Sunday, June 6, 2010
and I feel so much like ranting, but I don't want to be one too.
A police officer stopped for coffee in a Southeast Portland cafe. After he bought the coffee, a woman stopped him, preparing to tell him how grateful she was to local police. Lately they had saved the life of a man she knew who had been shot.
The proprietor came over and asked the police officer to leave and never come back. He doesn't want the police around.
He discriminated against someone according to their job, without finding out anything about that person as an individual. He does not like police because they have guns. What about that the police save lives, too?
And, as later disclosed, if his shop was robbed, he would not call the police. He would ask for help from his friends--do they have guns? What will they do? I read one comment that this vegan joint is a hotbed of anarchists. That's unsubstantiated.
But, Anarchist? If it's True?
If he got shot by a bad guy, would he go to a county-funded hospital, or would he let his barrista do the surgery? Does this barrista have a food-handler card? How about a license to practice medicine or time in a government-accredited medical school? Does he take government-issue money, or do people pay with sacks of squash?
So, good. You got your way, boyo. I would never be so tacky as to wish calamity upon you. Instead, I hope you re-evaluate your position the easy way.
If in Oregon, please do not patronize the restaurant Red and Black in SE Portland. This would be to make a stand against discrimination and small-mindedness. To support the local law enforcement. I still can't believe this pseudo-moralistic crap. But I said I wouldn't rant.
Police One has the short version, taken from this story at The Oregonian.
The friendly bystander, Ms. Seigneur, has a blog. She posted the incident once. Then she posted a second time, based on the number of comments she received.
I would read the Oregonian and the First post by Ms. Seigneur if I was short of time.