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The Thin Blue Line of Family

by Lexi Schumaker

“Cops in the U.S – especially in Texas – are savage animals that will shoot
you whenever they please. Now in Dallas is payback time, pigs.”

This tweet, shared to me by a classmate, is what I woke up to the morning
after the Dallas shooting. I read it repeatedly until tears swelled up my eyes. I
could not comprehend the fact that someone would want my father, a brave
cop whom I look up to, dead. I called my father immediately and asked him
what I should do and how I should feel. He simply told me to ignore these
kinds of comments because not many people view the police force the way
my family does. If it does not bother him, it should not bother me either. So,
why did it?

My father is a Lieutenant on the Massachusetts State Police, and is also the
Commander of the S.T.O.P. team (Massachusetts’ version of a swat team).
Everyday for seventeen years, my dad has walked out the door of my house to
protect with his life the men, women, and children living in Massachusetts.
Everyday for seventeen years, I have lived with the harsh reality that one day
my dad might not come back home. As years have passed, many have come
to assume that a white cop automatically thinks a black or Hispanic man has the intention to commit a crime or
an act of violence. White police officers have been degraded to the status of pigs, yet they are not allowed to stand
up for themselves because of the fear that the media will turn it against them. People have gone out of their ways to
shoot police officers because they assume that they are racist. For the past years, I have had to watch my dad walk
out the door to protect those who hate him – those who want him dead. I have had to listen to my peers call police
officers evil and corrupt and even celebrate those who have killed officers. I have tried to defend my dad and what
he does, but I have never been able to find the right words until this past summer.

I sat down with my father one night after the Dallas shooting and told him my feelings towards all the hateful
comments I was reading on social media. I told him that I felt helpless against these cruel remarks. Did it hurt him
as much as it hurt me? He looked me deep in the eyes and said, “Sheep don’t like the sheep dog, but they are afraid
of the wolf. And when the wolf comes out at night, they pray for the sheep dog to scare it away. They don’t fight
the wolf themselves.” He explained that he does not expect people to adore police officers, but when a criminal is
robbing their house or is putting a gun to their head, they are going to pray that the police comes and saves them.
I asked him how I was supposed to deal with my peers at school who were against police officers. He then asked
me if I believed he was doing the right thing. “Of course I do!” I replied without hesitation. So, he replied that if I
believed that he was doing the right thing, the opinions of my peers did not matter.

My opinion is not always going to be a popular one. I am not always going to agree with the people I interact
with. Despite these hateful comments about the police, I have learned to brush off the opinions of my peers. I
have learned that sometimes the only opinion that matters is my own. If I truly believe in something, what others
believe or say about my belief should not bother me. I believe that my father and what he does are a part of my
background that is essential to the woman I have become. I am proud of my father and what he does, and nothing
will ever change that.

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