“It may…be judged indecent in me to come forward on this occasion; but when I see a fellow-creature about to perish through the cowardice of her pretended friends, I wish to be allowed to speak, that I may say what I know of her character.”
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
A few weeks back I read a dialogue between a BLM activist and a Thin
Blue Line supporter. Note how I use the words activist and supporter.
Activist: a person who campaigns to bring about political or social change.
Supporter: a person who approves of and encourages someone or something
(typically a public figure, a movement or party, or a policy).
The BLM activist had gotten into a tit for tat with the Thin Blue Line Supporter
(in case you didn’t know…BLM–Black Lives Matter
Thin Blue Line—supporters of our law enforcement)
The BLM activist was vehemently going on about how black lives mattered,
while the Thin Blue ling supporter shot back that blue lives mattered too.
Well the BLM activist quipped that there are no such things as blue people.
But here’s the thing—we know the metaphors but oddly the metaphors are
only allotted to one side.
In the immortal words of our biology wiz and friend IB, ai yi yi….
Po-tah-toe vs Po-ta-to
And thus this conversation came flooding forward after I read Stephanie’s
latest Caringbridge journal entry regarding her husband Rob—the policeman shot
in the line of action earlier this week and who remains in Atlanta’s Grady Hospital’s
Our school (the school I taught at for 31 years) has an
academic awards ceremony each spring.
The evening highlights the various academic and scholarly accomplishments
of our students..and yes, even our scholarly athletes.
Each year those students who have maintained a certain high GPA,
are earmarked as an honor graduate—
honor graduates are in turn encouraged to look back over their school years
in order to pick one of their teachers from their entire
schooling who they believe made the biggest impact on their educational growth.
These teachers, be they elementary, middle school or high school
are then awarded an “apple” plaque that is engraved with the name of the honoring
student during the academic honors program.
I was blessed over my many years to receive a lovely orchard of apples.
It was / is a tangible reminder of why we teachers do what we do.
So reading Stephanie’s latest entry regarding her and Rob’s son
Grady’s honor night this past week was more than touching.
The fact that our principal, superintendent and admin staff went that
extra mile to live-stream the event to Rob’s hospital room,
just so he could experience this special night with his son, as well as wife,
is, well…what CHS does best.
On top of that, knowing that Carrollton and Carroll County’s local
law enforcement personnel gathered together to participate en masse
to help Grady celebrate this important night all the while he is
fully aware that his dad is in a bit of dire straights was and
Yes…blue lives do exist…they go the extra mile for all of us mere mortals
I left the hospital before visiting hours concluded today to attend
Honors Night with Grady and watch him receive awards for being
a projected honor graduate and a beautiful plaque for earning
his fourth-year academic letter.
So many members of our law enforcement family joined us for this celebration.
We are so grateful for the sacrifices they make every day,
but tonight was super special to have them surrounding us to support Grady.
The school was able to stream the ceremony live for Robbie to be able
to watch it from the hospital,
and they scheduled Grady to receive his awards at the beginning
of the ceremony so that Robbie would not tire while viewing the video.
Our school system’s superintendent, Grady’s High School Principal,
and the High School Administrative Team did a beautiful
job organizing the ceremony.
They recognized our law enforcement family and made a beautiful tribute to Rob.
They asked us to join them on stage for Grady to present his Honor Teacher award,
and he gave it to me.
I was so surprised and shocked.
Receiving an “apple” from a student is the most humbling and
rewarding experience for an educator.
To receive one from my own son truly was the most
fulfilling moment of my entire career.
So all metaphors aside—all lives matter—and that’s not racist…
that’s simply biblical…
Even so the body is not made up of one part but of many.
1 Corinthians 12:14
I was a soldier for 20 years, and I can tell you from combat experience, not all lives matter. Sorry to disagree with your paradigm on this one cookie, but some people are just better off dead. I am proud to have sent some of them to that destination.
I get it— and I can easily feel that way— but God continually reminds me that He’s in charge — I believe a lot of it comes down to choice— and our choices and actions have repercussions— and those repercussions have lasting and even deadly consequences—
It is in part how Dietrich Bonhoeffer, a minister and pacifist, could justify spiritually his taking an active role in the plot to kill Hitler— the taking of the evil, in the long run, would be better for the whole— so, yes, I get it—
It was God that put me in a position to remove evil, I just complied.
A faithful servant given an often difficult task— and we are the better for your service!
I’m sure it is difficult to choose between lives, as a soldier must do. Likely the best choice is the end the life of the one who would cause most harm, or has caused the most harm. In his case, Hitler’s. However, all lives do matter. Even Hitler’s. Very sad that Hitler, and many little hitlers, did/do not honor that! Believing that, I still support the death penalty. — Love the post, Julie. I’m thankful you have guided us through the path of this honorable blue man.
Wow! Great testimony! Thanks for sharing this.
Thank you Mel!
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Amen SC 🙂 Hugs from GW
Thin Blue Line Strong
On Saturday, April 17, 2021, cookiecrumbstoliveby wrote:
> Julie (aka Cookie) posted: ““It may…be judged indecent in me to come > forward on this occasion; but when I see a fellow-creature about to perish > through the cowardice of her pretended friends, I wish to be allowed to > speak, that I may say what I know of her character.” Mary Shelley” >
I can imagine the apples you received. So well-deserved. And what a precious story of honor, survival, and accomplishments. What a proud Momma. ❤️
Very moving; praying for the officer