About that pro-police rally in NYC on Dec. 19

#BlackLivesMatter in Paris, France.
#BlackLivesMatter in Paris, France.

There’s a pro-police rally in New York City at City Hall. (As is their right, *** updated Dec. 18 and as commenter ‘Love It’ points out, is not sponsored by the NYPD but by police supporters.) As a public relations professional, I think it will further hinder relations, making them sound like they’re anti #BlackLivesMatter. I mean, really, what other way can it possibly look?

Why not do something like this, this, or this?

Police in Lowell, Michigan, have a good PR strategy.
Police in Lowell, Michigan, are DOING, not talking.

So many examples of showing how you’re “WITH” the people out there, and those are just from recent days. It’s a shame the NYPD doesn’t see that. Talk about missing opportunities to win people over on your side.

I discussed this rally, and how we debate contentious topics such as guns, abortion, or the police, with a colleague and friend today. We both think the ‘you’re either with us or against us,’ attitude individual police (or police-related) friends we both have, is misguided. Especially when so many of us are willing to have nuanced discussions about this topic, that–news flash!most of the world is now paying close attention to.

It is not every police officer. That should be a given, though, I guess I can’t be surprised it comes off that way when people take things personally. As I’ve said in the past, when Bernie Madoff was arrested, did every banker feel offended at the criticism? When a teacher is arrested for statutory rape, do others go on the offensive? When a doctor is sued for malpractice, does every physician panic that the public at large is watching? Yes, I know, these are not apples to apples comparisons, but my point is it’s bigger than YOU.

And then my friend put it perfectly: “It’s part of a larger culture. Violence is how we get things done [when it comes to ‘others’]. (Ed. words in parenthesis mine.) It’s not education, or empathy, it’s violence. It’s the same reason we can’t open schools in Pakistan, but we can send drones over there.”

Well said.

I had a bad day. I had a good day.

I only slept one hour last night. Allergies, itchy throat and a dry cough kept me up. That was bad.

My monthly Metropass ran out. The machines at 169th weren’t accepting cash OR credit. That was infuriating.

I had to walk four blocks, find a business to give me change for a $20 and see a snotty attendant. I’m not going to call that bad because her job sucks. I’m sure she had a bad day.

I was 40 minutes late to work. (Not good. Yet I commute to a job that I truly enjoy and have a boss that understands I don’t just work 9 to 5, Monday through Friday: good.)

At work, my colleague told me that my tweet about the MTA’s incompetent machines made it onto Gothamist. That was pretty good.

Then a reporter with a major daily newspaper in the Philadelphia area agreed to talk to one of my Fordham professors on an interesting story. My day was looking up. We’ll see if she quotes him. That would be good.

Later, I sent a gentle email nudging an editor about a story I had been pitching him on for weeks was going to make it into Rolling Stone. It did. This was extremely good.

Then I went to the gym (good) and later dropped the belt of my sweater in the toilet (bad.)

I washed it (meh) and returned to my office, where I worked until 7 p.m. (good, trust me. It’s good to be busy.)

“Drunk as hell but no throwin up
Half way home and my pager still blowin up
Today I didn’t even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day (shit!)”