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I am the 1 percent
I am the 1 percent. I have a job. I work for my living and for the future of myself and my family. I work for the future of the world. Each day I drag my tired, aging rear end out of bed so I can go and relish in all of the nasty belligerence you and your like can heap upon me, and I love it. I signed on for it. In fact, I was born to do it.
I put on my body armor, my protective boots and 20 pounds worth of gun belt and go out and make sure that you, the self appointed 99 percent, can tell me about the inadequacies and inequality of the world. I stand there and protect your right to scream about how much my mates and I have harmed your life—how the world discriminates against you and yours. I learned that we are only mindless fools, the simpleton arms of a political elite.
Yet here I stand keeping the line that allows you to “occupy” and “protest” the unfairness of it all, bold and well defined. I can acknowledge that life isn’t fair. Yet, I deal with it without the apparent psychological harm that seems to affect you and those of your ilk. But I wonder how life can ever be fair as I haven’t yet seen the definition of “fair” in any part of the Constitution, any state criminal code or other document.
But here I stand. I listen. I contemplate. I try to understand exactly what it is you feel you are owed. I try to understand who owes you and why you think something is owed rather than earned. But I make sure my officers and I are here, ready to protect you so no one of the less enlightened in the world causes you harm. I also make sure that through your overwhelming pain and anguish about being so mistreated, you do not slip and accidentally cause harm to yourself or someone else.
I remind the troops that you and your rights are our most important concern. The oath we have all sworn to uphold begins with a solemn pledge to support and defend the Constitution. That same document gives you all of the rights you enjoy flaunting. I will continue to do my job, escorting you down the street, keeping all the true evil in the world from coming close to you.
I hear your cries of disenchantment. In fact, I can see your thoughts on corporate greed and the harm that technology has caused the world, all of which you thankfully posted immediately to YouTube direct from your iPhone 4S. I can read of your pain and feel your worry over the dissolution of society and the hypocrisy in the world each night on your Facebook page.
But in the end, I remind myself and my officers that we are the 1 percent. We will stand here and protect you no matter how much you despise us and the things that we represent. We will allow for you to berate us, to call into question every moral value that we know to be true and to tell the world how right you are in your beliefs.
We stand here to be sure that you, the self-anointed masses, the self-proclaimed 99 percent, can make your points and speak your minds. And we do it all willingly, with every fiber of our being.
We are the 1 percent. We assure the safety, and the rights, of the 99 percent.
Scott Oldham is a lieutenant with the Bloomington, Ind., Police Department. After 18 years with the department’s tactical unit, Lt. Oldham recently left the team after serving in various capacities, including team commander. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Published in Law and Order, Nov 2011
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