Listen to the Silence

I promised on Twitter that this rant was coming.    If you didn’t listen, then pucker up butter cup.   It’s going in dry.  Blood Quantum is the concept of measuring “native-ness” by the specific amount or quanta (quantum meaning amount) of “red blood” in your…well.  In your red blood.  The whole argument gets wrapped up in the concept of what makes someone “native enough”, and being a “native descendant” versus a “native”.   A “descendant of the algonquian nation” instead of “a son of the tribe”.  I just want to pause here and point something out. We.  Are.   Literally.  Arguing.  Purity. We are using the same argument that the Aryan brotherhood uses to define membership.   The same argument used to create such hateful labels as “quadroon”.    The one modern extremist “power” groups (white, black, Hispanic, etc) use to define who counts as a person and who doesn’t. (Gee, don’t you think the ancestors are proud?) Think that through.   That’s EXACTLY the ki

NOTE:   I want to make it clear - this rant was sparked off by a video by the ever beautiful MsBlaireWhite (go subscribe to her Youtube channel, seriously).    It was then fanned into a fully fledged rant when I took a few hours to follow up on researching her statements. ---------------------- “Minor Attracted Persons”.   “MAPs”.   “MAP identified persons”.  “We’re more comfortable with the term MAP.”   “You’re mis-identifying me when you don’t call me a MAP.”   This is a real thing.   That terrifies me, as a parent and a law enforcement officer.    Do the research.   Do your homework.   If you have the knowledge or capability, take a (brief) dive into the underside of the web (the ‘darkweb’, the ‘trollnet’, ‘tor portals’, and on and on…fucking media) and look it up. The WaPo and Huff (Washington Post and Huffington Post, for the non-political-internet savvy) have both done articles highlighting papers which rely on shaky research and tiny data pools to argue that pedoph

I come from a Legacy (the L is a capital for a reason) Army family, and a Legacy Marine family.   Those of us who are unable to serve, for physical reasons or reasons of happenstance, become law enforcement. When you’re one of us, that’s it.   Black.   White.  You wear a uniform, the same as every generation before you – and know that the dead stand in your wake.  Or you wear a badge, and try to live up to those who went before.   My mother was a staff officer when she retired after 20 years.   My father was a Washington PD officer before being retired on injury, and meeting my mother when he went back to school.   That’s my family.  That’s my blood, as far back as we’ve ever been able to trace through heraldry or genealogy.  This Memorial Day my ancestors are going to rise from their graves, if for no more reason than to spit the taste of modern America from their mouths.    With “fake news” this, and “Love Trump(s) hate” that, the living have all forgotten something. W