I've tried to come up with words that describe my feelings without appearing to not see there are many sides to each story. I do want to appear bold however.
In light of recent events, I want to respond to the climate of contempt, fear, and hatred aimed at the law enforcement of our great country.
First of all, the Constitution allows us to protect our person and our property. It also allows us to give authority to a group of individuals that can protect our individual rights as a group. We set up laws, whether good or bad, that indicate to this group of protectors, what we would like them to enforce for us. Then, as free agents in this country, we have the right to choose if we want to obey those laws, however, we must respect that deciding to disobey comes with consequences. After all, we have collectively agreed to those laws (which we can change!).
Undermining the authority we have freely given to our protectors leads us, those around us, and more importantly our children to believe that there is no such thing as authority. It leads to fear, hate, contempt, and chaos. It leads to our peace keepers and protectors to be seen with disdain, hate, and fear. They are stripped of their authority by media, social networking, etc. Their lives were already in danger, but the climate now heightened, directly causes more danger to them and the welfare of their families.
Many of you don't care. Many of you are willing to be swept away by the tide of sheep following each other without study and investigation of your own. Many of you want to seem open minded and supportive of causes you don't really understand.
The reason I care is because this is personal to me. It's personal beyond the fact that I love my country and The Constitution. It's personal because my life revolves around one single protector that has been made into a faceless militant by the public.
He is not faceless. He is not heartless. He bleeds quite freely when injured. He cries when happy, or sad, or terrible things happen. In fact, I can describe each feature in his face. I am familiar with the beats of his heart. I know the color of is eyes. His hands cut the umbilical cords of my babies. His hands helped build my house. His hands comb my hair and rub my head when I am worried. He sings off key to his babies. He lets them sleep next to him when they are afraid. He is patient and kind. He sees more good in people than I ever will. He works himself to the bone for his family and for the public. Every night I turn my back to him, because he knows I love to be the little spoon. I turn my back because he is my safety. I know he will protect me. I have no fear of him. He has a face. He has a heart. His eyes.........are blue.
#thinkbeforeyousheep
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