This Veterans Day is a bittersweet one for the town where I live and work. Today the VFW had their annual ceremony, and the local Elks Lodge had a free lunch for any veteran that cared to attend. But it was also just over six weeks ago that we laid to rest a young veterean, age 24, who lost his life in Afghanistan. I know mine wasn’t the only heavy heart today as we honored all of our veterans. The memory of that rainy Monday afternoon when we laid Daniel to rest is still a fresh and far too painful memory. I sincerely hope the communities where you fine people live to not have to go through what the young man’ family and we did. This has to stop.
For some strange reason, police invoke some unwritten rule whenever they encounter a Black man or Woman. The circumstance of the encounter is immaterial. It is as if those who are Black, Brown are instantly dismissed as less-than. Or what I call negation of the concept of being created in the image of God.