Power To The People — RIGHT!
The following Editorial, however well intentioned, is really an condemnatory indictment of the Eureka Police Department. The fact that the EPD had to institute the Problem Oriented Policing program speaks for itself. It’s purpose, apparently defined below, was to get the people calling on the police to respond. Apparently the general public “did NOT have a sense of buy-in.” They’d call in and get the run-around. My personal experience was, not only did I get the run-around, their failure to do their job made the matter worse. That would make me a prime candidate for some new empowering police program, right?
”This is effective policing”? If we didn’t have “effective policing” BEFORE, why do we need a new “empowering program” now when all the police need to do is the job they are paid to do?
So, what’s the real message this program is sending? Unless the police get the powers they want, we the people, the one’s that they are here to supposedly protect and serve, divest us of everything, including our tax dollars, until they get their way. You can read how this all works here.
While the POP program in and of itself may be a useful tool and even an asset to the community, it’s very existance, as justified in the following Editorial, definitely “sends” the wrong message.
This is the Sunday, January 17, 2010 Times-Standard Editorial copied here verbatim:
Empowering the people
The Times-Standard
Posted: 01/17/2010 01:30:15 AM PSTLaw enforcement in this and any community works best when residents have a sense of buy-in. If Eurekans feel like their concerns and observations are noted by police, and that action is taken when crimes are committed and reported, then they are much more likely to take umbrage at crimes committed on their doorstep, and report them.
In two recent cases at least, the Eureka Police Department’s Problem Oriented Policing program has yielded investigations and arrests. These were allegedly problem properties that had attracted the attention of neighbors, and their efforts to see these problems addressed led to concrete action on the part of law enforcement officials.
This success only serves to reinforce the program — as more and more residents realize that their calls actually result in action and enforcement, you can bet more and more calls will be made. This is effective policing. [Emphasis mine.]
Neither of the two recent busts led to major arrests. But that is not the point. The program is working quickly to give Eureka residents confidence that its police department is working to address the problems that affect their lives.
At the same time, it’s sending signals to criminals within city limits that their actions will have consequences. Their activity will not be tolerated, and their neighbors, for so long simply passive witnesses to crime that went on all around them, are suddenly empowered. When people are invested, and feel like they can make a difference by policing their own communities, that’s when positive change can really occur.
A good explanation of Problem Oriented Policing — POP — is here.
–Joe
Tell Me Words Don’t Matter!
A longstanding argument of this Report is that “words are important,” that ”words mean what they say.” That is how the intentions of the speaker or writer are communicated or expressed. Today we hear that it is unacceptable to use the word “negro” in normal day-to-day language. Use the evil “N” word and you commit suicide. Reason? It offends some “…” people. Well, the use of the term “African-American” offended me! That term means “African” first, “American” second. As an American “white,” with roots that go back to the beginning of this country, I find such usage and it’s overt acceptance is a direct implication of my second-class status.
Keeping and protecting their African heritage at the cost of their American reality has dominated their movement toward individuality and their maturity as a race within the American context is self-evident. Simple-minded, knee jerk reactions, however well intended, because someone’s sensitivities are tweaked, can lead to some rather undesirable and unintended consequences. But then, that’s usually the undisclosed plan, especially one with an ulterior motive, isn’t it?
Today we see an effort to actually recognize the value and meaning of words expressed in law. In the state of Washington –
Decades ago, poor children became known as “disadvantaged” to soften the stigma of poverty. Then they were “at-risk.” Now, a Washington lawmaker wants to replace those euphemisms with a new one, “at hope.”
Lovely word “euphemisms.” It means: “the substitution of a mild, indirect, or vague expression for one thought to be offensive, harsh, or blunt.”
Democratic State Sen. Rosa Franklin says negative labels are hurting kids’ chances for success and she’s not a bit concerned that people will be confused by her proposed rewrite of the 54 places in state law where words like “at risk” and “disadvantaged” are used.
You can read the rest of the story here:
Wash. lawmaker wants to banish negative language
Of course there’s the expected standard simple-minded Republican response:
“It’s not the label, it’s the people who show up to help (children) that make the difference,” he says. “What helps is a smart, well structured program, that has funding and credibility.”
You can read Robert Preidt report on HealthDay News published at MedicineNet.com, “Negative Words Register Faster” and see why I say “simple-minded.” Class stigmatisms are subliminally contained in the attitude expressed by the words used to tag, classify and identify people. It is a “truth” nearly impossible to overcome.
This is nowhere expressed more succinctly than in this statement by a Federal Judge at the Sentencing Hearing of Richard Reid: “And we do not negotiate with terrorists. We do not treat with terrorists. We do not sign documents with terrorists. We hunt them down one by one and bring them to justice.“
Yes, words matter. Words of truth do not make anyone a bigot, a racist, or a monster. But then, Jesus Christ spoke words of truth defending and empowering the “disadvantaged” and “at risk” and look what happened to him!
–Joe
Dave Silverbrand
Who can not like Dave Silverbrand?
He’s personable, witty and down to earth. Compare him with others the Times Standard publishes and he’s head and shoulders obove them all. Ever wonder I why? I did. – Do.
For one thing, he’s not always overtly trying to tell everyone how to think or what to believe in. Life is an experience and Dave Silverbrand is an “experience.” He talkes about things we all think about, even if we don’t want to and he seems to make it all right.
Personally, I am an old logger. I never left my driveway without one last kiss and as I went down the street before going out of sight giving one last wave good-bye. My job was dangerous and I never knew from one day to the next that I might not drive back down the street to my home and those that meant more to me than life. While we never talked about it, we all knew it was a sacrifice “I” believed necessary. I loved what I did and made good money. On retrospect, as I look back on these few times I barely survived and grant God’s protection — for I must have been crazy to put myself in that position. That is why I spend every day trying to make it up — make my time as valuable as life itself to the one’s I love.
When I read Dave’s “Home for the holidays” in the Thursday, December 24, 2009, Times-Standard I was reminded how timely he is in what he says about something so irrelevant and obscure as how people live in a barrio in the Dominican Republic. Timely? Yes, just take a good look at what’s happened in America since Barack Obama became President. The looting of American and the working class in unprecidented in all times. Our futer is the reality of the Gomez family — make no mistake.
Until you’ve walked the length of a favela or it’s equivelant as Dave did, you have no idea what the so-called religious, culteral and “red-neck” ELITE will do to their fellow man. Absolutely nothing is sacred to them. They’ll shoot you dead in front of your family, rape your wife and daughters and cut all your children’s throats in a heart beat all, in the name of “freedom.”
I remembered the first time I came home for the holidays after years of being away — living in the same conditions Dave wrote about. A lifetime ago I had traveled to a South American country to live and to teach. The first thing my contemporaries did was introduce me to the “real” people. I spent a week living with a family in their favela home. One of those nights there was a rains storm and I remember waking up to the rain pouring down on me right through the tile roof. No one got any sleep that night. That was the beginning of my respect for those people – the mulatto. That was the begininning of a people that took me in and accepted me as their equal.
I didn’t appreciate that gift until much later. I was reminded of my efforts to secure a permanent visa. From where I lived to the government offices required an hours bus ride. We’re not talking about a bus where everyone sat and enjoyed the ride. We’re talking about a bus that was a sardine can, so cramned full of people there was no room to actually breath in tropical temperatures. I did everything I was legally supposed to do until I reached the desk of the one administrator that was to sign and issue me my permanent visa. I was only in country a month or so and spoke nothing of the native language and this government official spoke absolutely no english. He would write down what he wanted me to do and promptly dismiss me. When I got his instructions translated I was directed to do something extreme, but for very little value. It took me nearly six months to complete everything he wanted, but to no avail. I could not get his signature.
Finally, in desparation I went to a man I knew that was an attorney. Only I didn’t know he was an attorney. By this time I was beginning to speak the native language. He looked at what I showed him and laughed. He then asked me if I had a certain monetary note, the equivilent of about $20.00. He then told me to include that note in the paperwork and submit it to the officer on my next appointment. To my amazement, the government official in perfect English said: “Welcome to “***” Mr. “***.” You will do well here.” He then handed me my signed and stamped Permanent Visa. Inside that Permanent Visa, I found later, was the monetary note I had given him.
He could have given me my Permanent Visa at any time. Instead he first wanted to see if I would learn and appreciate his customs and try to fit in. He wanted to see if giving me the right to live permanently in his country was justified. In due course I left that country and found a mate in my country that justified my existence. I thought to return many times, but could never deny my own heritage.
For that gift, I thank those at the Times-Standard for offering “Dave’s People.” In that, I thank Dave for helping me remember the gift given me a lifetime ago.
–Joe
Leash Law! –Huh?
What good are leash laws when they’re not enforced. What’s that dog doing running loose in the public park anyway?
“He’s a regular there,” Graunitz said . . .
If Jason Graunitz, an employee with the city Parks and Recreation Department, was doing his job the first thing he’d do is call the police to get the dog under control. This is why the leash law isn’t worth it’s weight in dog crap.
Graunitz says, ”It’s just a matter of time before it happens to a kid on the playground.” “All I could think of was my kid getting attacked by that dog.” This is just MORE dog crap!
Just listen to this guy, “Absent finding the animal, Graunitz said, he’ll have to undergo a rabies vaccination, which would be uncomfortable and paid for by the taxpayers.” I hear the shots are more than just “uncomfortable.” Maybe he’ll do more than try to justify letting a “fully grown pit bull” run loose in a public park.
Besides, what’s the difference between that teenager letting his dog bite someone (he established “eye contact”) or that teenager walking up behind Graunitz and whacking him with a stick with nails in it? You think this guy learned anything about dogs and kids?
Here’s the newspaper account:
City employee attacked by pit bull
The Times-Standard
Posted: 11/18/2009 01:15:16 AM PST
–Joe
Don’t Rake Those Leaves
Improve your soil by raking less
by Terry Ettinger
If you dread the annual fall leaf-raking marathon, we have good news for you: Raking and collecting leaves every autumn is a tradition without scientific basis. Read More…
This article came along just at the right time. I was planning on using the grass-catcher to pick up all those leave the neighbor’s tree deposits all over my lawn the next time I mowed, but now I’m just going to mulch. GREAT!
Might as well put a plug in for the Fine Gardening website. It’s been a great source of “how to” information for me.
How to Reduce Maintenance
Some time-saving tactics can make your garden easier to care for
by Sydney Eddison
This is a great article for older gardeners — lots of help and great ideas here.
–Joe
Why the Joe Blow Report — REALLY.
Everything Is About Something Different
“This report is about fair and honest observations and not about opinions
When you read this blog Report Number 2 and our flagship Joe Blow Report, is that what you really come away with? That we are dedicated to stimulating thought over belief? Joe recently said the following:
“In that regard, the Joe Blow Report, aside from the stated reasons (above), and we’re sure to those that read his observations here and elsewhere realize that the Report is dedicated to the “intelligent,” the “thinking” and the “reasoning” reasonable person.”
“That is why the moronic, stupid, imbecilic assaults and attacks against the object are dealt with and defined for what they are.”
On this Blog (upper right-hand corner) Joe says,
“Joe Blow’s self-evident observations on Truth, God’s gift of Equality, unalienable Rights and Justice before Peace.”
The Joe Blow Report is about stimulating those “little grey cells.” The “Third Option.”
So, when I read this by the Reverand Jeri Gray-Reneberg,
“Let’s continue to effect the changes we are committed to, but never forget that our own thinking and feelings are not the final authority and represent only one version of truth. They are far too easily influenced by pride, fear, hate and isolation. Why don’t we interact today with one person who has a different viewpoint, a different type of life? It might help to keep us humble.”
we just had to reprint her article here.
Here is her, “NORTH COAST PATHWAYS: How can we remain humble? The Rev. Jeri Gray-Reneberg/For the Times-Standard Posted: 10/17/2009“:
There are about 6.8 billion people living in the world today, yet many of us have an unprecedented ability to avoid interacting with people who disagree with us.
I can date my acquaintance with the Internet from about 1999, when we were living in a small town in southeast Nebraska. It has since changed my life absolutely. It is a very rare day when I am not on the Internet for some reason — to check e-mail, check the weather, read news headlines or to chat with my daughter who attends school over 700 miles away. Since my daughters cajoled me into using Facebook about two years ago, I have become reacquainted with friends I haven’t seen, or talked to, in 35 years. Some have changed; many seem just as I remember them. What is different now is that we have the ability to seek each other out. And each Internet site I visit, each friendship I maintain via Facebook, each version of the news I read online, help to keep me safely in the world I find the most comfortable.
As I was growing up in a small town outside Denver, we had six TV channels. (My husband, who grew up in rural Kansas, had even fewer!) Americans watched one of three network news channels. Walter Cronkite, Huntley and Brinkley, and other anchors/reporters were familiar to all of us. We trusted the non-biased news reporting the networks and anchors attempted to provide. Now, as subscribers to satellite or cable TV, we have access to more than 200 channels — but most of us probably watch about a dozen regularly, the ones we prefer to watch. We can watch news programs that are slanted any way we like — but many of us still think we are getting unbiased reporting.
The effect of all these choices is that we are able to create a kind of shell around us. We can make judgments about people (and often do, based on highly partisan reporting) and have largely lost the ability to discern propaganda, or hate-speech, presented as news. Our own opinions become reinforced by the information we self-select. Many years ago, we heard about the boy whose immune system was so compromised, he lived in a bubble to isolate him from bacteria or viruses that would threaten his life. Are our lives today much different?Even loved friends can contaminate us with their views. The fact that we trust them, that they know the same people, watch the same news and circulate the same e-mails from the same perspective, only concentrates their impact on us. And the more serious we are, or the more fearful we are, the more we lose the ability to engage in childlike laughter — to remain humble in the face of all our encounters in life.
The word “humble,” from the Latin word “humus,” which means earth, should help guide us. Every winter, on Ash Wednesday, Christians all over the world have ashes imposed on their foreheads, hearing the words, “Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” It is one moment in the year, but a significant one. It reminds us not to take ourselves too seriously — even our own all-too-human thinking and fears.
Let’s continue to effect the changes we are committed to, but never forget that our own thinking and feelings are not the final authority and represent only one version of truth. They are far too easily influenced by pride, fear, hate and isolation. Why don’t we interact today with one person who has a different viewpoint, a different type of life? It might help to keep us humble.
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The Rev. Jeri Gray-Reneberg is pastor of Grace Lutheran Church in Redway. She is a member of Clergy for Choice and has several years’ experience in the domestic violence field. She and her family live in Arcata.
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