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Protests, Polls, Presidents, and Proactive Listening

June 02, 2020

I spent a good chunk of Sunday and Monday trying to write a Bad Blog Monday about current events, namely the George Floyd tragedy and events that followed. I know your news feeds are flooded with posts, comments, opinions, and, today, a lot of black screens for #blackouttuesday. I tried to articulate my thoughts on all of this while having dinner with a friend last night, but I stumbled around because I know there’s a lot I don’t understand and a lot I don’t know. All of the hatred saddens me deeply.

 

Dozens of Secret Service officers and agents have been injured by protesters at the White House. I worked with these people. Had I moved to Washington D.C. and stayed on with the Secret Service, I would have likely been assigned a shift right alongside them. Those employees don’t have the luxury of only protecting when they feel like it or only protecting those they agree with politically. Yet they’re taking the brunt of the hateful actions of the “bad apples” and (rightful) anger of those repeatedly victimized by those who have no business wearing a uniform.

 

I pray for the safety of my former coworkers and the good cops today, and I hope you will take the time to do so also.

 

My heart is heavy. I don’t understand so much.

 

I don’t understand how Derek Chauvin could so calmly sit on George Floyd’s neck for so long despite the pleas of bystanders. Chauvin had time to change his behavior. He had minutes and minutes to change the course of that incident. He chose the wrong side of a thin blue line, and he traded the badge for an orange jumpsuit. I pray the justice system serves appropriate justice in this case.

 

I don’t understand how looting, assaulting, and vandalizing small businesses and owners help propel change within a broken system and a broken society.

 

I don’t want to be just another ignorant voice on the Internet. I truly believe words are explosively powerful, and one should be exceptionally responsible with his/her/etc. words before saying them. The loudest voices are not always the wisest, and our right to free speech (and access to the Internet) gives everyone, including the idiots, a platform to spew whatever comes to mind. Impulsive comments carry a lot of weight, especially when they come from the mouths and cell phones of celebrities or those with large-scale platforms.

 

I desperately don’t want to be impulsive or ignorant with my words.

 

The more I sit here, the more I realize that maybe I should listen. The solution to ignorance is education, getting out of my privileged bubble with an open mind and an open heart. There are people who need to be heard, and too many just want to hear the sound of their own voices.

 

Yesterday, I clicked out of my blog draft and decided to listen and learn.

 

I cannot speak to police brutality on a personal level because I’ve never been a victim of it. My voice on the topic isn’t the one that needs to be heard. I’m listening.

 

I am not a black person in America. There are plenty who have been silenced by a broken society that still has a problem with racism. They deserve to be heard. I’m listening.

 

I have never been a member of local law enforcement, but I do have experience at the federal level. I have a couple thoughts from this perspective. Mind you, I’m still listening and learning and trying not to be part of the problem, but advocate for a solution. 

 

The widely used Law Enforcement Oath of Honor states the following:

 

“On my honor, I will never
betray my badge, my integrity,
my character or the public trust.
I will always have the courage to hold myself and others accountable for our actions. I will always uphold the constitution, my community, and the agency I serve.” 

 

I’ve been to a few swearing-in events for new officers over the years. Of the ones I’ve attended, the officers were all asked, “Why did you want to become a police officer?” Without exception, they all gave the same general answer:

 

“Because I want to stop the bad guys.”

 

Is this bad? Absolutely not. Don’t we all want to see the bad guys stopped from harming others?

 

But what happens when the bad guy is one of their own?

 

Law enforcement is a tight-knit (and often dysfunctional) family. From my experiences and observations within federal law enforcement, it is too easy to sweep problems under the rug with internal reviews and oversight. Speaking out is frowned upon, and people often distance themselves from coworkers who do speak out against the agency or another coworker or supervisor. If you think I didn’t experience some distancing by writing a book about being an agent, then you’re wrong.

 

Perhaps the internal problems need better external oversight. There’s a need for change in the way the bad apples are dealt with.

 

That’s my opinion. And now, more listening.

 

Former President Obama wrote an interesting article yesterday. Click HERE to read it. In the article, he talked about how young people have a low voter turnout to local and state elections but those elected officials are often the ones appointing police chiefs and making decisions about how police misconduct is dealt with.

 

Ahem, today is an election day.

 

He wrote: 

 

“So the bottom line is this: if we want to bring about real change, then the choice isn’t between protest and politics. We have to do both. We have to mobilize to raise awareness, and we have to organize and cast our ballots to make sure that we elect candidates who will act on reform.”

 

Before I go to work today, I am choosing to research the local candidates on today’s ballot and cast my votes. Then I’m going to continue listening to and advocating for the voices that need to be heard. And, finally, when I next see a police officer doing his/her job according to the oaths they took, I’m going to express my appreciation for the tough job they do each day.

GET OUT AND VOTE!

 

Listening till next week and beyond,

 

Mel

Tags: #blackouttuesday, #blacklivesmatter, George Floyd, Secret Service, Law Enforcement, Racism
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The MySpace Series: Part One
March 15, 2021
The MySpace Series: Part One
March 15, 2021

Last week, I was searching for an email to prepare for a podcast interview. The keyword search produced a handful of emails, one of which had the subject line “myspace blog posts” and myself as the sender/recipient.

Apparently, a few years back (or eleven), I copied all of my old MySpace blogs from college into an email (probably before I deleted everything on MySpace). I don’t remember sending this email, nor do I remember writing any of the posts.

As I read through them, I realized I’ve matured a lot since then, but I also realized I might need to revisit some of the “wisdom” my young adult mind was spouting on MySpace.

I guess I’ve been blogging badly longer than I thought.

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March 15, 2021
The Way Up
March 8, 2021
The Way Up
March 8, 2021

Well, I’ve had to make some more big changes in my life. For the last month and a half, I’ve been burning the midnight oil, stuck between finishing up the old and getting started with the new. For the first time in a long time, I fell behind on the things that matter to me a lot, and it’s not like me to let that happen. The Type-A in me was (and still is) horrified.

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March 8, 2021
The Little Things
January 11, 2021
The Little Things
January 11, 2021

Last week was quite a week, wasn’t it? I found myself saying aloud, “What is happening?”

What is happening? A lot, to say the least, and enough to leave anyone in a state of sadness and despair. What a mess. An important, troubling mess that needs sorting and fixing. Anyone on all sides of the table can probably agree with that.

I’ve been thinking a lot about what’s to come, both for me and for the country. I think I, like many, secretly hoped for clarity and change as the New Year rolled around. A clear path to the future.

When I know I need to make a change, I delay the decisions and hope for a “sign” that it’s the correct one before I make it. I’m sure many can relate to that. Big decisions are scary. Change is scary. But risk is necessary sometimes. Like I’ve been saying for a long time, I can’t move forward without getting uncomfortable.

But a sign would be nice, sometimes.

I suppose clarity and answers are often present if we stop and listen long enough to see them. There’s something to be learned everywhere, even if it’s in the little things.

That’s what I want to share today… a few little things.

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January 11, 2021
Notes to Self
December 28, 2020
Notes to Self
December 28, 2020

Last week I went through my Book Box, a big decorative box I used to store book drafts and ideas when I was writing Agent Innocent. Talk about a trip down memory lane. Wow. Those early book drafts were rough, not to mention very angry and depressing.

I was happy to send most of the contents of the box to the shredder.

I had forgotten, however, about some of the random contents I’d tucked away in there.

Sprinkled throughout the Book Box were post-it notes with quotes in my loopy cursive, torn pieces of paper with scribbled quotes from movies or television shows, and torn pages from magazines with quotes on them.

As I read these, I smiled, picturing myself in my little one-bedroom West LA apartment scribbling quotes and notes in the wee hours of the morning. The night owl in me was alive and well those days.

In my final Bad Blog of 2020, I’m going to go back to those late-night notes and share a few of them here. I remember the circumstances and reasons for some of them. Others I don’t. Either way, it was good for me to revisit them, and I hope some of them are encouraging to you as well.

Here they are!

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December 28, 2020
12,000 Steps
December 14, 2020
12,000 Steps
December 14, 2020

“Why are we like this?” Ah, we’ve asked this question many times.

I thought about the days of old, the ones before Apple Watches and activity trackers came into my life. I thought of the college days when my pink flip phone took crappy pictures and I had to hit the 7 button four times to type an S when sending a text. I trained for half and full marathons like this and had no idea what my pace was during these long runs. I just made a route ahead of time so I knew I’d gone the distance and didn’t worry so much about pace. It was about the experience, not the inner competition with a watch.

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December 14, 2020
Bad Day
December 8, 2020
Bad Day
December 8, 2020

When I have a bad or cranky day, I usually tell myself to “try again tomorrow” because a bad day does not have to be a bad week or a bad life. A phrase from Anne of Green Gables comes to mind. “Tomorrow is always fresh with no mistakes in it (yet).”

My family has a rule. If we are cranky, we need to “announce” it. It’s as simple as saying, “I’m cranky today, FYI.” If you act like an idiot to family, then someone is probably going to ask, “What’s your problem? Did you forget to announce today?”

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December 8, 2020
Winning
November 30, 2020
Winning
November 30, 2020

I want those people to know I’m not a joke, that I’ve won. God, I feel that.

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November 30, 2020
Throwing Stones
November 23, 2020
Throwing Stones
November 23, 2020

As a kid, I liked to collect pretty rocks. The shinier the better. The more misshapen the better. Sometimes I’d even find a dull looking rock and crack it in half with a hammer to see if the inside was shiny. I’d be delighted if the insides sparkled.

Today I still have pretty rocks, and, to some, random rocks around my house might look a little peculiar. But, then again, I’ve never claimed to be “normal” so perhaps visitors chalk it up to my eclectic taste in décor.

I came by some of these stones while living in West Los Angeles. Others were picked up after I moved to the Midwest.

The new rocks are healing stones.

(Now relax, family and friends. I have not taken to worshipping inanimate objects and I’m not delving into devil worship.)

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November 23, 2020
Character and Characters
November 16, 2020
Character and Characters
November 16, 2020

I’ve decided to write a novel. Well, perhaps I should rephrase. I’ve had a trilogy “planned” for about three years now. I just haven’t done anything about it. I recently figured out why that might be the case.

I’ve had this grand plan to write an exciting story with the “usual” Secret Service assassination (or assassination attempt), complete with a complex execution plan and a hyper-observant batch of agents saving the day at the very last millisecond. Also, it wouldn’t be complete if the first book didn’t end on an extreme cliffhanger where someone has died and we won’t know who until the second book.

I had a general outline of the story for each book. I just needed to write it.

But I didn’t write it.

Every time I sat down to write the story, I failed.

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November 16, 2020
September 12, 2001
November 9, 2020
September 12, 2001
November 9, 2020

This election was the first time I voted at an actual polling location. Since election days were usually travel days for me in the Secret Service, I was always an absentee voter. This time, I participated in early voting at a local shopping mall. I was excited as I stood in line. It felt like my first time voting. I sat in the little booth smiling like a little kid as I filled in my bubbles, smirking at the fact that Kanye West was actually an option on the ballot. I thought it was joke when others mentioned it. Guess not. I grinned from ear to ear as the lady stamped my ballot and handed me the “I Voted” sticker. #American

“I don’t want to talk about the election. I stay away from political topics.”

This is usually my answer when people ask me about politics, and, specifically, this election. I think this country has morphed into a place where those conversations are unlikely to remain civil, especially if they occur on the Internet where anyone and everyone behind a keyboard can become a rude, sniveling pile of hate to one another.

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November 9, 2020