong

Among supporters of law enforcement officers, there is no shortage of police apologists, and rightly so.  Given the current climate of negative media attention and the toleration of outright lies that pass as truth at even the highest levels (such as “Hands up, Don’t Shoot” from the floor of Congress) we need both sworn and civilian men and women of intelligence who are ready to defend the appropriate, even when unimaginably difficult, job that cops do day in and day out. The job that involves (from my own personal experience) being spit on, assaulted, lied to, lied about, fled from,

Jun 1, 2015

Lessons in Losing a Brother

News of an officer involved shooting cut through the rest of the morning talk-radio chatter on the drive to work.  Most of the other officers at the department had also heard the news, but the disposition was unknown.  We all hoped for the best of course, but sharing a common in-car messaging system, several unanswered messages began to increase concern. Eventually, a voice on the other end of the phone from the Taylor Police Department (Taylor, MI) confirmed that in an early morning situation, an Officer had been killed in the line of duty. The next few hours, although I remember much

May 4, 2015

Dangerous Lies of an American Movement against Policing.

Officer Brian Moore died today.  He was 25 years old, loved his job, and was held with the highest respect from his fellow officers of the NYPD.  When I was 25 years old, I didn’t even know who I was yet.  I was stuck in that weird world between knowing how to be an adult and remaining a child.  Brian Moore was already serving his community, protecting it’s citizens, and putting his life on the line; a decision that would ultimately call him home at an incredibly young age. This is the 3rd NYPD officer to succumb to his injuries
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