The hopeful scene is set with two properly attired little girls, ages 10 and 13, sitting upright in chairs too large for their petite frames.
The Senate committee room is filled with the electricity of bustling media and citizens in the gallery awaiting a historical moment in time. Their Dad has been nominated by the president of the United States to fill a vacancy on the Supreme Court. How exciting and proud they must be as their faces expand into an uncontrollable grin.
Moments later the anticipatory scene of stately legislators exemplifying the order and dignity of a Senate committee session was shaken by Democrat lawmakers beginning a coordinated attack of disorderly disruptions orchestrated with the outbursts of unhinged radically based protesters in the gallery in an attempt to halt the proceedings. Nearly two dozen arrests of protesters shouting unmentionable insults against the nominee created such the degree of chaos, that the reasonable assessment by their mother was to quickly escort these faces of innocents from the proceedings for safety concerns through a gantlet of verbal assaults from an all adult cadre of hatred lawlessness.
Nevermore will these little girls look upon a legislative forum with anything more than fear and confusion. And why should they be any different from the rest of us? Haven’t we all been shocked to the core by the demonstration of “search and destroy” politics?
My early years of “on the job” training with the police department caused me frustration as my peers would criticize me for accepting an explanation from a citizen as fact when I should be steadfastly critical and suspicious; believing all stories, at their very core, to be a lie. It wasn’t long before my naivety would become horribly jaded to the point I believed no truth existed outside the pages of the King James version.
Being a big ‘70’s rock fan, the verse from Bob Seger's song “Against The Wind” haunted me into constant reflection: “I wish I didn’t know now, what I didn’t know then.” How cool it would be to go back to a time when we knew so little and it mattered so much, and our faith in common man was commonplace.
Once thrust into adulthood, the innocence of our youth crashes head-long into the reality of deception and deceit from the very depths of Satan we gradually see demonstrated the longer we live. No longer is a man’s’ word or handshake notable and trustworthy. Even the minutiae of contracts over-flowing with legalese can be proven worthless due to interpretation. In the words of Bill Clinton, “It depends upon what the meaning of the word “is” is.”
What I hated most about the Senate committee hearing is that when the adults in the hearing prepared to become raunchy and undignified, they would have surveyed the room and seen children on the front row…children like their very own, and asked for them to be removed before they witnessed the indelible mark upon their memories of their Dad that could not be erased or explained away. There was a time when conduct like that would have been considered “child abuse,” but now they are considered mere collateral damage.
Let’s protect the eyes and ears of innocence as long as humanly possible. Because we cannot unlearn once innocence is gone.
The Precinct Press is authored by W.J. Butcher, a retired 26-year veteran of the Atlanta Police Department. Send comments, kudos, and criticism to: firstname.lastname@example.org.