I grew up in East Tennessee. Powell, if you'd care to know. My family goes back generations in Knox, Anderson, and Union counties. Moonshine and tobacco were the cash crops for them. I've traced us back to the Civil War, and the push for the State of Franklin. We were lily white, but Union supporters. While General Sherman might be hated to this day in certain corners of the state (and definitely the South), he was a brilliant strategist, and he understood that "total war", in the end, would save lives. Both Union and Confederate. Sherman is right up there with Patton in my book. If my grandparents, God rest their soul, knew that, they would disown me. I understand completely.
Joined the Navy at 17. Spent 20 years there. Submarines. Nobody cared what your skin color, political affiliation, or religion was. Just do your job. We all stood watch, ate, played cards, chased the Soviets, showered, and served together. I had the honor to serve with some good men over the years. Maybe that's where I learned what MLK preached, which was to judge others not by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character. I consider his "I Have a Dream" speech right up there with anything Washington, or Lincoln, or Roosevelt, or Reagan did.
The story of "how I became a cop" is long and weird. But I did, and I tried to never let the badge weigh more than I did. I've made my mistakes...made an arrest when maybe there was another option; wrote a ticket just because I could; and let my ego rule instead of my heart. But over the years I learned, matured, and mellowed. I've also cried, openly, at a wreck where an innocent child died; same for a dog that ran out in traffic; and had to ask the Good Lord to guide my hand when I had to end the suffering of a deer that got hit by a car. Served no-knock warrants at 4 a.m. on a known drug dealer who we knew would shoot if we gave him time; learned the hard way that you hear the bullet before the shot when someone's shooting at you; attended two funerals of deputies I worked with who gave their life in the line of duty; and withstood the scrutiny that comes when you have no choice but to shoot back, or first. Been so scared I experienced "terror piss", and been so mad I refused to transport a guy we arrested for molesting his 10 year-old daughter. Made every mistake a cop can make, and so far...knock on wood...I'm still here.
I'm so flawed it's not funny. But my saving grace, if I have one, is that I care. Serve and Protect. You've heard me say that before. Basic mantra of those of us who are privileged to wear the badge. That's who I am; that's what motivates me; and that's what I defend here. Ras rubbed me the wrong way, way back when (I'm too lazy to go back and find the post), but in the days that have followed, I've learned that he and I are largely cut from the same cloth. We just took different paths to get where we are today, which is not that far apart on most issues.
So yeah, I'd drink a beer with him.