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THE OBSERVER | WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 3, 2016
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‘O brave new world . . . .’ By Karen Zautyk
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ore evidence (as if we needed any) that the world is going mad: According to the people who keep track of such things, new parents have begun naming their babies after Pokemon characters. For girls, the names Eevee, Onyx and Roselia have been gaining in popularity, while Ash is a new choice for boys. (I suppose I shouldn’t mock this, because I just found out there is also a Pokemon character called Karen.) While Eevee, Onyx, Roselia and Ash, are not excruciatingly weird, I will not be surprised if, a few years from now, pre-school classes are filled with kids named Gorm, Snattle, Squirtle, Geodude, Jigglypuff, Igglybuff and Wigglytuff. And more than one Pikachu. The name game appears to be an offshoot of the recently
launched Pokemon Go game that is sweeping the world. Humans, their eyes glued to the maps on their smartphones, are wandering hither and thither in search of Pokemon creatures, hoping to a “capture” a record number. Problem 1: The hunters often do not watch where they are walking and wander out into traffic. Problem 2: The traffic includes some cars operated by morons who are playing the game while driving. Do yourself a favor and Google “Pokemon car crashes.” As for the players on foot, two men in California accidentally walked off a cliff a couple of weeks ago. You’d think one of the duo would have noticed they were nearing the edge. Luckily, they survived, reportedly with only “moderate” injuries. (Perhaps there should be a Pokemon character named Lemming.)
photo. That’s the main gate at Auschwitz, bearing the sentiment “Arbeit Macht Frei” -- roughly translated “Work shall make you free.” (A sick joke if ever there was one.) To think that Pokeman Go chose a concentration camp as a place where cute little characters could be hunted is nothing less than obscene. I cannot even think of a word to describe the sort of mindless person who would actually play the game there. Where would they look Wikipedia for Pikachu? In one of the gas chambers? In an oven Washington and Arlington Now, you might be wonin the crematorium? Would dering what the photo on this National Cemetery. Comthey be having “fun”? page has to do with Pokemon plaints have been filed, so Are the younger genthe programmers may have Go. The answer is: Everyerations (the prime game removed these locales by thing. fanatics) that ignorant of now. But the fact that these, Last week, my colleague history? Are they that ignoand others equally inapproRon Leir touched upon a rant, period? Or worse, do priate, were chosen in the disturbing problem with the first place is more than mind- they simply dismiss history, game -- the fact that among and the existence of evil, as boggling. the maps players can follow irrelevant to their selfish, It is frightening. are of sites such as the 9/11 The game site that shocked egocentric lives? Memorial at Ground Zero, If so, God help them, and us the most is the one in the the Holocaust Museum in everyone else.
Cop’s fear: ‘vilification for something I do’ By Capt. Timothy Wagner Kearny Police Department Special to The Observer I recently gave the following response to a friend on Facebook and my comments seemed to have a perspectivechanging impact on many of the people who read it. In light of recent local and national news articles, I am submitting it to give a glimpse into how quickly and iniquitously a good officer can be transformed by the traditional and social media into a “racist murderer” who must be brought to “justice.” I hope this passage allows the reader to step into my shoes and feel the fear of
officers who want to serve honorably, but know that they can be swept up in a story of half-truths without being allowed a voice to challenge their accusers. Quietly, one of my biggest fears as a police officer is that I might have to do something ugly for the community and then suffer vilification by America without an opportunity to explain myself. My family, on the other hand, fears more that this will create hesitation in me that will lead to my demise. Years ago, I chased a guy alone, on foot, into the Kearny meadows. He was running
from a serious head-on crash for reasons unknown at the time. I caught up to him as he was beginning a bad job of hiding among the weeds. I got him out at gunpoint into a clearing and put him face down on the ground. I was a very new officer and had a million things running through my head. I was also out of breath, dripping sweat and feeling the sickening weakness and stomach drop of a post-adrenaline dump. I had just run in the heat in all my gear, polyester uniform, and a vest that feels not unlike a lead vest a dentist throws on your chest before your teeth
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get X-rayed. Recalling police academy training, I thought it best to hold the man at gunpoint until a backup arrived before handcuffing him. I was afraid that if he fought or pulled a weapon while mine was holstered to facilitate handcuffing, I would be at a disadvantage. To head off any confusion, I calmly told him to stay where he was and that I was awaiting a second officer before we did anything else. All of a sudden, he starts getting up — mind you I’m 10 feet away pointing a gun at him — and now I’m screaming for him to get down. I was
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even motioning down with my free hand in case he didn’t speak English and trying to remember if I knew how to say “get down” in Spanish. In this split second, I couldn’t fathom why a person would not listen to a cop pointing a gun at him. Was he going to come at me, run away, grab a weapon? I didn’t even know who he was or why he ran. The man doesn’t listen to me. He gets to his feet, makes eye contact — but totally disregards me. He reaches behind his back with his left hand as see COLUMN page
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