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I want to tell you a story, but before I do, there are a few things you should know about me. First I’m southern, second I’m white. I’ve often been told that my race means I have no right to opinions on racism, that my voice
I want to tell you a story, but before I do, there are a few things you should know about me. First I’m southern, second I’m white. I’ve often been told that my race means I have no right to opinions on racism, that my voice
isn’t even heard. That because I am white and southern I don’t understand what it’s like to be so hated, and that’s true , so i am silent. That’s my fault, I should have spoken up sooner. I should have known that tho I don’t have those experiences,
I can still see when something is wrong and speak out. Growing up my Dad would often tell us “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.” ―Edmund Burke.
Even tho I know that’s true I’ve always been to scared and shy to speak, but I’d like to change that. I may not have experience with being hated but I do have http://experience.So"> http://experience.So I’ll make you a deal, if you listen to this whole story without interruption then i promise to
listen to your comments. even the bad ones im sure to get. The finale thing you have to know about me, is my dad is a cop.
Still with me? Great! Since my dad is a cop I will be the first to tell you that cops are assholes. Never met one that wasn’t. Male, female, black white hispanic, I’ve met em all and there all assholes. But not all of them are bad.
So let me tell you a story about my dad. The Halloween of my 13th year my best friend and I had decided to have a sleep over of epic proportions. We would trick or treat with her family and stay up watching horror films and eating our sweet sweet loot. My dad had the night off
for which he was grateful(Halloween’s get crazy) so he and my mother picked us up from school. I don’t remember what was asked but I remember I answered him with my ever present “I Don’t Know” this answer always made him mad but today for some reason it made him furious.
He yelled the hole way home and then threw a tantrum that would make a three year old proud. He told me , blue in the face from screaming, I was grounded ,grounded and not going to the sleepover. I was floored and upset. My mother tried to calm him and I could hear her timid
voice in the kitchen. I also heard him shout “Fine! I don’t care, I don’t want to see her face!” That hurt more than you can know. My mother took me to my friends house, I spent half the night in tears until she cajoled me into having fun as only she could do.
Weeks went by and he didn’t look at me, didn’t speak to me. Finally as weeks turned into months things went back to normal but I never forgot and never forgave, for he had not even uttered an apology. Years past and when I was 16 rebel that I was, I texted my boyfriend while in
school, a big no no with my parents. But being a stupid teenager, when confronted with undeniable proof(the bill, time stamped no less) I lied and said it wasn’t me. My mother hates lies, she was more angry than I’ve ever seen her and she slapped me. I slapped her back.
And my dad got soooo angry. He choked me. My brother and mother had to pull him off me. And so my hatred grew. Grew and grew, until all I wanted was out, all I wanted was to never see him again. I imagined so many ways to take revenge. To get married but not tell him.
To get strong and beat him up. To move far away and never look back! When I was 19 I gave birth to a beautiful boy and got married. We were fresh out of high school and had no where to go, so we lived with my parents for which I am very grateful. It taught me a lot. One of the
many things I learned was what my parents shielded me from. You see every time my newborn would cry my dad would get upset and stomp off. I thought he was angry still, angry that I had had a baby so young. So one day I gathered my courage and asked my mom why he was mad.
She told me no, he’s not mad at you it’s the baby crying he can’t stand. And then she told me one of the most horrible story’s you can tell a new mother. When I was 16 and right around the time of the phone bill incident my dad was called out to a fire.
I don’t know how other towns work, but in mine when dispatch has a fire call they call both the fire department, to fight the fire, and the police to help make sure no civilians go into the blaze and to keep everyone at a safe distance. Sometimes the firemen arrive first,
sometimes police. On this night it was police, my dad and 4 other officers arrive to see a one story building with flames everywhere. They get out of there cars and that’s when they hear it.
The scream of an infant. The other officers told my mother that my dad turned sheet white and bolted for the house. It took all four officers to pin him to the ground. They had to sit and listen to this child scream and burn to death. There was nothing they could do.
I asked her more questions and found out that when I was 13 my dad got his dream job as detective but it turned out to be more of a nightmare. You see he was detective over sex crimes. She said he saw more children than she cares to admit.
Most of the time they were to frightened of my 6ft 200 pound dad to talk directly to him so he had to ask a lady in records to go in and ask them things. My father has many such story’s, story’s I’m sure I’ll never want to hear. In hearing these things it slowly changed the
way I saw my father. Suddenly he was human. He was flawed. And a few years later I learned to forgive him for the way he had treated me. He may not have been a good father, but he’s the one I have and I love him all the same. He was a great cop ,still an asshole tho.
You may be wondering why I would tell you this when it doesn’t really have anything to do with racism, and your right it doesn’t. I have no experience with racism but I do with cops. The point is not all cops are bad. Sure some are corrupt and deserve to be tried and convicted.
But I hope you don’t see all of them that way. They have an impossibly hard job. There human and flawed but there not all bad. I know your all rolling your eyes and most will ignore me, but I can’t be speechless anymore. Yes what happened is horrible and the cops that did it
deserve to go to jail. There terrible horrible people who shouldn’t have been cops in the first place. And I know a town that’s burned can be rebuilt but a human who loses there life can’t get it back! But please keep in mind that not all cops are bad. Just assholes.
please don& #39;t think that im justifying those horrible cops with this thread, im not. the opposite actually. I just was hoping that maybe from my story you would see that not all cops are the same. and that not all people are the same. im sorry if this bothered anyone.
