I was young then, just out of the United States Army, my discharge coming on 17 October 1966. By the next month I was preparing to enter the Police Academy in Austin, Texas. I was very sure of myself. None of that minority hiring quota stuff for me. It wasn’t around then, and I didn’t …
Monthly Archives: January 2014
Going Like a Lamb to the Slaughter
It was not a man of learning and advanced education in the religious philosophies of men, but rather a pure, but untutored, and unlearned, boy of fifteen, who on the morning of a beautiful spring day in 1820 retired to a nearby woods to pray. In what he described as glorious light, brighter in intensity …
On this day
Marvelous is the English language, and beautiful is that language which uplifts and edifies. Such language is found in sacred writ and through inspired poetry. On this beautiful day which the Lord has made, “I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help…(for) my help cometh from the Lord, which …
Tyranny is in the Offing
Tyranny. If I give the great majority the text book definition, they will little understand it. They will not believe my words except they begin to feel it. They will not believe tyranny is in the offing until it is too late. It is the old tale of the frog set in a pan of …
Oh say, what is truth?
Such an unlikely source as the challenger to Christianity, Friedrich Nietzsche, voiced a true principle when he said “I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe you.” In our dealings with others, trust is a priority. We live in an age where some consider that if …
I did it my way
It was Frank Sinatra who sang, toward the end of his life the song, “I Did It My Way”. Yes, a moving song, and a lot of pride and bravado from Ole Frank, but I’m reminded of the fellow who devoted his life to climbing a ladder, only to find in the end that he …
Eddie Renteria
(Crystal Graphics) One Summer night in 1967 I arrested Edward Renteria to revoke his parole and send him back to prison. Joe Alvarado, my karate instructor, was riding with me. When we got to the elevator which would take us to the jail on the 3rd floor, Edward stopped. “Mr Lopez, I would feel much …