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Defend, Not Defund the Police

Protecting the men and women who protect us should never be about party politics—it should be about doing what’s right.

Police officers are the backbone of safety in our communities, and they deserve more than empty words or political lip service. They deserve support, respect, and political protection.

And yet it seems that no political party has adequately confronted the needs of police officers, despite their essential role in ensuring community safety.

Our men and women in blue carry loaded weapons, make life and death decisions on a second’s notice, and yet they are unappreciated, underpaid, undervalued, disrespected, and unprotected.

Politicians use support or non-support of the police as a weapon or a sound bite, but at the end of the day, the men and women in blue are victims of our ineffective political system, just like the rest of us.

Many politicians—Democrats, Republicans, and Independents—claim they have the backs of the men and women in blue, but it’s mostly lip service. Their number one goal has little to do with the men and women in blue.

Politicians have one goal, and that’s to get elected. It’s shameful, but it’s reality, which is why we, the people, need to step up and support our men and women in blue and demand more from our politicians.

I recently discovered that many patrol cars have no air conditioning. Imagine wearing an LED vest in 98-degree heat with no air conditioning? As a result, these officers come home with heat rash from head to toe.

And this might seem like a minor point, but many police departments are still working on digitizing all their forms and procedures, so typewriters remain in use.

Having a typewriter available as a system’s backup makes some sense, but not as part of the regular course of police business.

During COVID, while everyone else was quarantining if exposed, NYPD officers were only allowed to take off if they tested positive—even after working side by side with officers who did test positive, and regardless of whether they had a family member at home who was high risk or elderly. As a result, many police households suffered from COVID repeatedly.

Every day, the men and women in blue face the possibility of armed individuals, potential ambushes, exposure to contaminants and hazardous equipment, and the danger of interacting with individuals experiencing severe mental health episodes or substance abuse.

Police officers across the country showed up every single day during the COVID-19 pandemic, while most people were told to stay home and stay safe. They didn’t get hazard pay. They didn’t get a thank you. Instead, they often got vilified.

These officers walked into homes not knowing if someone was contagious at best or armed at worst. They handled riots, unrest, and crime spikes while wearing makeshift PPE and being told they didn’t qualify for time off unless they were actively sick, even when their police partners tested positive.

The situation regarding sick leave during the COVID-19 pandemic also highlights the challenges faced by officers.

According to the New York City Independent Budget Office, regulations surrounding quarantine and sick leave during the pandemic created complexities for public employees. Reports from the time indicate that, in many cases, officers who had been exposed but were asymptomatic were still required to report for duty while awaiting testing or official quarantine orders. This situation was particularly challenging in the early stages of the pandemic when testing and protocols were evolving.

Additionally, police officer suicide rates are sadly significantly higher than the national average, highlighting the severity of the mental health crisis within the profession.

Rising crime statistics underscore the importance of looking beyond political rhetoric and acknowledging the daily challenges and dangers faced by law enforcement officers.

Here are just a few examples of what our police officers have to contend with:

Our men and women in blue investigate sex crimes and handle cases involving child abuse, rape, sexual assault, and other related offenses. They also work closely with social services to support victims of these crimes.

Additionally, they provide investigative support, training, and resources to myriad other agencies and manage the AMBER Alert system for child abductions, regardless of race, sexuality, gender, ethnicity, or immigration status.

Our police investigate crimes that require sensitive handling, such as those involving children, the elderly, or people with disabilities. They frequently receive specialized training in forensic interviewing, crisis intervention, and victim advocacy.

Various states and cities have Hate Crimes Task Forces that work to prevent, investigate, and monitor Hate Crimes and violations of Human Rights Law. Our brave men and women in blue coordinate and collaborate with many law enforcement agencies to combat human trafficking, including child sex trafficking.

According to the United States Department of Justice, human trafficking is the second-largest international criminal industry, second only to the drug trade.

Many police officers focus on cases involving vulnerable or high-risk victims and investigate all types of sexual offenses, including dating violence, domestic violence, and stalking on college campuses, to name a few.

Crime rates in the United States have been exponentially increasing in recent years, and our law enforcement officers are on the front lines of this battle.

Communities throughout the nation are inundated with violent robberies, assaults, murders, and fentanyl overdoses, while an open southern border is only exacerbating this crisis.

Despite these risks and sacrifices, police officers often receive criticism rather than appreciation, with no hazard pay or formal acknowledgement for their efforts during this unprecedented time.

Police officers across the country, who carry loaded weapons and who are entrusted with making critical decisions, deserve consistent support, respect, and tangible improvements in their working conditions, regardless of political affiliations.

It has never been more important to recognize the remarkable courage of our men and women in blue who are on the front lines, standing between lawlessness and order on our streets.

We must show our law enforcement officers our appreciation, respect, and unwavering support, while also recognizing the sacrifices they make every day to ensure our communities are safe.

Our police officers put their lives on the line with courage and determination every time they don their uniforms. Despite the uncertainty that accompanies each shift, they remain committed to their duty of safeguarding us, and they wear their badges with pride.

For far too long, “defund the police” movements and anti-police legislation have resulted in skyrocketing crime across the country and against our brave law enforcement.

In 2023, the number of officers shot in the line of duty was up 52% from 2020. And 2021 was the deadliest year in two decades for our law enforcement officers.

While crime rates are skyrocketing in many communities, some groups are making it more challenging for our officers to do their jobs, and their rhetoric and hate-mongering are resulting in horrible repercussions.

Our communities depend upon law and order. Without it, none of us are safe.

Can My Broken Relationships Due to Anti-Israel Sentiments Ever Be Repaired?

I was proud of myself for mostly staying out of the anti vs pro-Trump war of words.

I’ll admit that, at the beginning of the Trump era, I unfriended a few people, but only because they had insulted me personally. That was a red line for me.

But regardless of the reason, I now have some regrets, mainly because some of those people were my “real” friends versus Facebook friends.

And yes, I could, or should, go back and try to refriend them, if that’s even a word. But at this point, and at my age, what’s done is done.

BUT the anti-Israel/anti-Jewish/pro-Hamas movement/sentiment is a whole other can of unseemly worms.

I have unfriended countless so-called friends over their anti-Jewish rhetoric. And I have hidden all of the diatribes and unhinged nonsense comparing Trump to Hitler or illegal immigrant housing to gas chambers. Puleeze. Get a grip.

And although I feel slightly regretful (slightly being the operative word)—for jumping into an email exchange between my husband and his college friends, I still stand by my extremely caustic verbiage.

Since I wasn’t included in the email chain, it probably would have been better had I quietly boiled—more like broiled—and then counted to a hundred.

Okay, maybe I would have needed to count to a thousand when words like “slaughter” were used to describe Gazans, and NOT THE INNOCENT MEN, WOMEN, AND CHILDREN RAPED, MUTILATED, AND MURDERED on 10/7/23.

And sorry/not sorry for the bold caps, and…

Note to my husband’s friends and Hamas/Hamas sympathizers:

IF YOU DON’T WANT A WAR WITH ISRAEL, THEN DON’T START A WAR!!!!

And for those of you who know me:

DON’T POKE THE “ME TOO” bear.

So, to answer my own question:

Can My Broken Relationships Due to Anti-Israel Sentiments Ever Be Repaired?

In a not-so-nutty shell:

NO.

I’m happy I said my peace, so there.

And FYI, I will continue to do so.

And if or when I ever see my husband’s “friends” again, I’ll be pleasant, but quietly unforgetting, unforgiving, and irreparably unrepaired.

Political Vitriol

The political vitriol that has been grinding away since 2016 is choking the tolerance out of me.

The increasingly ugly, harsh, angry, and hateful language used on social media is laced with bitter criticism, personal attacks, and a lack of constructive dialogue.

The intensely negative, accusatory language used over the past few months when expressing political opinions seems particularly biting, discrediting, and demeaning, and it’s hideously appalling and corrosive.

Nothing productive can come from it, yet it drags on endlessly.

And it has gone way past the point of critical. It’s bitter and dehumanizing.

All sides have gone insane. Inflammatory social media posts include words and phrases like “you’re dead to me,” “vermin,” “enemy from within,” “slime dogs,” and “Nazi Barbie.”

Ouch.

Now, I’m not suggesting that any of this hatefulness was meant for me. But maybe it was.

Because, yes, I post some political stuff, but it’s all been centered around Jew hating. The Jew hating and Jew baiting has indeed become a maddening reality.

When I feel that I can’t safely wear my Jewish Star in public—right here in the U.S. of A, something has gone terribly wrong, no?

Would anyone disagree that Jews here in the U.S. have been unfairly targeted?

Duh, yes. Many. Okay, more than many, which doesn’t make me want to rage, it makes me want to cry.

Although if you’re not Jewish, or you don’t live in Jewish communities, you can’t possibly experience Jew hatred firsthand.

And I hope you never feel unsafe wearing a cross, regardless of your political affiliation.

Hundreds of thousands of people have been slaughtered in Islamic terrorist attacks, and the myriad Islamic regimes in the Middle East terrorize, torture, jail, and commit horrific violations against their people EVERY SINGLE DAY.

Yet, somehow, it’s the Jews who are the terrorizing demons against people who have been warring with them since the 1870s.

Is there nowhere else in the world worthy of American outrage?

What about the Ukrainians, Rohingya, the Maghreb and Sahel regions of Africa, the Sudanese, Somali, and Syrian civil wars, the Ethiopian, Congolese, Cameroonian, Yemeni, and Afghan civil conflicts, the Mexican drug war, Kurdish separatists and Pakistan-India insurgencies, civil unrest in Venezuela, the Indo-Pakistani wars, and the Kashmir conflict?

Nada.

No outrage on American college campuses. No taking to American streets demanding the elimination of a people, country, or state.

ONLY OUTRAGE AGAINST THE JEWS.

So yes, I do state my political Jewish opinion, and yes, I openly demonize Islamist terrorists and their brutal regimes.

But please note that I do not demonize or single out any one person or political party.

I gave up on hating Trump when the Democrats lost the 2024 election. I’m tired, and I did my part. I voted. (Not for him.) He won. The power of one, right?

And please don’t tell me the 2024 election was rigged. I’ve had my fill of rigged election conspiracy theories.

THE AMERICAN PEOPLE MADE THEIR CHOICE BASED ON THE CHOICES THEY WERE GIVEN.

I get all the Trump-hating, although I think there are glimmers of reality in some of what he says. And I can see why there is outrage about many of his policies. I said “some,” and “many,” so please think twice before you unfriend me, because I’m the same person I was last week, last month, in 2016, and way before that.

And I think everyone deserves to have a voice, but when someone calls Trump “Hitler,” it sickens me.

Or when someone compares the current unseemly and yes, horrible immigration situation to Nazi Concentration Camps, it makes me cringe.

HELLO.

NOTHING that has ever happened here in the U.S. can compare to what Jews (including my in-laws) endured during the Holocaust.

To say otherwise is ignorant hyperbole, and it makes me doubt your motive and empathy for the Jewish suffering.

How anyone can equate ANYTHING that is happening in the United States to the Nazi gas chambers is willfully uninformed at best and in complete denial at worst.

Well, the worst would be if you’re a Jew hating, Holocaust denier.

I’ve been accused of “drinking the Kool-Aid,” which I haven’t, but using the Holocaust and gas chambers to prove a point about the current haphazard handling of illegal immigration is way worse than anything I’ve been drinking lately.

Happily Even After

As a wordsmith, I know that one word can change a life or a sentence.

One word. That’s all it takes.

In this case, it took two:

EVEN and EVER.

It all started this past Sunday afternoon while hosting my daughter’s BRIDAL SHOWER.

The day had challenges, but I think it turned out okay, EVEN though the food was COLD,

which was a crying shame because it was yummy.

Just iced-COLD.

But I stayed calm. I didn’t yell or carry on. I stayed positive because it was my daughter’s special day.

Also, my favorite cake was being served: ITALIAN RUM CAKE with vanilla and chocolate pudding, extra Rum flavoring, “dressed” with snow-white whipped cream. (The BAKER used the word “dressed,” and as soon as I heard it, I vowed never to use the word “topped” again.)

When I ordered the cake, I asked the BAKER to adorn it with the couple’s engagement photo and then, underneath the image, to write the words:

HAPPILY EVER AFTER

It’s too long of a story to tell here, but I’ll tell it anyway. When I went to pick up the cake, the BAKER was surrounded by many—too many—undressed cakes, mine included…

I waited patiently for the BAKER to finish “dressing” my cake, and when he shouted twice that I was making him nervous, I twice skulked to my car to while away my precious time.

And because he was late, I was late. So, when the BAKER nervously presented the ITALIAN RUM CAKE to me, camouflaged by a glass display of Italian pastries, I said, “It looks fine,” EVEN though I couldn’t see it.

I’m not making excuses here. I’m just saying.

At the BRIDAL SHOWER, everyone enjoyed introductions, music, and mingling, and seeing my daughter so happy was pure JOY.

JOY.

That’s not a word you’ll hear coming out of my mouth very often.

Okay, not EVER.

But I’ll say it loud and proud. I was experiencing JOY.

And the BRIDAL SHOWER was going better than EVER.

Games were played, prizes were won, and then the COLD food came out.

The PARTY POINT PERSON tried to heat up that COLD food with chafing dish candles, but the air conditioner vent kept blowing out the flames.

Four employees, including the bartender, hovered around the food, investigating the situation, but to no avail; we all ate COLD food.

And because the food was COLD, the PARTY POINT PERSON said she felt bad and would put out more food. I told the PARTY POINT PERSON it wasn’t necessary to put out more food because everyone was full.

And everyone was full because they had already eaten,

COLD food.

I also told the PARTY POINT PERSON that if she were to put out more food, she might want to move the buffet server station away from the air conditioner vent duh. (I didn’t say, “duh,” because of the JOY thing, but I thought it.)

The PARTY POINT PERSON took my station relocation suggestion to heart because she immediately moved the buffet servers to another wall and then put out more food,

which was also COLD.

At that point, I was still determined to fill myself up with JOY, so I feigned serenity and was now totally and utterly dependent upon the ITALIAN RUM CAKE being the best ITALIAN RUM CAKE it could be to make up for the COLD food.

The almost-groom arrived at the BRIDAL SHOWER with a stunning bouquet at 3 pm, and the cake-cutting/photo op was scheduled for 3:30.

When the PARTY POINT PERSON brought out the cake, my daughter and I were aghast at the inscription:

HAPPILY EVEN AFTER

My daughter thought it was hilarious while I stared in horror.

My doctor friend, who was in attendance, promptly grabbed a knife and meticulously performed surgery on the N, turning it into a near-perfect R.

Well, not an R…an r.

!!! Thanks to Dr. Andrea, the ITALIAN RUM CAKE now said:

HAPPILY EVER AFTER

And EVEN though we righted the BAKER’S wrong, the original inscription on the ITALIAN RUM CAKE was a ginormous hit.

It was such a hit that the BRIDAL SHOWER guests took more photos of the botched cake message of:

HAPPILY EVEN AFTER

than photos taken of the soon-to-be-married couple cutting the surgically amended version:

HAPPILY EVER AFTER

!!!

Once the EVEN was punctiliously changed to EVER, the ITALIAN RUM CAKE was couple-cut and served.

FROZEN.

So FROZEN that it was difficult to cut.

And also, I almost broke a tooth on a hard candy pearl that the BAKER had strewn all over the “dressing” of the cake. Those suckers were lethal. That ITALIAN RUM CAKE should have come with a warning:

HAPPILY EVEN AFTER you break a tooth on the hard candy pearls.

Needless to say, there was a lot of ITALIAN RUM CAKE left, so I took it home. And once it thawed, it was fabulously delicious.

Despite the COLD food and the FROZEN ITALIAN RUM CAKE, I think the BRIDAL SHOWER was a success.

But I still haven’t been able to get that darn inscription

HAPPILY EVEN AFTER

out of my head.

I might EVEN like it better than “dressing.”