Perry and DPS director building their own military/state foreign ministry

Republicans decided for some reason or the other that Rick Perry was a little too “out there” to consider as a presidential candidate. Perry, as many Texans feared, came home and decided to continue running his state like some kind of personal banana republic though minus the bananas. Who knows. Ol’ Good Hair might be thinking of a 2014 run or maybe even vice president for Mitt Santorum or whomever comes out of the convention.

Meanwhile, boys, we got us a nation, uh, state to run. And run is what Perry continues to do. Run it right into the old Balcones Fault.

One area in which Perry’s muscle-flexing as a would-be king is on the Texas-Mexico border. And the instrument in which he is using to show the world he’s one tuff mo-fo is the Texas Department of Public Safety. That, my friends, is a damn shame.

From way back to the days when Col. Homer Garrison, an ol’ Lufkin, Texas, boy who started out as a motorman (on highway patrol motorcycles), still ran the DPS, the agency was my ideal as a law enforcement agency. We called them “highway patrol” because that’s mostly what they were and still are seen doing in Texas. I knew the highway patrolmen since I was about as tall as a grasshopper’s knee. For the most part, they were fair, they were fearless, they might give you a ticket if you deserved it. Or they might not if they figured just stopping you and giving you a friendly warning was enough. I am 56 years old and I’ve had three tickets in my life — two by highway patrolmen.

I knew and worked with troopers all through my careers, first as a firefighter, and second as a reporter. They weren’t afraid to get in and get their hands dirty whether it meant helping tear metal apart to free a trapped victim or to help us with the inglorious task of having to remove a body.

All of this back story is that it shows my admiration for the Texas DPS troopers. I knew and received information from troopers — usually straight-forward and without hesitation — at the scene of more wrecks than I can count when I worked as a reporter. They were the most cooperative law enforcement officers I dealt with while working in the news media. Those troopers whom I worked with regularly would hand me the license or identification of a deceased victim, knowing I wouldn’t publish a name until family notification was made. That’s just how it worked.

Because of my admiration and respect for Texas DPS personnel is why it pains me to see Rick Perry using the DPS as a political pawn. Oh, sure, I imagine the Texas governors always used the DPS to their advantage to some point. But the agency usually had strong leaders who were able to keep the department clear of use as a full-bore political wing of the governor’s office. That seems to be changing somewhat.

The agent of change was Steve McCraw. McCraw got his start with the DPS before joining the FBI, where he became an assistant director. Perry named McCraw state homeland security director before being picked as DPS director. Under his command, the DPS has become even more of a paramilitary organization than such an agency would normally be particularly with respect to border security. Even more than a paramilitary commander, McCraw has taken on some of the responsibilities of the U.S. Secretary of State such as by issuing his own tourist warnings for Mexico.

Perry and his war/foreign minister McCraw have also militarized the border with much of their moves surprising and infuriating local law enforcement. In tune with right-wing politicians and their PR hacks/pundits, the Texas border has become a front in the political propaganda war between the GOP-backers who say Texas border cities are unsafe as well as those in Mexico. While there are reports of gunfire spilling over — gunfire might travel from a quarter-mile to five miles depending on the weapon and the circumstances — many U.S. border LEOs (Law Enforcement Officers) argue crime is down.

Yet the DPS has added more manpower with Ranger task forces as well as helicopters and gunboats, for God’s sake! A state has no business patrolling international waters. They are not trained for the implications of what might transpire into an international incident. And if anyone should be patrolling Texas rivers, it should be the Texas Parks and Wildlife Department’s game wardens instead of marine “highway patrolmen.”

What has come to light recently is that much of the strategy of the Texas “border war” being marshaled by Good Hair and his gang has been outsourced to a retired four-star Army general as a result of a no-bid contract. While all of the work being performed by retired Gen. John Abrams may be stellar, such moves should not put Texas in the realm of a nation status.

In short: We don’t need no stinkin’ state highway patrol leader telling us where we should and should not go in a foreign country.  We don’t need an armed, international Texas Navy. We don’t need our security outsourced for millions of dollars to a retired general from another state. We need our Texas Department of Public Safety officers including its Texas Rangers to return back to the jobs they do so well and probably better than any other state police in the country.

The nation needs a secure border, but the state of Texas also need safe and secure highways. It seems like protocols are already in place for both local and federal governments to operate. That shouldn’t be so difficult should it?

Ah … spring. All is right

Work had me driving yesterday in swampy terrain near Orangefield in Orange County. That’s in Texas, son. I hadn’t given much thought that spring was officially just around the corner.

Recent rains which had replenished badly needed moisture lost from our extended drought had also left roadside ditches full of water, a thought I pondered upon until I got on the country road where I was going. Then, like a 50-pound ox hammer — if such exists — it hit me. Crap on a cracker! it’s spring time.

It might be a week away from that infernal Equinox but just the same it is spring or my name isn’t Mr. Loofah Twaddlethorn. The grass and the growing leaves up upon the bottomland hardwood, illuminated by the sunshine, were of that hue of green that you can’t quite put your finger upon because you aren’t sure if it really exists. It’s sort of a hallucinogenic color of green. Or so I’ve been told.

The flowers are beginning to bloom, both those wild-growing weeds and those that were planted by the lady down the road. You know, the one with the house that appears as if it is a Southern fortress ringed with the brightest, prettiest azaleas and camellias you’ve seen in maybe 30 minutes.

And other manifestations of spring seem to be gripping me as time wears on toward an official change of seasons.

I feel worthless. That’s not to say I feel particularly bad. In fact, I may feel a bit better than normal. I just don’t feel like doing anything except to kick back and let the sunshine (in).

As well, and this might bring some disgust to someone who knows that I am a geezer-in-training, I noticed pretty girls, women-type-folks, with their skin exposed a might more than has been the norm. And even that which is unexposed all walks with a particularly fascinating perpetual motion. Yes, and it made me feel good. Me, the grumpy old man who sometimes writes sentences that are too long.

Spring. A young man’s fancy turns to love, or what’s love got to do with it. And maybe an old(er) man’s fancy turning to living and what’s life got to do with it. And I think I fancy taking a nap.

A breaking, tragic event, leaves a touch of nostalgia

It’s hard for me to sit on the sidelines on days like today.

A courthouse shooting leaving one dead and four injured, of the kind which makes the national news happened today here in Beaumont.

Here is great breaking news report by Houston-based Michael Graczyk, the sharp Associated Press writer whose byline most people see on stories about the prison system and executions. He has attended just about every execution for AP since Texas restored the death penalty.

Unfortunately, when big stories such as these break, it is usually when people die violently from some source of the other. People still want to know the story — who it happened to and who or what caused it; what happened; when the event took place and the timeline, if pertinent; in what location or locations the event happened; and lastly, why it happened. It might take awhile to learn the latter, whether days, months or even years.

It is a rush reporting a captivating “spot” story whether one is reporting from the field or back in the office doing the rewrite. If you told me 20 years ago I would find rewriting what reporters at the scene report and then timely crafting the information into an interesting and informing story, I might have said you were smoking crack. Either reporting from the scene or back at the desk is a challenge for someone who wants to and has a burning desire to tell a story that is important to untold numbers of people who are trying to find out “what is going on?”

Reading some of the early coverage of this tragic event givse me pause as to just how good social media is for reporting or more specifically, how can it better used? Much of what I saw early on was a conglomeration of disparate parts of the story. Some information came from witnesses, some from someone who held some type of officialdom even though this person may be commenting something that is nothing more than hearsay. For instance, I read a “live” Twitter feed of the police press conference held a couple hours after the incident. It was difficult to determine just who was speaking and just what the relation was between the person speaking and the “newser.”

My “wistfulness” and my take on how journalists were tackling the story isn’t at all to make light of what happened. After all, this is my city and what happened affected my “neighbors” and their families.

If I might, one last time, take from my experience in journalism to look at what happened I would point at where this happened and the immediate event that may have triggered it.

You may think you hear a lot about courthouse shootings. I don’t know how many actually happen a year. When such an incident occurs it automatically is a larger than normal story no matter the city or town where it takes place. Courthouses — whether local, state or federal –are the almost sacred temples of our laws and the people who look to those laws for protection and for fairness. When one is on trial for their life or reputation or is seeking relief over a property or familial issue, one naturally will find high emotion. In the case of this shooting it appears the alleged shooter was on trial for the very serious charge of aggravated sexual assault.

We have armed security and metal detectors in most of our courthouses these days. The Jefferson County Courthouse, where this happened, is no exception. But even those dedicated individuals who guard our courthouses and screen those who enter cannot keep a built-in emotion at bay. So this happens. No arguments about guns because they are useless. The genie is out of the bottle when it comes to guns.

It’s a sad event. But for one who spent a great deal of his life writing about such happenings and surrounded by the drama of the moment it leaves an old newshound with just a tiny bit of nostalgia.

My sorrow for those lost or injured goes without saying.

Daylight Savings Time: Time to flash forward wide awake!!

This time change has hit me harder than past ones I can remember. I have just been dragging myself around the last few days. I think the ideal time change is when you have a week off. I remember several time changes during vacations in which I was ready for the grind whenever work came around.

I realize I am not the only one affected by the clocks being moved ahead one hour. It is well-known that a number of injuries happen during the time change to Daylight Savings Time. This sobering assortment of facts from the Injury Board tells the story:

“Studies show that there is an increase in car crashes in the week after changing the clock forward an hour. Sleep habits change and accidents happen when a person is deprived of sleep. For a person with good sleeping habits it takes about five (5) days to adapt to the time change. A person without good sleep habits may take longer to adapt. The loss of sleep also adds stress and distractions to people operating cars and heavy machinery.”

The Tampa-based Injury Board is “a growing community of attorneys, media professionals, safety industry experts, and local activists committed to making a difference by helping families stay safe and avoid injury, and helping those who are injured get the assistance they need to move on with their lives after an accident.”

Ah, but all is not lost. Some sane advice from the Injury Board includes:

“To ease the transition to Daylight Savings Time and avoid accidents some suggestions are to increase exercise and immediately try to expose yourself.”

Oops. My bad. That should be: “To ease the transition to Daylight Savings Time and avoid accidents some suggestions are to increase exercise and immediately try to expose yourself to daylight upon waking up.

Yes, exposing yourself to sunlight makes more sense than to just expose yourself. Don’t you think?

I’m tired. I think I’ll take a nap.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Home team sports “Son of Knight” in the “Big Dance”

Let’s talk a little sports.

There is a university in the town where I reside. I didn’t go there. One of my brothers did. A bunch of people from my high school went there. But I didn’t. The biggest connection to Lamar University that I have is that it’s located down M.L.K. Boulevard a couple of miles. It was practically in the neighborhood when I lived in Beaumont the first time, some 33 years ago. Back before my South Park neighborhood was transformed into a poorer and blacker shell of itself by White Flight. That sounds racist. It isn’t meant to be. It is just one of those urban phenomenons which always seems to be tinged by race that happens these days. It’s akin to the NBA having evolved from the days its star players were medium-sized Jewish guys to the present with gigantic fellows of all ethnicities, albeit mostly Black Americans.

Your geography/sports history lesson out of the way, I don’t go to Lamar athletic games. I should, especially since the school has fielded a football team for the last couple of years after abandoning the sport in the late 1980s. That team is coached by someone I know, or at least had a decent conversation with one time.

I sat and talked with the now-Lamar football coach, Ray Woodard, one time a bit more than 20 years ago. He came to where I edited a small-town weekly newspaper to see my secretary — yes I had a secretary once; three different ones actually– with whom he went to school. So I was glad when Woodard was hired to resurrect the Cardinals football team.

But I wanted to say a few words about the Lamar basketball team. The Cardinals are in the NCAA tournament for the first time in more than 12 years and have been guided to the “Dance” in the Bobby Knight tradition. That’s because Lamar is coached by Pat Knight, his son.

Lamar Cardinals Head Coach Pat Knight, far right, as an assistant for his father, Bob Knight at Texas Tech. The younger Knight had a losing record after replacing his father as Red Raiders head coach. Now Pat Knight leads the Cardinals to the NCAA tournament. Courtesy Wikimedia Commons. Photo by Steven Wilke

Pat Knight isn’t Bobby Knight, but he is his father’s son. He also learned from the master as a player under Knight Sr. at Indiana and later as an assistant coach under the elder Knight at Indiana and Texas Tech. Pat Knight took the reins from his Dad at Lubbock. It wasn’t the best of times. He was fired at Tech with a 62-69 record after three seasons as head coach.

Knight inherited a group of talented underachievers at Lamar. The mostly junior-senior group will play Vermont in the first round of the NCAA tournament Wednesday in Dayton. The Cardinals should win this game and go on to face No. 1 seed North Carolina. “Should” is the operative word. Pat Knight garnered quite a bit of media attention when he ripped his team during a news conference after losing in the Southland Conference tournament to my alma mater Stephen F. Austin. Said the younger Knight:

“We’ve got the worst group of seniors right now that I’ve ever been associated with,” Pat Knight said. “Their mentality is awful. Their attitude is awful. It’s been their (custom) for the last three years.

“We’ve had problems with these guys off the court, on the court, classroom, drugs …. If you act this way in the real world, you’re going to be homeless, without a job.

Here is a great story by David Whitely in Sporting News that puts the “rant” — which turned out to be the motivation the Lamar bunch needed — in context. The blast and others Knight made this season toward an often listless Cardinal team were controversial but also applauded by many. I didn’t care for a lot of the temper tantrums shown by Bob Knight during his coaching years, but I still admire that the man expected more out of the young players than just bouncing a ball. It just so happens that he is a big fan of — surprise — education. Imagine that at a college! Some 80 percent of Bob Knight’s Indiana players graduated while the NCAA average was 40 percent. The younger Knight also seems follow his father’s sense of priorities.

Can the “Son of Knight’s” Cardinals get past the first round? On paper they should. They appear to be favored to beat the Catamounts. What the hell is a catamount anyway? Well, according to Western Carolina University’s site — their moniker also is the Catamounts — it a wildcat found in the Appalachians which is kind of like a cougar or puma or maybe a lynx or some other “souped-up wildcat.” Getting back to the game, the Cards past performances and the rants which followed, show that nothing is a given for this bunch that was recruited B.K. (Before Knight.)

Knight also had his Lamar team square off with top contenders during the regular season which resulted in 20-point-land losses but apparently with a decent effort against then-No. 3 Kentucky and then-No. 2 Ohio. So if this Cardinal team plays a good game against North Carolina after having to first dispose of the Catamounts, it will not be surprising.

If Lamar beat a North Carolina or replayed Kentucky to a win, I will be shocked. If they were somehow to come from out of nowhere and make and win the Fab Four or Terrible Two or the Awesome One or whatever the last of the big NCAA tournament hype is called, I would be flabbergasted. I would have a lot of company, like most of the remaining world which first and foremost would probably include that underachieving team from Beaumont, Texas.