There are still good cops in this world

The last week since the Laquan McDonald video was released has been hard.  Hard on the city, hard on the politicians of this city, hard on the minorities of this city, hard on the police department, and especially hard on this police family.  Or at least this police wife.  While I in no way condone what that video depicted, that is not the Chicago police I have known for the last 10 years.  And to have an entire department, or truly an entire profession categorized as a bunch of racists, power hungry, crazy men and women I cannot stand for.  While no one is perfect, most of the officers I know truly do care about the work they do.  Unfortunately, many of the area’s they serve see them only has the bad guys and not the good guys they could be.  How many nights has my husband come home and told me about having to be called out on thanksgiving for a domestic abuse situation where family members have stabbed each other in a disagreement.  How many times he had to be at the scene of a child abuse case and take the child away from the only family he or she has known.  Or walked into the scene of a drug overdose that has been dead for days while no one noticed.  How many of those cases can one individual take before they become numb to society and what they are supposed to be protecting.  I do not know one police officer who entered the profession and though, “I am going to abuse my power and hurt the people I was asked to protect”.  How can officers be asked to protect a neighborhood that doesn’t care about themselves first.  Compare it to a high school teenage girl who has been told over and over again that boys will only respect her when she respects herself.  The men and women want to help these neighborhoods that have increased crime and gang violence rates.  But how can they, when every move they make is under the impression that they are acting as bullies instead of protectors.  I have said many time lately that I am through with this.  I want to move.  I want to move to a small town in the middle of nowhere USA where someone like my husband who has 10 years of police experience would be appreciated instead of hated.  I fear for my family’s safety and especially his every night he goes to work.  Not because he is doing anything wrong, but because he may second guess his gut instinct and pay the ultimate price for it.  Police are not any one’s enemy.  Below I have posted 10 articles of police doing wonderful, extraordinary things that is what makes them hero’s and great public servants.  Yes, there bad apples in every profession.  I work in a hospital and have seen tons of them.  That doesn’t mean that because someone is a Chicago or another city or town police officer does not mean that they want to kill people on the street just because they can.  I have yet to meet a single Chicago police officer in the 10 years my family with the department that showed even an inkling that they felt their job meant they could do what they want.  They, just like everyone else with a job, want to make it through their day and go home to their families.  If more people remembered what 99% of police officers believe, many of the problems we face could be addressed in civil dialogue, instead of pointing fingers and blaming each other for the mess our society as a whole is in.  Mutual respect is something that must be earned, both by the officer, and by the people that officer is sworn to protect.  Only when BOTH sides achieve this can we move forward.  As promised, here are 5 +1 extra link to stories about the GOOD police officers do for us.  My hope is that this will remind anyone who reads this that police are not the enemy, but truly mean to make the world a better place.

This one is from 2013 but still relevant today for sure

This last site is a place to talk about the good police officers out there. Though the media will only report when officer mess up, this website should be a starting point to honor those who respect their job and want to do their best for the communities they serve.



In closing, respect is earned, not given. This goes both for police officers as well as the communities they are meant to protect. If you respect what they are truly trying to accomplish, they will respect you back for wanting to help the problems that tarnish our city, our country, and our world. The police are not the enemy, hatred as a whole is.v


I am a cop’s wife and our lifes matter

So I decided right this second that I needed to write about all that is going on with regards to the movement against our police officers. I am here to speak for the men and women who risk their lives for the rest of the communities they serve. I am a “cop” wife. I have heard this many time in the 10 years I have been with my husband. Many people have asked how I feel being a “cops” wife. My response is that I know nothing else. My husband and I have been married 7 years, been together since before he was in the academy, so for me I know no other life. Is it hard? Duh, yes. Is it sad? Definitely. Would I change a thing…..up until recently, the answer would have been no. But in the last year the times have changed. Now I have to worry more than ever if my husband is coming home every night. My husband is at war with the very people he has sworn to protect and serve. This is all because a group of powerful people have decided that the police are bad and corrupt and only want to hurt others. I can tell you right now that at least this cop’s wife can say, this is NOT TRUE! My cop husband wants to get rid of the scum that ruins neighborhoods. The drug dealers, the gun dealers, the wife beaters. That is who he is after. Not the regular family man who wants to raise his family the same way we want to raise ours. So please someone explain to me why I need to worry someone will shoot my husband just because he is a cop? And even worse, why dose my husband need to worry that his next action may land him on the news instead of the morgue. In 10 years on the job, we have had numerous, “close calls’ where his life could have been taken. And the damage from that is not something that can be fixed. I have watched my loving, caring, honorable man become as angry as the rest of this world. I have woken up in the dead of night, being grabbed by the arm because he is having a nightmare from the scuffle he was in the night before. And all I can say is,” it was a bad dream and not real.” But I am lying to myself and my husband, because the reality is that these bad dreams are becoming too real every single day. I began this post because I needed to rant to anyone who would listen. Now at the end I realize I need to speak for the blue families who only hope their loved one will come home at the end of their shift to their family. My hope is through this blog that I can lend support to the other blue families throughout the nation who in this era are struggling for support from their government and people who they are sworn to protect. I am a cop’s wife. And I believe all lives matter. Not black, Hispanic, or even blue lives are above ALL. I hope my stories will inspire not only other police families to gather strength in this time of hatred, but all families of all cultures and colors will see that most in the profession of police are here to help and that they are humans just trying to help other humans live their lives for a better tomorrow.