Wow, time flies. Had today off -- ran(ish) up Taylor Mountain, which was nice. Lupine, poppies, wild mustard everywhere. Seventy degrees with warm, whipping wind in my face. Halfway up the hill, my daughter calls to report her loft in Brooklyn was robbed last night while all four roommates were home, including her. The perp somehow got through the locked common door on the street level, waltzed into their fourth-floor loft at 7:30 p.m. through their unlocked door (not pointing fingers but it wasn't her—she's a budding FBI agent, doesn't play), scooped up a laptop—which belonged to the only male in the place, who has the only bedroom downstairs—from the living room table, and turned and burned. All occupants were in their respective rooms on their phones, apparently and thankfully in this instance. He hit up another unlocked unit, stealing property but not harming anyone. He was caught on surveillance video roaming the halls, naturally, but his hood partially covered his face—juuuust enough to imbue the responding NYPD officers with comprehensive disinterest.
"They were bumbling, racist and dismissive," was my daughter's verdict. I opted not to pitch my usual spiel about how 99% of law enforcement are decent human beings under a boatload of stress; she is not someone who is easily dissuaded. She was calling me on her way to work. True to our family-MO, she kept moving. This will take time to process, to hit her in waves, to possibly change her trajectory.
"I'm just not sure how I can actually help," she sighed, as I heard her train arriving in subway.
My role on this call was listener who did not need to remind her that her first job after graduating from college in six weeks will not be her last, and that she doesn't have to save the world. I tried, circa 1992 - 1996. Futile, yet fulfilling.
I can't wait to see what her future holds, especially after last night.
*Update two days later: she registered for the professional conference (law enforcement-adjacent) in Missoula, MT in June, as planned.
"They were bumbling, racist and dismissive," was my daughter's verdict. I opted not to pitch my usual spiel about how 99% of law enforcement are decent human beings under a boatload of stress; she is not someone who is easily dissuaded. She was calling me on her way to work. True to our family-MO, she kept moving. This will take time to process, to hit her in waves, to possibly change her trajectory.
"I'm just not sure how I can actually help," she sighed, as I heard her train arriving in subway.
My role on this call was listener who did not need to remind her that her first job after graduating from college in six weeks will not be her last, and that she doesn't have to save the world. I tried, circa 1992 - 1996. Futile, yet fulfilling.
I can't wait to see what her future holds, especially after last night.
*Update two days later: she registered for the professional conference (law enforcement-adjacent) in Missoula, MT in June, as planned.
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