Storm et. al. It's probably pretty evident I was a police officer by now, ergo why my "war" lasted 22.5 years, & it was very much a war.
I delt with drug dealers, baby molesters, cheats, liars, thieves, all sorts of miscreants, and that was just the guys in the squad room. :>)
Seriously we had our share of bad cops but most all were decent fellas that just wanted to do a good job & go home with allbody parts in tact.
There was one smaller park in our city, on the east edge of town, where it was known gays could meet. A kind of secret meeting place but word eventually got out.
My friend Jon, the gay man who eventually shot himeself, had a gay friend that also was an orderly at the local e.r. Lets call him "Bill". Bill & Jon were an item for a time but broke up, remaining friends. Bill went to the park one evening and was ganged up on by a bunch of, well, "rednecks" will do I guess. They beat Bill so badly he almost died. Several times. I was a detective then and was assigned the case.
It was obvious that it was at least felonious assault and could have made attempted murder. Bill's left eye out was knocked out of it's socket and face broken everywhere.
He eventually regained consciousness &, tho I knew him, he absolutely refused to even try to i.d. the perps.
He was that afraid.
Jon stayed with Bill and took him home, caring for him while he recovered. It took a long time.
I remember the old Chief telling me not to "waste time" over a queer.
I'm telling this story for what I feel is a very darned good reason.
I'm not gay, don't have any inclination (right words?) so have no dog in this fight.
The fact is that people are incredibly cruel, it's true what happens to different people for whatever reasons. Maybe I fell upon this board to tell these stories.
In a way I'm purging myself of the terrible, haunting, memories of things too awful too tell even my counselor.
Long after I took my disability and left the job I began having nightmares, reliving the unthinkable. I absolutely don't want anyones sympathy, p.t.s.d. happens to all sorts of people, good & bad. I've never spoken out against the descrimination of people of orientation. I think I should add my voice to the choris.
If a person is really a Christian, how could one judge another?
We aren't discussing murderers, drug dealers, burglars.
We are addressing sexual preference. If being different is a "sin" then the God I believe in understands and can make judgements.
It's not our place to do so.
It appears I've been accepting of different people all of my life. I just didn't understand why all the public hue & cry.
I understand now.