My heart skipped a beat yesterday as I heard the news that yet another American police officer had been shot in the Line of Duty. This time our thin blue line turning red was local. He was one of our off-duty undercover Jacksonville Sheriff’s Officers who had his son in the car with him doing a normal routine in America: a parent on the way to dropping off his son at school before going to work. But today he saw something on the road that caused him to make a traffic stop. Call it his gut or just good police training and instinct. According to JSO he went into action and first grabbed his tactical vest and put it on. The five shots that sprayed his windshield hitting him and barely missing his son in the passenger seat were real. Real bullets in broad daylight on a normal local American street. The officer shot nine shots back apparently missing the suspect who fled the scene and was apprehended a short time later.
The stop was near a train track and apparently some of the altercation took place on that active railroad track. So when the officer was shot and called for help local residents did just that. With a train coming in the distance they helped move the officer and his car out of the way and provided first aid while waiting for our fire department and a medical helicopter to arrive to transport him. As they should.
He is in critical but stable condition but will have a long way to go back to normal.
And so do we. You see it has become open season on cops lately with our current president’s apathy toward law enforcement. And that to me is personal. Throughout the last 20 + years here in Jacksonville I have had numerous ride alongs with many JSO officers. I have also gotten to know many of them through political campaigns and day to day life events. Many I am proud to call my friends. They are good people trying to make a difference through their life choices every day in Jacksonville. They have earned my trust. Together with our local military they are part of our first line of defense team that do their best to keep us safe. A difficult task this day in this week just after wrapping up the second workplace shooting incident.
Shootings that drive home to me in this season of presidential campaigning and terrorist attacks that the only one who has spoken in support of keeping us and those I most care about safe has been Donald Trump.
I watched the Grammy’s last night. Two moments stood out to me. The first one was the moving tribute to recently deceased Glen Fry by his Eagles surviving band members. We know their names and all their iconically beautiful music as well as Don Henley’s history of fighting for his musical rights and copyrights legacy. But what I especially noticed last night is nowhere was there a name of the photographer underneath the beautiful photograph of him encompassing the stage at the end of the performance. Why? Because the majority of photographers do not own the rights to keep their name on their photographs or the royalties made of from them. Even today if you want to sell your items on an app called OfferUp they have a clause that reads: ” …with the OfferUp Service. By submitting or posting User Content (their insulting name for photographer’s intellectual property), you hereby grant to OfferUp a non-exclusive, transferable, royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable, sublicensable right to use, reproduce, modify, adapt, publish, translate, sell, create derivative works from, distribute, perform, and display the User Content, and your name, company name, location and any other information you submit with the User Content, in connection with the OfferUp Service. (the right to sell your own stuff on their internet line). The use of your name or any other User’s name, likeness, or identity in connection with the OfferUp Service does not imply any endorsement thereof unless explicitly stated otherwise. We also have the right to disclose your identity to any third party who is claiming that any content posted by you constitutes a violation of their intellectual property rights, or of their right to privacy.”
Their predatory Terms and Conditions go on and on and I’m sure most “users” (We the People) have never really read or understood what we are signing over to them or even cared. I chose to begrudgingly continue to sell my tables, chairs and other unneeded belongings that clutter up my life on their website but I will still protect the many documentary photos I took of real people acting out their lives within the view of my camera lens.
When I protested to the company their response was that they would show me how to delete my account if I don’t like it. A sure sign that we as Professional Photographers (one of the few creative arts national awards that have no television audience) have lost the war. The online sites have now become the new slave owners of tomorrow replacing the many newspapers of today.
Which brings me to the second moment that stood out to me. A pie chart photo-graph of a penny with the tiny portion cut out representing the miniscual amount of royalties collected by songwriters and performers for their craft when streaming online. I heard the artists pleading for their musical art to remain a viable professional career for the next generation. NO ONE is listening. Even though the U.S. Copyright Office still seems to be the tiniest and busiest office in our nations’ Library of Congress, the Silicone Valley Bill Gates and Mark Zuckerburg descendents still bathe in the unholy ill-gotten gains from royalties they have siphoned off the backs of the free world billions of creative artists intellectual property around the world. They are sooo rich that they give away all “their” money that they have collectively created all creative “Users” out of. No wonder Kanye West wants a loan from Mark Zuckerburg. Royalties are for everyone who creates content even those billions of housewives who are just posting a nice picture of a table in the their home they want to sell. And the billionaires should stop stealing them.
Maybe Donald Trump can address this disparity in trade too.
The below is an open letter sent to the Cultural Council of Jacksonville regarding Art in public places with reference to the new Duval County Courthouse Art planning:
I wasn’t able to figure out the #thing so I am sending this through email. First of all I would like to applaud all those stepping up to help with this awesome project. I attended a meeting yesterday on this and found it very informative.
However, not only as a local artist interested in submitting work but also as a not very connected community member, I was surprised and a little discouraged to see the trend leaning toward one sculpture type exterior design. With absolutely little to no local artwork on the inside of the building.
E Pluribus Unum From Many One
I think that the Courthouse artwork should be a unique body of work by many local artists reflecting the diversity of culture and talent living here in Jacksonville. I think we should keep it local. I also feel that our courthouse is a beacon of hope for all those victimized in society. A hope that they may find justice out of their tragedies. After all a large number of visitors to the courthouse are family and friends of murder victims and other victims of crime. Whatever artwork is chosen should be both inside and outside. It is after all about the People. The Community. Of the People By the People For the People.
Any art selected should be there not solely to attract people to come see it but to have them leave moved and inspired by what they will feel when they view it. It needs to hold the hearts and souls of this community and the tragedies endured here in a visionary way with respect for all.
I think a creative team should be put together by the committee to help any artists no matter what level of experience they have in a project like this so that all will be equally enabled to submit their work on a level playing field. it shouldn’t feel like going up against Northrupp Grumman for a government defense contract.
So as all go forward with the hard work ahead let’s not forget that all of the community spirit needs to be reflected in the final results and many diverse artists of Jacksonville should be given opportunity here. I look forward to the progression of this project.
It’s Happening. Small pockets of native and imported (possibly indoctrinated) killers creating random pockets of violence and death in cities in America. You don’t need to be a rocket scientist to figure it all out. Right now the names of the people usually do it for us. I’m not even going to mention them. We just know. When you look at their names no one has to Scrabble it out for us. We are under attack. Time for the Triple A: Be Alert, Be Armed and Be American. We will fight for our country from all those Foreign and Domestic Terrorists who wish to harm us and the fabric of America. We the People. For the People. By the People.
Anytime, Anywhere, and with any weapon available. We’re not racist. we’re not Islamophobic. We are America Strong. and We Will Do Whatever is Necessary To Protect America from All Would Be Civilian and Suicide Assassins.
Gun Control? Pahleez! How about legal gun usage from the Good Guys on the Bad Guys (or Girls). Bang. Bang. Maybe next time you’re dead before you can kill us.
While the world powers gather in Paris to discuss solutions to Global Warming we can do our part to save our planet one decision at a time. Choose to re-use, recycle and re-think how you buy new purchases. We rush out to buy new items with all the waste of packaging when our country is choking in items that we already made, purchased and discarded. So much so that the clothing that does not sell at thrift stores is routinely bundled and pushed on other countries sometimes creating a negative cost to their own locally produced clothing industries. Not only is this not good for those countries or the planet but it is not good for our pocketbooks. Often it is a complete waste of money and resources. Next time you consider a new purchase online or in a brick and mortar think first: Is there some way I can get this item from someone else who already purchased it and doesn’t need it anymore or can I go to one of the hundreds of thousands of thrift and consignment stores and buy it?
Outside of plastic bags and diapers and water bottles (which some people are already coming up with creative solutions for) we don’t always think about our role in recycling. When we put items in the trash like furniture or toys that could be donated or sold we are wasting our resources. When we snub our noses at thrift store clothing or toys we are wasting our resources and contributing to part of the problem. Why buy something new when almost everything you are looking to buy new someone else has already thrown in the garbage or donated? Toys get dumped off and devalued by donation centers that are swamped with them. I have personally seen items get donated only to have those same people then buy the exact same items to replace them when they could have just worn the sweater longer or cleaned up Barbie for another year of use. Just because its Christmas doesn’t mean everything should have to come in a new package.
Vintage toys are making a comeback and sometimes are worth more than the new versions of the same item. Clothing that someone else had first can sometimes bring new life to your collection. Sometimes people dump brand new items in brand new packaging that they just don’t like anymore. I can tell you that people are buying these new items and letting you re-buy them on Ebay, Amazon and other sites. You may think they’re new from the store but they may have come by way of a thrift store after someone else got rid of it. So do your own research, think before you discard and make your little decisions be a positive part of a global reawakening to the many resources we are so fortunate to have an abundance of.
When flight attendants are going through the safety instructions every time you fly on an airplane, they always say put your oxygen mask on first before you help children or other passengers. Your safety first. Why? Because if you aren’t safe how can you help others be safe? This is the same principle facing our country in regard to Syrian refugees. We see Paris. We see Switzerland. We see what is happening in Turkey, Indonesia and all over Europe as those countries who tried to help refugees are now being victimized by some of those very people. Not all those helped are grateful. Some want to kill us.
We need to keep all American families (including those peaceful and legally immigrated Muslim Americans) safe. We need to protect our way of life too. We fought for women’s rights. We fought for gay rights. Workplace rights. Human rights. We are a country of people who want a certain standard QUALITY OF LIFE and we have fought battles around the world to maintain that. It is called Freedom. And it is unique in the world. And every day it is in jeopardy if we don’t continue to fight for it and protect it. Although we want to be a compassionate country-give me your tired, your poor….- we also realize that it takes a strong military and law enforcement circle perimeter around us to keep it that way. And good decisions by our elected leaders to protect our freedom through abiding by our constitution.
We are in a unique time where many are in conflict of what is the right thing to do about the Syrian refugees. Many looking to enter who appear to be disproportionately adult males may not have our best intentions at heart. Solutions are needed for the suffering. And much thought should be put into finding the right ones. However, before we open the door and welcome people to share our great resources, lets make sure they are not the wolf in disguise coming to kill us or impose sharia law on us.
In the Summer of 1997 I spent a month traveling in several countries in Europe. Paris was my favorite city. The beauty of it’s iconic landscape paled only in comparison to the warmth I found in it’s people. English was the primary language of many I spoke to as I walked along stopping at every place I wanted to see. I spent hours chatting with the artists who drew caricatures of tourists near Notre Dame Cathedral. I rolled my eyes at the public toilets where you had to put a quarter in the slot to use them and if time ran out well you sat in there in the dark. The artists taught me a game they played to pass the time and also showed me where the locals eat. The game was guess the country where the people walking by were from. At first I thought it would be difficult but the clothing, mannerisms and hairstyles I observed soon helped me become quite good at this game. An American couple were startled when I asked them in English which state they lived in.
But the things I noticed the most were the armed men with large weapons in various areas patrolling the streets and the lack of trash cans anywhere in the city. I had to police my own trash squirreled away in my backpack and wait til I stopped inside a restaurant to throw it away. I knew why then and I see why today on the national news. There are people out there who want to place bombs and blow people up and they find trash cans useful because any backpacks left on the sidewalk anywhere alone were seen as a threat that caused an immediate reaction by these French armed street security to suspect a bomb. But today we are in a new kind of war. One where any sociopathic Islamic radical idealist stays with the backpack and blows themselves up with it. Along with hundreds of other people. And risk factors among those pouring through our US borders illegally have drastically multiplied.
Initially I was skeptical of the crass and outspoken and not very PC presidential candidate Donald Trump. But his words are ringing true. And he is the only one with the guts to speak them. And its flipping out the real powers who actually run our country behind the scenes. The ones who like to control Washington and the president. The ones who we never elect but always win. The ones who hold the purse strings of We the People, By the People, For the People. And they know if Donald Trump wins they may well lose for the first time in history. And that has gotten them more scared than any radical Islamistic terrorist willing to blow us up and takeover our country. From the inside out.
By the way while I was in Paris I developed a terrible upper respiratory infection which left me with no voice trying to get across the country and get back to America. The kind people of France protected me with civilian escorts who passed me along to another protector and helped me get medicine too and on the right trains back to the airport so I could leave the country safely. You never realize how vulnerable you are until you are deathly sick in a foreign country where you don’t speak the language. We owe it those good people of France to again stand with them a United Thin Blue Line of Law Enforcement. Vive La France. And God Bless America. If we don’t fight now for our country through our vote we just may not have a country or a way of life left to fight for.
Every day in America one police officer dies in the line of duty or to suicide according to numerical statistics. One member of a thin blue line lost that seems initially like all the rest. it’s easy to dismiss as ordinary because it happens every day. The news media is used to telling the story. To them it seems like a rerun. But upon looking deeper some of the media find that unique story of one that day. Others look for the easy way out. Get your ratings by news of the weird.
So many heroes are dying daily in America. Military soldiers come back from war and commit suicide. Teachers get arrested for something juicy. The media gets bored with the ordinary stories. After all deaths of heroes is not an unusual item any more. No it is much more glamorous to cover the one incident out of a million decisions made daily by our protectors that may appear to show them in a wrongdoing. It’s exciting to them. So instead of honoring our real heroes they spend most of their air time traipsing around like idiots chasing down the boy who brought a bomb-like device to school or the girl who disrupted the entire class so badly that a police officer had to respond. (Perhaps if the entire class had just left the room and the disobedient child had been left behind alone with a moderator that story might have ended differently).
But here is my point. Whether it is the illegal immigrants or the legal children growing up with no respect or appreciation for anyone the entitlement generation and criminals seem to be taking over. So in the long run who will end up paying for everything when there is no one left who wants to be the contributor to a prosperous society?
The other day I was asked by a teacher friend of mine to volunteer for Challenge Day at a local middle school. Since I had taught for almost six years in the preschool and VPK level and have had very diverse life experiences she thought I would relate well to the kids. It turned out that we all connected and the event was very special to me. However, in a largely black inner city school type setting, with a program run by African Americans, I noticed one very important element was left out of the program. No one mentioned acknowledgement and respect for those who are in any way involved or affected by people within the area of national security, military, firefighting and/or our law enforcement. This really bothers me since comments were made there that were negative about law enforcement and I didn’t really have the opportunity to defend my family.
Throughout my life the people who keep us all safe have been personal to me. They are among my closest lifelong friends. I see the toll on their families because they are a structural part of mine. Not only in the ones I include in my family but also in my lifelong extended family. A large family which now includes a continuously growing number of the surviving families and friends of law enforcement tragedies. These are my people and when you attack one by saying you hate the police or any of the many negative things I hear on a daily basis it is personal. You are attacking my family and I will defend them. As they die daily defending us.
A few days ago another one of my heroes died here in Florida. I didn’t know him but he was family. His name was Okaloosa County Deputy Sheriff Bill Myers. He had recently retired only to return to working part-time in part I was told to earn extra money to take his granddaughter to Disney World. He was shot after serving civil papers to a man who had stated he wanted to kill a police officer.
Another senseless tragedy spurred on by our United States President openly stabbing in the back and insulting our country’s law enforcement officers. Mr. President your behavior is unacceptable. We will no longer tolerate or excuse your childish and petty behavior which would be unacceptable in kindergarten. You need to be slapped with a lawsuit for instigating violence toward all law enforcement officers. Mr. President how dare you insult and disrespect my family! Who do you think u are? Innocent people are dying all around you as you misstep your incompetentcy all over the White House. Perhaps Donald Trump can sanitize the walls of our home that you are desecrating once you leave office.
But until then I will pray to my Christian God that you will not succeed in undermining my country, The United States of America. I will also pray every day for each and every one of my police and national security family to make it home safely. I thank them for the courage that they show every day of their lives when they put on that heavy burden of defending our freedom. And I will also pray for you. Family Matters. Work for Peace with Respect. United in Blue We Stand.
I created this song to try to help feel the reality of the tragedy from a different perspective. I’m sorry it’s not from a professional recording studio but it’s from the heart.
If you liked it, I ask that you mail me $1.00 to the address on this website. This will go towards my production expenses and a part of profits will be donated locally to help law enforcement families of those who paid the ultimate sacrifice. Thank you for listening and I hope you stay safe today and every day.
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