R.I.P., Natalie Corona: The Devil Singe Your Hide, Crooked Prosecutors

In what I posted last week, I had no intent whatever of implying disrespect for, or even distrust of, the young people who put on a cop’s uniform to go draw fire in the undeclared wars of our urban centers.  When Natalie Corona—who was a year younger than my son, and had just entered active duty—was gunned down a couple of days ago during a routine traffic stop, I read what little I could find out with no satisfaction; and I will add that I find the grandstanding, rabble-rousing, leading-from-the-rear revolutionary poseurs on campuses who scream, “Death to pigs,” to have a part in such murders.  Not a very big part, for they’re incapable of contributing substantially to anything: enough of a part to be hanged on a very small gibbet on the very back row of Hell’s infamous hordes.

So, yes, I “support the police”… I think.  Kind of depends on what you mean.  I support ordinary people doing an extraordinarily dangerous job for modest pay and taking an extraordinary amount of abuse all the while.  My remarks of last week were not aimed at the Natalie Coronas of the world.  (For that matter, the backshooting butcher seems almost to have paraded in a bullet-proof vest before the cops who surrounded his home, aware that the “rules of engagement” rendered him even safer than his body armor.  Were it not for his having the decency to kill himself, his “ultra-sonic waves” defense probably would have won him a few years of therapy and then release. How much more insane can California become?)

The real villains, when law enforcement goes awry, are usually sitting behind a desk.  I don’t even know that I bear any particular grudge toward over-zealous detectives who manipulate suspects into dubious confessions.  It’s “how they were raised,” you know: part of the “culture”.  I can imagine that someone in that line hears so many lame stories in a typical month… “I wadn’t there… I just drove past… maybe I got out, but I didn’t go inside… he called me inside, and that’s when I looked through the screen door and seen the body… well maybe he wadn’t dead yet… it was two months ago, man, I can’t remember.”  God… and to think that I would lose patience with the excuses for why students’ papers were late!

The supervisors of the interrogators, however, are supposed to hold the reins.  They should instruct or discipline their subordinates when things show signs of going KGB.  Instead, too often, they take a dirty ball and run it to the goal line, trying to clean it off as they go.  As long as the chief clears his cases… as long as the DA gets a conviction: the public must feel secure (whether it truly is or not), the voters must be placated, the résumé must be spruced up… or perhaps we just want to get to retirement.  Sure, Chief, whose life is really ruined?  Everyone feels better except the guy going to jail for a crime he didn’t commit—and your footsoldiers have ascertained that the community is better off with him in lock-up, anyway, whether he did this crime or some other that he skated on.

They say a fish rots from the head; and the closer we get to the head, the worse the smell gets.  The District Attorneys with lofty career ambitions are the ones who begin to frighten me.  Rudy Giuliani made a couple of bids to be POTUS, and Kamala Harris has a very real chance of being her party’s nominee for 2020.  They aim for the stars, some of these warriors for justice.  What is it in me that would like to see a DA focused 100 percent on doing the job?

Then we get to the top of the ladder, where wolves in judicial robes are snarling over the bones of the republic that they tear apart.  Mike Flynn lately pleaded guilty to a perjury charge related to an interview that was a) supposed to be informal, and b) offered no evidence of falsehood to the actual interviewers.  Why did he take a plea deal?  Because the commander of the judicial Gestapo was threatening to frame his son for some crime to be named later.  Wouldn’t you fall on your sword to save your son?  I would.

People may protest, “But you’re tarring the whole system just because of an isolated case here and there in remote jurisdictions with no budget and because of a few high-profile cases where politics has warped the process.”  Here’s my response.  We were once outraged as a nation every time we discovered that our justice system was being abused.  Now we cheer if the abuse targets someone whom we dislike; or if the victim is a complete nobody, we adopt the Caiaphas line and applaud the savings in time and resources.  As long as it doesn’t impact us personally, we can wrap ourselves in a worldly sort of cynicism, murmur, “So goes the world,” and fall back to sleep.

But what if our turn comes around?  Former Representative Steve Stockman is serving ten years after being railroaded through the system by the Obama “Justice Department” on a trumped-up charge of misusing campaign funds (but really for criticizing El Supremo’s administration).  If they want you, they’ll get you.  What, for instance, is sitting on your iPad or iPhone right now that you don’t know about?  Kiddie porn, perhaps—sufficient to get you at least three years of hard time?  Can “they” do that—can they upload things onto your devices without your knowing of it?  I’ve heard of cases, though of course I can strain little accurate information from the chatter… and, naturally, the “news media” will continue to report on Mexican children being machine-gunned along the Bravo rather than research an actual story.  All I know is that, last week, I found two music videos downloaded on my iPad and iPhone featuring homosexual lovers in embrace—and I have never downloaded any music of any kind onto any of my devices.  I scrubbed the music ap and all its contents entirely from my software… but, of course, I don’t know what other surprises might be hiding in other corners.

That incident shook me up.  It got me to thinking about how very, very easy creating a criminal past for Citizen X would be in an era when everyone is more or less coerced into depositing sensitive information online.  If they want you, they’ll get you.  The officers who pile out of the squad cars to cuff you and cart you off will probably be as innocent as your own sons and daughters… but they will be working for the wolves of hell concealed in a human hide.

Author: nilnoviblog

I hold a Ph.D. in Comparative Literature (Latin/Greek) but have not navigated academe very successfully for the past thirty years. This is owed partly to my non-PC place of origin (Texas), but probably more to my conviction--along with the ancients--that human nature is immutable, and my further conviction--along with Stoics and true Christians-- that we have a natural calling to surmount our nature. Or maybe I just don't play office politics well. I'm much looking forward to impending retirement, when I can tend to my orchards and perhaps market the secrets of Dead Ball hitting that I've excavated. No, there's nothing new (nil novi) under the sun... but what a huge amount has been forgotten, in baseball and elsewhere!

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