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ngela
Leisure was much in the news last week. Ms. Leisure is the mother of Timothy
Thomas, the unarmed 19-year-old
whose death at the hands of a Cincinnati police officer touched off days
of rioting in the Ohio city. Leisure was shown on television leaving her
son's funeral, escorted by NAACP president Kweisi Mfume, and she was quoted
widely in the press, calling for an investigation into the shooting and
urging those protesting her son's death to refrain from violence. Conspicuously
absent from the coverage was any mention of a Mr. Leisure or a
Mr. Thomas or whoever might have been the man who helped bring
the ill-fated Timothy Thomas into the world.
I have never visited
Cincinnati, but I suspect police work there is very much like police work
in Los Angeles. Whenever I arrest anyone under the age of 18 I am obligated
by state law and department policy to notify his parents of the detention.
There is a good deal of paperwork involved, and the names and addresses
of both parents must be included in all of the reports. Years ago I began
reflexively writing "Unknown" in the space provided for the
father's information. "Who do you stay with?" I would ask the
young miscreant. "My momma," was the usual reply. "Where's
your father?" I would ask. "I don't know," they would say.
If they did know, it was usually because the father was in prison.
There's been much
discussion of the 15 black men killed by Cincinnati police officers since
1995, and when that figure is cited it is usually accompanied by a thinly
veiled implication that these killings were somehow unjustified. There
are those who would have America believe that the greatest threat to blacks
in this country is the one posed by racist white cops indiscriminately
gunning down young black men. Even if it were shown that not a single
one of those 15 police killings was justified (and that has not
been shown), that number would pale in comparison to the number of murders
committed by fatherless young black men in Cincinnati during the same
period. And most of those murder victims were themselves young, black,
and fatherless. Timothy Thomas was himself the father of a three-month-old
son, though he hadn't found the time to marry the child's mother. (A wedding
was planned, according to an AP story, but with 14 arrest warrants Thomas's
schedule must have been a bit tight.) How sadly ironic it was that it
was Mfume who escorted Angela Leisure from the funeral: As a young man
he fathered five illegitimate children.
Stephen Roach, the
officer who shot Thomas, remains on paid administrative leave, and the
circumstances surrounding the shooting are being investigated by local
and federal authorities. But I feel safe in speculating about this much:
If Thomas hadn't run from Roach he would not have been shot, and if he
had not committed the various offenses that resulted in those 14 arrest
warrants he would not have felt the urge to run. And if he had had a father
to teach him how to behave he might not have been in trouble with the
law in the first place.
In my twenty years
as a cop I've been through no less than ten incidents in which I was only
a split second away from shooting someone. Fortunately for all concerned
each of those incidents ended peacefully. In his four years with the Cincinnati
Police Department I'm sure Officer Roach had some close calls as well.
I doubt that when he went to work the day of the shooting he said to himself,
"Today I hope I kill a black man." It is far more likely that
as he prepared for that day's shift he said a prayer similar to the one
I say every day as I put on my uniform: "Dear God, please let me
go home in one piece tonight. If someone has to get hurt, please let it
be the bad guy."
And for the last
several years I have added another petition to my pre-work supplication:
"And, God, if I have to hurt someone today, please let it be a white
guy."
(*Jack
Dunphy is the author's nom de cyber. The opinions expressed are his own
and almost certainly do not reflect those of the LAPD management .)
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