Am I the only one who’s noticed that almost every police chief that shows up in a news broadcast or TV show is wearing the insignia of a military general; that is, four stars?
Note that federal law governs the numbers of general officers for all branches of our military, and that all general officers are all addressed as “general” or “admiral,” with no reference to the number of stars they are entitled to wear. Four stars is the maximum number except in times of war, when there have been five-star generals and admirals.
Police departments all over our country have long used military rank to define command structure; e.g., sergeant, lieutenant, captain, but I didn’t notice when chiefs became four-star generals. Federal law limits the numbers of four-star generals to seven Army, nine Air Force, two Marine, and six Navy (admirals).
I certainly admire and respect men and women who have risen to the rank of police chief, but four stars? “The Crossing,” a TV show we tuned into recently, not only has a four-star chief but also a three-star (lieutenant general) as an assistant chief. I think the two of them supervise about five other police officers.
Several police chiefs on national news programs lately, and I hate the thought of what caused them to be on the news, have shown up with collars sagging from the weight of four stars.
Can’t help wondering when and why the four-star fixation got its start. It’s certainly good for the companies that manufacture insignia. Found one company that sells the shiny silver four-star collar item for $41.50. Police departments could save some money just going for one or two stars. Tom Selleck plays the role of the Commissioner of the New York Police Department, and he doesn’t even wear one star.
This morning’s newspaper described how our NC legislators might be considering arming teachers as a method of preventing or at least discouraging school shootings. An NC School Safety Committee is being formed and requested to produce recommendations to the Legislature.
One NC legislator was quoted as referring to the reactions of people in favor of better methods of gun control as “useless hysteria” that “we have to get over.” One can only hope he won’t get up in front of a group of grieving parents and classmates of murdered fellow students and tell them they have to get over their useless hysteria.
Heard another NC legislator on NPR state that she didn’t think there would be much action on school safety in NC unless and until we experienced a school shooting in NC. Reminds me of a comment from a long-time Wake Forest resident who once told me NC wouldn’t install a traffic light “until 2 or 3 people were killed at the intersection.” Good grief.
Never mind that roughly 7 of every 10 Americans think there should be more strict background investigations and a ban on privately owned automatic, semi-automatic weapons, and the “bumpstocks” that make semi-automatics fully automatic (all hereinafter referred to as “military-grade weapons”).i As a certified geezer with experience as a teacher, coach, FBI Agent, legal administrator, and real estate instructor, I can think of more reasons than I’ll have the time and patience to include here about why arming teachers is not a good idea, but here are a few:
Arming teachers means there will be guns in our schools, lots of guns, every day, available for misguided people to figure out ways to get at and use them.
Shooting at targets, no matter how much one does that, is not the same as shooting at someone who is trying to shoot others, especially if that someone is shooting at you. Odds are that an armed teacher would be sending rounds into unintended people and other targets; e.g., the classroom across the hall.
A teacher with a handgun has no chance against someone with a military-grade weapon.
Teachers are not law enforcement officers, and no amount of training will transform them into law enforcement officers.
Consider these questions. Would teachers be required to arm themselves? Would teachers have a right not to bear arms? And suppose a disgruntled teacher decides to open fire at school? More “useless hysteria” to follow? And more “thoughts and prayers?”
It has become quite a distasteful burden to listen to our leaders offer “their thoughts and prayers” to the families of murdered school children and teachers, who have lost everything they were and everything they were yet to be. My thoughts and prayers are that our government officials at all levels will ban private ownership of military-grade weapons and not allow sale of any kind of gun to anyone under the age of 21, require extensive background checks and waiting periods and licenses for all purchasers of any gun of any type, require regular of issued firearms licenses, and that the NC School Safety Committee will consider the above and much more, and will produce better ideas than arming teachers.
Some say it’s too late, that too many military-grade weapons are already out there, privately owned.. Others say under the 2nd Amendment we have the right to own those weapons. I say it’s not too late to attempt action that will rid this country of mass shootings of all kinds. I also say that the authors of the 2nd Amendment could not have predicted the killing power of the weapons that would be available to anyone 200 years later.
In the meantime we need much better security at our schools, security provided by trained police officers. I would allow only two entrances that provide access to any school facility; lots of exits, but only two entrances, each of which would be staffed by trained police officers and equipped with metal detectors.
If I’m engaging in “useless hysteria,” so be it. I don’t want any more students, teachers, or anyone else murdered with military-grade weapons.
i People, including the media, often confuse the different types of military-grade weapons. To clarify, with a semi-automatic the trigger must be pulled for each shot; with an automatic (or with a bumpstock on a semi-automatic) the weapon continues to fire as long as the trigger is held in the firing position and there are live rounds in the weapon’s magazine. Both automatic and semi-automatic weapons use magazines loaded with bullets, called “rounds,” although as a general rule the magazines for automatics hold more rounds because they can fire more of them in a brief time. As either type is fired, the round in the chamber is on its way, the empty shell is ejected from the weapon, and a new round is slipped from the magazine and inserted in the chamber for the next shot. To fire 12 rounds from a semi-automatic, the trigger would have to be pulled 12 times; from a fully automatic the trigger need only be held in the firing position until the magazine is empty. There are automatic weapons that are capable of firing upwards of 100 rounds in a matter of seconds.
Some friends asked me why I write these blog articles. By the way, is “blog” an acronym, and if so, for what? Anyway, I write because I like to write, I’m interested (if not anxious these days) in current events, and I enjoy trying to come up with interesting and informative articles to send to family and friends. In the “Nobody Asked Me, But…..” articles I try to point out a few of the zany if not crazy stupid news articles that appear on social media, my newspaper, and other outlets; e.g., my daily quote calendar. Here are some examples:
First, I saw a post on Facebook the other day that claimed Ben Carson, our HUD Secretary, said: “I think illegal immigrants who commit crimes should have their citizenship revoked.” Probably generated by some Russian hacker, so I’ll ignore that one. Besides, nobody with a high school diploma would make that mistake.
Next comes a statement from today’s newspaper about a poor guy who lost several toes and part of his foot due to an infection. He has diabetes and is on disability, and is worried that a federal heating assistance program is about to be wiped out by our Leader and other leaders in Washington. He lost his job and is struggling to heat his home for himself and his fiance and their five children. Never mind that, the important part of the article states that he won’t vote for Trump again if this heating assistance program is eliminated. Wait – fiance and five children? Somebody call a pastor, priest, or civil servant who is allowed to perform marriage ceremonies.
And finally, there is the NC State Legislator that is trying to figure out a way out of his comments about “communist democrats.” He says he didn’t mean all Democrats, just the Communist ones. Comparing himself with General George S. Patton, who once apologized for slapping a soldier, noticed that regular Democrats might have felt somewhat miffed. He went on to recall how “Nikita Cruchev” had long ago predicted that “…Communists would conquer America without firing a shot,” and that a major part of that strategy would be disarming “our people.”
Can’t help being astonished about these little stories…..good grief.
The FBI website instructs us to just dial 1-800-CALLFBI. I just did that and the call was answered by a long recitation of which keys to press based on which major case you are calling about. The number got me to the FBI’s Major Case Call Center, probably not a number to call to report a kid who might be planning a school shooting. The message is too long and the subject matter is not presented as a choice. Takes way too long to speak to a human being.
I’m pretty good at using the Internet, and I still could not find a phone number to call anything resembling a tip center in West Virginia referred to in some of the news stories about the 2018 Valentine’s Day Florida school shooting. I did find a few references advising me to call the nearest field office – not much help if you don’t have time to figure out which office is nearest and what’s the phone number…..
I recall sitting on phone duty several times while an agent in Seattle and Washington, DC back in the late 60’s and early 70’s. In both instances as far as I knew I was the only agent in the building. In both instances we were given a “nut box” or access to a “nut file cabinet” so we could check on callers who insisted they were receiving communist radio signals on their tooth fillings or bridges, or who had seen a Soviet submarine in Lake Washington. For the latter, which was pulled on practically every new agent in Seattle, the supervisor insisted that you interview the manager of the Ballard Locks, which connected Puget Sound to Lake Washington, to determine whether any Soviet submarines had been spotted going through the locks. When yours truly, a young and anxious to be of service new guy, approached the manager at the locks, he smiled and, before I could ask, told me he had not sent any Soviet submarines through the locks.
These days my involvement with the Bu is limited to ex-agent luncheons and reading the X-Gboys emails, many of which I’d volunteer to edit for such things as misspelling judgment (there’s only one “e”) and “insuring” that something would or wouldn’t happen (should be “ensuring,” as the Bu isn’t selling insurance).
In yesterday’s emails there were some alarming statistics having to do with the FBI tip center, wherever it is and however you reach it. Examples: 1) roughly 2,100 calls a day in 2017, 2) 150 employees, and 3) 766.888 total calls for 2017. Talk about an assault of numbers. It’s a wonder a few hundred (thousand?) calls weren’t mishandled. On my busiest day as the agent on phone duty I don’t think I received more than 10 calls, even in DC, where the ratio of crazies to sane people is fairly high.
My most exciting call was in DC of course. A fellow called to report that he had seen a message on a whiteboard in a classroom at American University; something on the order of a plan to assassinate President Nixon. I reported the call to the Secret Service and notified my supervisor.
I don’t recall all the details, but do recall that the Secret Service sent two agents out to American University to investigate. Never heard any more.
Here’s a shout-out to the retired agent whose email repeated what was on our credentials; that as agents we were charged with the duty of investigating violations of the laws of the U.S., collecting evidence in cases in which the U.S. is or may be a party of interest, or perform other duties imposed by law. He wrote that he didn’t recall a duty to chase “…kids around who had a mental disorder…..”
I confess to being an unapologetic fan of the Bu; always have been and always will be. I’m not convinced that after more than two dozen referrals of the shooter to local authorities in Florida a visit from a couple of agents would have made any difference. To me the problem is our allowing military weapons to be in the hands of anyone other than the military. Mass shootings, by far more in the U.S. than everywhere else on the planet, are not likely to be eliminated in my lifetime.
But no sane national policy allows individuals to own weapons intended for use in wars.
And no tip operation will have a perfect record in identifying persons with mental illness who intend to use military weapons at schools or anywhere else.
Raise your hand if you think concerns about climate change, formerly described as global warming, particularly climate change caused by humans, is a relatively recent concern, something scientists have only recently begun to warn us about.
Put your hands down. Studying the barren land, lower water levels, and the disappearance of brushwood causing soil to be washed away in the colonial plantations at Lake Valencia in Venezuela, Alexander von Humboldt became the earliest of scientists to mention “…harmful human-induced climate change….” The year: 1800.
There is more. “Humbolt was the first to explain the forest’s ability to enrich the atmosphere with moisture and its cooling effect, as well as its importance for water retention and protection against soil erosion. He warned that humans were meddling with the climate and that this could have an unforeseeable impact on ‘future generations.'”
The quotes are from The Invention of Nature, by Andrea Wolf, 2015, Alfred A. Knopf.
There is much more. Hats off to the author for this eye-opening biography.
The affable, easygoing Irish heritage that Helen Antoinette, my mother, nee Murphy, and known to my kids as “Grandma Honey Bun,” passed on often conflicts with my father’s reserved Swedish demeanor.
Though my parents were divorced when I was 5 and I never got to know my Swedish father Einar Axel all that well (he died in 1955), my mother routinely insisted that I shared many of his traits, most notably my penchant for keeping everything in its place.
In the Irish/Swedish conflict of personality traits, I’m certain the Irish has won more of the skirmishes, mainly due to memories of Grandma Murphy (born Grace Cecilia and called “Mom” by her grandkids) and her younger daughter, my mother Helen, and their love of jokes, stories, witty rejoinders, and laughter they greeted the ups and downs of life every day.
A few examples:
Mom Murphy, a fervent Catholic, had a best friend who was a Baptist. In one of her timeless lines, when her best friend was leaving after a cup of tea and a homemade donut, she would say as her farewell: “See you in church if they keep the windows clean.”
And Helen telling me jokes I didn’t get until I was much older.
And Grandma Murphy dropping in to the neighborhood Baptist church now and then with me in tow, explaining that “the music and singing are much better than at St. Rita’s.”
And Helen telling me: “Life is bound to break an Irishman’s heart before he’s 40,” when I was in a down mood.
And Grandma Murphy wiping the kitchen table with an ever-present dish rag she kept in the hand she wasn’t using to sip her tea. She also mopped the basement floor with the soapy water from the wash machine. Only we veterans of life, sometimes called seniors, remember the washing machines that had to be emptied by hand.
And the time I watched Helen listen to a pitch by a door-to-door salesman offering life insurance with weekly premiums (now I’m really dating myself). When he left without making a sale, she remarked: “There goes a man craftier than a landlord’s agent.”
And Grace Cecelia musing about her five children: “Wouldn’t take a million for any of them but wouldn’t give a nickel for another.”
And Helen teaching my kids to play poker for nickels and dimes when they each reached the ripe old age of six: “Remember, the money has no home.”
And Grandma Murphy exiting the movie theater and taking me by the hand and saying: “Back to reality.” Many years later I took her to see the film “A Thousand Clowns.” I wanted her to see Jason Robards answering his brother’s plea to get back to reality with the words: “Back to reality? I’ll only go as a tourist.”
And Helen singing and dancing around the kitchen at 342 W 61st Place in Chicago to the song “Singing in the Rain,” and splashing us with water each time she went by the running faucet in the kitchen sink.
With all that and more, is it any wonder I love jokes, tend to see the humor in most everything, and consider myself more Murphy than Swede?