Cop Who Shot And Killed Young Black Man Sent Kaepernick Something He’ll NEVER Be Able To Forget…
San Francisco quarterback Colin Kaepernick has received angry tweets, supportive tweets, boos and cheers since making the controversial decision to sit during the playing of the national anthem last week as a protest over what he perceives as racial oppression in America.
Photographs of him wearing socks depicting a cartoon pig wearing a blue police cap only served to fuel the debate as fans, sports commentators, pundits and even politicians speculated about the former starting QB’s sudden need to “take a seat” just as he lost his starting position to a relatively undistinguished replacement.
But it’s unlikely he has received anything like the open letter from a retired cop who dared to challenge his perception of police officers.
Chris Amos began his letter to the 26-year-old multimillionaire, “I am one of the reasons you are protesting. You see I am a retired police officer that had the misfortune of having to shoot and kill a 19-year-old African-American male.”
If Kaepernick chooses to read on, he may gain some real understanding that leads him to an “ah-ha” moment and a better way to work toward social justice.
Amos wrote about the similarities between the two men.
“You know, Colin, the more I think about it, the more we seem to have in common,” pointing out that they both wore uniforms, were blindsided by an attacker, suffered injuries as part of the cost of their respective jobs, relied on quick, on-the-spot medical attention, and both drew pay when they were unable to work.
That’s where Amos’s letter takes an unexpected turn.
He risked his life in service to a community that sometimes disrespects, taunts and even shoots at that uniform; Kaepernick wears the uniform of a grown man playing a game, who is idolized by fans and fawned over by the media.
Amos made his powerful point with eloquence.
Where Kaepernick faced defensive ends trying to sack him behind the line of scrimmage, Amos was blindsided by “a couple of rounds fired from a gun about 2 feet away into my chest and thigh.”
“You have probably ruined a jersey or two on the field of play. I still have my blood-stained shirt that my partner and paramedics literally ripped off my back that cold night in January. Fortunately, like you I was given a new one.”
Amos closed speaking real truth to a young man whose athleticism has given him power.
“Are there some bad apples within my profession? Absolutely, and they need to be identified and fired or arrested!”
“But you know what, the vast majority do the right thing, the right way, for the right reason…. To answer the call to protect and serve their fellow citizens.”
Mentioning his colleagues and friends who have fallen in the line of duty, Amos ends with a promise.
“And so whether you stand or sit during the national anthem means very little to me. We will continue to protect and continue to serve and we will be standing at attention, Colin, not just for the playing of our national anthem, but far more importantly for the playing of Taps.”
Here is the open letter in it's entirety:
An Open Letter to Colin Kaepernick,
Dear Colin guess you have been pretty busy these last few days. For the record I don’t think any more or less of you for not standing for the national anthem. Honestly, I never thought that much about you, or any professional athlete for that matter, to begin with. I’ve read your statement a few times and want you to know I am one of the reasons you are protesting. You see I am a retired police officer that had the misfortune of having to shoot and kill a 19-year-old African-American male. And just like you said, I was the recipient of about $3,000 a month while on leave, which was a good thing because I had to support a wife and three children under 7 years old for about 2 months with that money. Things were pretty tight because I couldn’t work part-time. Every police officer I’ve ever known has worked part-time to help make ends meet.
You know, Colin, the more I think about it, the more we seem to have in common. I really pushed myself in rehab to get back on the street, kind of like you do to get back on the field. You probably have had a broken bone or two and some muscle strains and deep bruising that needed a lot of work. I just had to bounce back from a gunshot wound to the chest and thigh. Good thing we both get paid when we are too banged up to “play,” huh? We both also know what it’s like to get blindsided. You by a 280-pound defensive end, ouch! Me, by a couple of rounds fired from a gun about 2 feet away into my chest and thigh. We also both make our living wearing uniforms, right? You have probably ruined a jersey or two on the field of play. I still have my blood-stained shirt that my partner and paramedics literally ripped off my back that cold night in January. Fortunately, like you I was given a new one. Speaking of paramedics aren’t you glad the second we get hurt trainers and doctors are standing by waiting to rush onto the field to scoop us up. I’m thankful they get to you in seconds. It only took them about 10 minutes to get to me. By the grace of God, the artery in my thigh didn’t rupture or else 10 minutes would have been about 9 minutes too late. We also have both experienced the hate and disgust others have just because of those uniforms we wear. I sure am glad for your sake that the folks who wear my uniform are on hand to escort you and those folks that wear your uniform into stadiums in places like Seattle!
I guess that’s where the similarities end, Colin. You entertain for a living, I and almost 800,000 others across this country serve and protect. Are there some bad apples within my profession? Absolutely, and they need to be identified and fired or arrested! But you know what, the vast majority do the right thing, the right way, for the right reason. Did I mention that seconds before I was shot, an elderly African-American gentleman walking down the sidewalk, turned to my partner and I as we rode past and said, “Get them.” Get who, you ask? The thugs terrorizing an otherwise good and decent neighborhood, home to dozens of good, decent African-American families trying to raise those families in communities not protected by gates and security guards. No these folks and families depend on America’s law enforcement officers.
Colin, I have buried 7 friends killed in the line of duty and three others who have committed suicide. I have attended more funerals than I care to remember of neighboring departments who have lost officers in the line of duty, during my career. Law enforcement officers with different backgrounds, upbringings and experiences united by their willingness to answer the call to protect and serve their fellow citizens.
Colin, I am sorry for the endorsement deals you may lose and the dip in jersey sales, but please know you will NEVER lose what these men and women and their families have lost. And so whether you stand or sit during the national anthem means very little to me. As for me and the men and women on whose team I was privileged to serve, we will put on our ballistic vests, badge and gun, kiss our loved ones goodbye, for some tragically for the last time, and out into a shift of uncertainty we will go. We will continue to protect and continue to serve and we will be standing at attention, Colin, not just for the playing of our national anthem, but far more importantly for the playing of Taps.
V/R (very respectfully),