Who Truly Deserves To be on Trial?

Well, I’ve been fairly quiet about things of late but feeling a lil chatty this morning so with coffee in hand and a lil motivated, I’ve decide to do a little writing. The trial of George Zimmerman is much talked about in the media and from what I’ve seen via Facebook, the black community too. Anytime there is a shooting and life is lost…it’s tragic. But when it involves a minority, I begin to cringe and wonder if justice will ever be served, for either party involved. I wonder this because in this day and age, race is still a hot button. But truth be told it’s only a hot button when folks with agendas and or the media needs ratings make it so.

The shooting in which a young man’s life was taken is tragic. And it’s tragic that a grown man’s life is ruined because he felt the need to ignore what many would call common sense. As I have a Hodge podge of friends on Facebook I read a lot of opinions on a lot of different subjects. Some I comment on and others I stay away from. Not because I’m afraid of conflict or disagreement (not this guy). Sometimes I don’t feel that commenting is necessary or that the person making the comment isn’t in a place to really have said discussion or debate with me so I let it alone. But on my wall, you can best bet I will.

Although George Zimmerman is HISPANIC, this trial is seemingly all about race. Merriam-Webster defines Race as a division of mankind possessing traits that are transmissible by descent and sufficient to characterize it as a distinct human type. Now there are others which state it is a  group of people who are generally considered to be physically distinct from other groups in some way, such as skin color, hair texture or facial features (size and shape of head, eyes, ears, nose, and lips, and color of eyes); considered to be distinct by themselves and/ or others.  Playing the “race card” usually rears its head in cases such as this and in the end it’s never really about justice. It appears to be more about one group trying to get what they feel is payback for slights or injustices over the years. And with the media’s help the story gets told from various perspectives based on group biases and agendas. And when the dust settles, lives are ruined, friendships strained and the only true winners are the media and the money which they made off of the “race card” being played. The media, whether television, radio, newspaper, magazines, or movies, teaches us about our culture, values, stereotypes, etc.  Television has had a major impact on our society.  The internet is also a major influence because we all know you can’t put anything on the net unless it’s true.  We live in an information age and sometimes we have access to too much information.

 

And one of the Medias favorite words to use and it’s not long before others have chimed in adding fuel to the fire; this word being racist. It is by far the most misused word within the English language. It as with any other word has a definition yet it is one of the few words where the true definition is ignored therefore it’s misused and placed in conversations or dialogue where it’s not only inappropriate but irresponsibly placed. The definition is actually very simple to understand.  A “Racist” is a person with a prejudiced belief that one race is superior to others. For real, that’s the definition? Yes sports fans…that’s the definition.  So yeah, the word is overly misused. Not agreeing with the President doesn’t make you racist. But if you’re any color than black, you can best believe that that’s what you will be called.

Zimmerman followed Trayvon not because he was racist but because he was SOCIALIZED to do so. His socialization process at some point taught him that if you see a young black man or kid out at night wearing stereotypical clothing walking in an area which you feel they typically don’t find them, you will come to the conclusion that they must be up to no good. Again, this is based on your socialization. The socialization process is an all-encompassing educational process from which values, goals, beliefs, attitudes, and sex-roles are acquired.  Socialization is nothing more than the educational process by which we learn everything. Just like many minorities are socialized to not trust the police or the system.

The community shares conduct and behavior through associations, school systems, club membership, or community projects.  Role models are available for our future behavior - teacher, banker, farmer, mechanic, welder, clerk, dentist, entertainer, stockbroker, manager, etc.  The impact of the local community is to imprint characteristics which develop the individual. A prime example of this was when Rachel Jeantel spoke at the trial. She was attacked and much of what she said was ignored by the masses. It’s sad that both her socialization and those listening to her hindered justice. Many simply heard how she was answering instead of what she was actually saying; reminds me of Wesley Snipes and Woody Harrleson in White Men Can’t Jump. A conversation takes place in which Snipes and Harrelson argue and Snipes explains that Harrelson can “listen” to Jimi Hendrix but he can’t “hear” Jimi Hendrix. In other words you hear the words but you’re not getting the meaning behind the words. Ms. Jeantel is a product of her environment and her socialization. Her language and heavy use of slang terminology is a result of her socialization. Just as Zimmerman’s choice to tail Trayvon and eventually confront him. Had Zimmerman been socialized better or differently i.e. less stereotypes, I’m sure he would not be on trial. Many of us have learned through our socialization to respect authority thus many of us would have listened to the 911 dispatcher and not followed. Ms. Jeantel is a product of her environment…plain and simple and her language is a result of said environment.

That is all about socialization and what should be on trial is the socialization process which takes place in this country not race. But the media and many of you are all guilty of not doing a lil research and educating yourselves on the true causes and what led to the shooting and the death of a young man. Because at the end of the day that’s what this is about; the shooting of a young man not a young BLACK man. Does the victim being black make his death that much worse than it would be if any other young man was killed? Nope. And guess what, if you don’t agree, that makes you a racist.

Leaving A Mark

     Well it’s Sunday morning and here I sit. Coffee in hand, birds singing, sun coming up…the start of another day on God’s green earth. In less than a week I will make the 10 hour journey to see three of the most important people in my life, Madison, Jerome and Jeffrey…my children. I haven’t seen them since X-mas. And yes there is Skype, texting and other forms of communication but to be the father of teenagers…for all intent and purpose I could be on the moon. It’s never easy being apart from your loved ones but time does heal wounds and allow some to move forward. It also gives way for growth and independence.


     It’s not the fact that my kids and I are so far apart…but more of the unjust strain placed on the relationship I have with them. See, it wasn’t how they were raised by their mother and I, and to see them act in a manner which goes against that teaching, their inner spirit, it’s a shame. I think back to when they were all running around in diapers, asking for this or that; trusting in us to lead them down the path towards adulthood. They were innocent souls…full of love, wonder and amazement. And over the years I watched them grow and struggle to hold on to that which was pure and innocent within them in a day and age when so many have forgotten and or spend so much time trying to suppress it.

     Kids are a blank slate when they are born. And then we adults imprint on them (values, attitudes, beliefs & norms) the best things we have within us and hope that as they grow older it’s enough to combat the other things that they will be exposed too as they grow and mature. Sometimes these outside influences will impact them in a negative way and others will be a positive. Some will cause great pain and strife and others…great joy. But all these “life experiences” are needed and valued.

     These things, these values/ beliefs are the foundations for what will make them into young people as well as adults as they mature. And through all these experiences we hope they turn out ok. I along with my former spouse for 12 years, as a married couple, showed them right, as well as what wrong look like. And now as parents, only in co-parenting circles, we must continue. This can be an easy task or a tough one. Because we are apart and live very, very different lives what’s important and pivotal to me may not be to her. Things I want my kids to practice and or believe in I have only text, phone and summer visits to discuss, influence and or mentor them in these values/ beliefs. It would be a much easier task if I along with their mother could communicate about these and come to a general consensus about the important things we want to leave with them and place personal feelings as well as agendas aside. But since we can not, I must wait my turn and not convince them whose right or who’s wrong but show them, teach them and talk with them. Allow them to absorb the material and then…do with it as they wish.

     Since they don’t reside with me my job or my way of thinking and living gets left out and they get an abundance of it from their Mom. And without communication, I have no way of knowing what they are being influenced with or by. I don’t know their friends (most of them), activities, or privy to mother child conversations. I’m blind in this regard and all I have is faith that what they are getting and or exposed to is still on the path which their mother and I set them on.

     So, I will spend my summer playing catch up; finding out about the past 6 months, the ups, the downs…listening to stories of joy and sorrow. All the things that have been experienced and learned that I unfortunately have missed out on. So this reunion will start sometime Friday evening and it will not stop until they are on their way back to school and life with their mother at the end of the summer. I will not force or coerce but guide and lead them down the path which will be of their choosing. I will spend my summer loving, guiding and just being a Dad. Because in the end…that is the greatest influence I have.

Faulty judging by race is still an issue in America.

The color of one’s skin has been the cause of much debate, pain and strife for years. You might ask why the color of a person’s skin is so important; does it really make a difference in who we are or how we are perceived by society? Most individuals in our society view race as simply the color of a person’s skin. What if I were to tell you that that is a false idea, and the color of your skin has nothing to do with a person’s race? If this is true, then we as a society will have to look deep within ourselves and reevaluate what we have been taught for most of our lives. Let’s look at a few of the definitions of race:

• DOD’s definition: A division of human beings identified by the possession of traits that are transmissible by descent and that are sufficient to characterize persons possessing these traits as a distinctive human genotype.

• Merriam-Webster: a division of mankind possessing traits that are transmissible by descent and sufficient to characterize it as a distinct human type.

• Other definitions of race: A group of people who are generally considered to be physically distinct from other groups in some way, such as skin color, hair texture or facial features (size and shape of head, eyes, ears, nose, and lips, and color of eyes); considered to be distinct by themselves and/ or others.

Now what can you take from those definitions? The third definition is one that is commonly used and or thought of when dealing with the subject of race. Now the first two, they will provoke thought and are in essence a truer definition of race rather than the third.

Generally speaking, when a reasonable person thinks of race, they may identify a person’s race based on the color of their skin. That, for the most part is the common practice and in the EO field we call it is called the Economizing Phenomenon, a perceptual shortcut. But when using that definition and/or that mind set, it leaves you open to error and possible embarrassment when dealing with others of a different race. For example, if you were to see a person in street cloths and he or she possesses a dark complexion; you may assume that he or she is a Black/African American. Did it ever cross your mind that they could be Puerto Rican, Arab or perhaps from South America? In the military, we see this all the time; you might assume individuals to be of one race, but when you see them in uniform and look at their name tag or listen to their speech, you find out that your assumption is incorrect. Even on TV you have a talk show host like Christina, who is Spanish with blonde hair and blue eyes: if you were to have the sound on your TV turned down, it’d be a safe bet that you’d assume that she was a white female talk show host.

Now let’s look at this scenario from another angle. Take a male who has brown hair, green eyes and looks like any other Caucasian/White male you may see walking down the street. Is it possible that this same male is of Black or African American descent, or that both his parents are? This isn’t just a theory, and has even been seen in movies throughout the years. You have The Human Stain, staring Sir Anthony Hopkins and Nicole Kidman in which Sir Anthony Hopkins’s character has hidden the fact that he is actually black; how he deals with it haunts him throughout his life. Also there is Imitation of Life, staring Lana Turner, Sandra Dee and Susan Kohner who played Sara, a light skinned black who passes as white; this was a very thought provoking movie of the late 50’s.

So if you’re using definition number three to define race then none of this is possible. But by using and understanding the first two definitions of race, then those two examples can and do exist in our society; you are now basing a person’s race on their genes, not the color of their skin. Genes do dictate just how we look or what traits are passed on to us. There are numerous Black/African Americans who, not by their choice, can pass, as some older folks call it as Caucasian/White. Their skin color was predetermined by the genes present in their parents’ bodies and it just so happened that the two genes that would give them a lighter complexion than say their siblings, were the two genes that met and combined together. Many such individuals faced an identity crisis when they had to choose how they would consider themselves in regards to race. Many just left it up to society as to how they would be perceived.

Whether it’s hair, eye color or baldness, the list of traits that are passed on is endless; no one is able to predict which ones will be present in our offspring or why they skip a generation or two. But this does happen and is even present in my own family. My youngest son has my father in-law’s hair line, while my other two sons have my hair line. Yet all three boys look alike. So as a society what are we to do? Do we walk up to people who look different than we do and ask what race do they consider themselves? Or do we simply just stop judging each other by the color of our skins and instead judge each other by individual behavior? I’d say the second sounds better; how about you?

As leaders in today’s military we must look within ourselves know our strengths, weaknesses and prejudices so that we can then set a positive example for our peers and Soldiers to emulate. This is accomplished by knowing and understanding that we are not all green and that we are individuals first and foremost. And even though we’d like to think it’s not so, there are folks in our ranks who dislike people because people are not the same.

So what it all boils down to is how we, as a society, choose to view each other. It’s a personal choice we make to not judge or classify a people based solely on their skin color. Think about what has been said and how society operates. Education is a great and wonderful thing; it gives us the ability to grow and learn in so many different ways.

A Letter To The Editor

Mr. Jones,


It’s Sunday night for me…it’s snowing and it’s been a very sad weekend. The Bulldogs have fallen short of their quest for a state title. We are 13 hours ahead of you here in Korea which translates to an early and painful Saturday morning for me. It’s early because I too can be very superstitious. (smile) I get up between 5:00 and 6:30am so that I can call my son Alex. Sometimes he answers…sometimes I leave a message, but I do it to leave a message telling him I’m proud of him, I love him and to do his thing. Normally by the time the game is over, I’m at the gym playing racquetball with friends. This makes it a lil easier to hold on until I know the game is over and Alex will be able to tell me how things went. I normally let out a holler at which many heads turn to see who the crazy guy jumping up and down is.

I woke up early Saturday and grabbed my cell to make my Friday afternoon call. I spoke to him and even said a few extra words of encouragement and hung up smiling. But this Saturday was a lil different. It was a semi-final game taking place in Bulldog stadium and I was unable to play racquetball to help take my mind off waiting. Friday morning I had sprained my ankle running PT, so after my call…all I could do was sit in my lazyboy…staring at the clock. Staring at the clock and watching the minutes tick off. “The game should be starting…they should be in the second quarter…half time…game should be done and he’s in the lockeroom”, sitting there just waiting, waiting and waiting. God it’s painful

You’d think I was playing and it only got worse as I looked and saw that it was time to call. My hand shaking I dialed his cell. Then I heard him say hello…my heart sank. He’s my son you see and a Dad knows…a Dad knows. But I had to ask anyway. “How’d you guys do?”, I said. I could hear his voice quiver and those two words, the ones I have been dreading to hear for over 12 weeks when I make that call, “We lost.”

My heart sank and I fell into my lazyboy. I quickly told him I was proud, I loved him and I’d call him Sunday evening like I have done all season to talk about the preceding Friday’s game. I knew he was starting to cry and I needed to get off the phone. For him…but for me too. I had tears already streaming down my face; tears of joy and sadness. Joy because I’m so very proud of him and his teammates and sad ones, because I was not there. I wasn’t there to hug him and tell him I proud after that so very hurtful loss. I remember last year going down on the field after the loss to Bowling Green and the look in his face as I hugged him as did his lil brothers. The ride home was quiet, we stopped by McD’s as we always did and once home he went to his room where I just let him be.

There would be no hug from Dad this past Friday, just a phone call from half a world away. And when I read your piece about him sitting on the stairs in the stadium alone…God that stung and the tears streamed once again. I could see him sitting there with his hands in his head, wondering if he could have done something more…anything. I tell myself if I was there…and then I think, I’m not and it hurts that much more. I’ll call him in the morning after PT like I always do. It’ll be Sunday evening like it has been all season. But there will be no talk of football. We’ll talk about school and the weather and anything else but. I’ll hang up and I always do after telling him I love him and how proud I am. Then I’ll head off to work.

Mr. Jones, I wrote all this to say…thank you. Thank you for covering my son’s games this past season. Thank you for keeping a Dad that’s so far away…just a lil bit closer for just a little while. Sometimes we go through our days wondering why we do what we do and do we make a difference. Well Mr. Jones you made a difference for me this past season. I sent every article to friends and family all season. I’ll do the same tonight before I go to bed. But I just needed to say thank you and let you know what your pieces have meant to me these past months. So again Mr. Jones…Thank You.

When Is It Time?

When is it time to move on? A simple question to some but not such a simple answer. A few weeks ago I accepted a “friend” request from my middle son on facebook. He is a teenager now and though we don’t live in the same state I like to be as connected as I can. We text and he shares his artwork with me which is amazing and he’s becoming quite the artist. His ability to draw as I do gives us a bond of sorts, a special connection. Well it has been asked numerous times by friends if I have heard anything from my former spouse and I happily say I have not. Quite frankly I had thought that since she didn’t get the results she hoped for by contact Family advocacy here at Bragg with accusations of harassment and with me getting engaged and now married would have been the final straw to put it all to an end. An end being her leaving me and my relationship with my kids alone and moving on with her life. 

So when I friended my son I did so thinking it was ok, she wouldn’t be using his or the other’s profile to “creep” my facebook page. Why would she? I’m married, she gets her child support on time, the car is paid for and is hers free and clear, I don’t contact her…in short I’m fully out of her life and she has stated she wants desperately. So yeah…now I’m gonna connect with my kids. Well that optimistic thought left yesterday afternoon when I noticed that my son, well his account had commented on a picture I posted that spoke of accountability and choices. A comment that any reader can clearly see was that not of a 14 year old. And when I contacted my son he had no idea what I was talking about.

So that prompted me to ask, when is it time to move on? I mean it’s been five years, when will she stop. When will these immature antics cease? I have spoken too many about this and one friend said at about the five year mark, the other final figures it’s a lost cause and moves on with their life. Another said she will never move on as long as she can use the kids and our relationship. As long as she can guilt them she has some power. So that means it’s gonna be a long while because until they are grown and out of her house. She will continue to make their lives difficult when it comes to having a relationship with me. No parent should use their kids as pawns or to seek some sort of misguided revenge on the other. But such is life. Like the photo I posted citing it is we who are responsible for our actions and to blame for the wrongs and the rights set forth by our actions which in turn affect our lives.

Well, I’m sure I won’t be hearing from my kids for a few days because she has more likely started brow beating them and I’m sure Rome got into it with her. She ruined Alex and I’s relationship by guilting him and it seems Rome is her next target. So what is a father to do? Cut off communication so that I save them from her berates and attacks because it’s what she does…takes it out on them? I won’t be one of those fathers who turns their back on their kids so as to avoid an uncomfortable situation. So its five years later and everyone seems to have made peace, re-event and move forward except one. Which leaves you with one last fleeting thought-when is it time to move on.

"Are You a Leader?"

I have gone back and forth and had some pretty good and healthy debates with family and friends about life in our country as well as those in charge. Often my views are challenged because as a Black man, I am stereotyped and expected to see, think and feel a certain way about things within our society. especially our President. Well that just ain’t me. So I spent the last two days working on a post about leaders in an attempt to educate and inform others as to how come I think the way I do and to emphasize, focus and direct my displeasure with our Government and those within. It's directed at one place and one place only…Leadership. So here is my attempt at shedding some light on my views. Hope you enjoy

Are You A Leader?

BY JYD

 

   For sometime now I have observed our nations leaders (and I use that term loosely) and thought to myself, “Are these really our leaders?” And I ask that in all honesty because by definition these individuals are leaders yet they appear not too lead.
   I have personally been a leader since 1991 and around leaders all my life yet what I have seen, heard and lived is not the same as what I have seen from them. Looking at our nations leaders I question their desire to place others at the forefront and do what’s best for our country.
   Over the past few months I have made numerous comments about our nations “leaders” and how I view them as well as what I think of them.
   I have read responses about their party affiliation, skin color, “they don’t like the poor,” it’s a conspiracy you name it I have read it and heard it.
   But at no time did anyone ever really comment about them as leaders and their ability to lead, be a leader and their leadership ability.
   Which again makes me wonder, are those in charge of our nation really leaders?
    And what makes someone a good leader? Is it training, schooling or college education?
   What are the main ingredients that formulate and then produce a leader?
   Is there any one thing you can have or posses that will magically endow you with leadership abilities?
   Just what is a leader?

   Merriam-Webster defines a Leader as, a person who leads, a person who directs a military force or unit, and a person who has commanding authority or influence.
    Ok, that gives us someplace to start, something to call a foundation for a discussion about leader(s) and leadership. And we in the military “breed” leaders; we too have our own definition of a leader.
    An Army leader is anyone who by virtue of assumed role or assigned responsibility inspires and influences people to accomplish organizational goals. Army leaders motivate people both inside and outside the chain of command to pursue actions, focus thinking and shape decisions for the greater good of the organization.
    So, when you put those two definitions together it truly does lend to the foundation of and understanding just what a leader is. Because leaders are found everywhere within our society so you need not get too wrapped up in semantics (us vs. them) but focus more or the spirit of what a leader is and does.

    So a Leader in essence leads and has attributes, such as character, presence and intellect. While character relates to the internal identity of the leader, presence attributes relate how others see the leader and intellect relates to what abilities and knowledge the leader possesses to think and interact with others. Leaders take the initiative and they move the organization (or nation) forward in an attempt to make it better or to accomplish a goal established by them or one placed on them by others. So that thought process is one I have learned as well as bought into.
    A leader places the desires of themselves last and that of the organization or its people first and foremost. Collective leadership refers to the combined effects and synergies when leaders at different levels synchronize their leadership actions to achieve a common purpose. High performing collective leadership occurs when leadership processes are mutually reinforcing and the result is greater than the sum of its parts—a sense of shared responsibility for the unit exists.
    Wow, do you think this is something that Congress, the Senate; hell...both political parties should adhere too?A leader doesn’t seek the spot light nor makes others look bad in an attempt to make themselves look better in theirs or others eyes. And I myself along with hundreds of others would agree and view a leader as such.

    You can’t have leader without leadership. Again, looking at Merriam-Webster, Leadership is the office or position of a leader, capacity to lead and the act or an instance of leading. And how is this explained within the military? Being a leader and leadership is so very vital to knowing and understanding the roles, responsibilities and its very make up that we have a manual that solely focuses on it, ADP 6-22 Army Leadership.
    And it defines it as such; Leadership is the process of influencing people by providing purpose, direction, and motivation to accomplish the mission and improve the organization. A section of 6-22 reads: “The Army requires leadership to make choices and establish unifying direction for the organization. Organizations have multiple sources to monitor and assess situations and provide input for decisions; however, a central leader must oversee and ultimately accept responsibility for the conduct of missions. Leadership is a process of influence. Since first publishing leadership doctrine in 1948, the Army has consistently defined leadership as a process. This is significant because a process can be learned, monitored and improved. While personality and innate traits affect a process, the Army endorses the idea that good leadership doesn’t just happen by chance but is a developable skill. A leader influences other people to accomplish a mission or fulfill a purpose. The means of influence include actions to convey motivation. Accomplishing the current mission is not enough—the leader is responsible for developing individuals and improving the organization for the near and long-term."
       So do you think we take terms like leader and leadership likely?

             Leaders and leadership is color blind. It’s about your actions and or lack their of in times of crisis or when you’re simply required to lead. In the military, it’s pretty much all we NCOs (Non-Commissioned Officers) and Commissioned Officers do on a day to day basis. “Army leaders accept the responsibility to develop and lead others to achieve results. We follow and swear an oath. Fulfilling that oath, leaders will face—and have to overcome—fear, danger, and physical and moral adversity while caring for those they lead and protecting the organization entrusted to them. It takes personal courage to take the initiative to make something happen rather than standing by or withdrawing and hoping events will turn out well. Leaders require personal courage when confronting problems of discipline or disorderly conduct, when innovation and adaptation are needed to try something that has never been done before, when leading Soldiers in harm’s way, when being candid with a superior about a risky or improper course of action, when deferring to a more technically competent subordinate, or when freeing units and personnel to solve problems. Leaders must have the courage to make tough calls, to discipline or demand better when required. Consistent and fair leaders will earn the respect of their followers.” So do you see where I’m coming from and how we within the military (Army) view leaders and leadership? I could go on and on because this is just the tip of the iceberg.

    When I got to Ft. Carson in 2002 I was assigned to be the Platoon Sergeant for a Scout Platoon, a dream come true.
   While out doing PT (Physical Training) I ran into the Battalion Command Sergeants Major and he briefly spoke to me about the platoon.

   “I ain’t gonna lie to you Sergeant Dingle,” as he moved off to one side of the sidewalk.
   “The Scout platoon has got some problems.” he said.

    “I’m tracking Sergeant Major.” I replied.
    “I spoke with the First Sergeant yesterday and he explained it all to me.”

    “Good, I’m confident you can fix the issues,” he ended.

  “”Airborne! Sergeant Major.”

             The conversation ended as he walked off towards the motorpool.
             I stood there for a while thinking and as I walked off I reflected on the previous day’s conversation I had with the First Sergeant.
             I had been looking for the unit for two days while I inprocessed and was driving around when I finally found it.
             I decided to drop in and say hello to any platoon members that maybe around and to also pay a visit to the First Sergeant and introduce myself.
             He was in and I knocked on the door.

   “First Sergeant, Sergeant First Class Dingle. I’m the new Scout Platoon Sergeant,” as I extended my hand forward.

   “Nice to meet you Sergeant Dingle; have a seat, do you have something to write with?” he asked.

   “Yes First Sergeant,” I said.

   “OK, have a seat I need to tell you some things and about an incident which happened in the platoon.”

     I sat down and I thought this was just gonna be the typical chat, you know, are you married, where are you from, do you have kids, are you settled in, the typical “new guy” questions.
     Nope, I listened to Top talk about some of the problems within the platoon.
     One after another, the former Platoon Sergeant, the Platoon Leader, the NCOs…you got to be kidding me, I had inadvertently asked for this and I was getting it.

     So as I walked off from the brief chat with the Sergeant Major I thought to myself, “I just got handed a shit sandwich.” Fast forward to two years later when we have returned from a year in Iraq and I’m being told I have to step down as the Platoon Sergeant.
     I arguably had the best platoon in the Battalion and I had no choice but to let it go. I took over fixed the issues and left it a 100 times better then I received it.
     I had an amazing platoon.
     You see, I’m a leader. And as a leader you don’t have the luxury of getting things the way you want them. I was handed a platoon and was expected to excel…period. No excuses, no blaming the other guys. It was my platoon and if we failed or became successful it was on me and PL (Platoon Leader), what we did or didn’t do as leaders.
     And that’s where it starts and ends…with a leader and their leadership.

     So when I’m watching Gen (ret.) Petraeus admit to having an affair, make no excuses for his behavior and then step down I’m reminded that that is what a leader does. Seek responsibility and take responsibility for their actions. This man had an affair which really had no bearing on his ability to do his job yet he stepped down. The flip side to that coin is our Secretary of State Hillary Clinton. She was in charge, she was the leader. Yet this past week she down played her role, gave speeches instead of answers, never once took responsibility for her inability to lead effectively and or take charge of those under her.
     Four people died on her watch yet she still has a job and wasn’t removed. I know many leaders within the service who have lost their positions for far less infractions. What about me? Had I not turned the platoon around would I have kept my job? No, see in my world when you fail to lead you get removed and placed elsewhere with less responsibilities or none until a time where you show you can handle the increased responsibilities and if you can’t, you are quietly moved from job to job until you move out and move on.

     I see some of President Obama’s actions as no different. He started running for office when George Bush was elected to his second term. He was a Senator so you can’t tell me he didn’t already have an idea as to the state of the government as well as the nation before he won the democratic nomination and subsequently won the election. “America has a debt problem. I intend to oppose the effort to increase America’s debt limit,” Sen. Barack Obama, March 16, 2006. He didn’t walk into the office blind; he knew then if he had a chance of getting elected into the office of the President what he’d have to deal with as well as how party members would in-turn act. I didn’t walk into my position blind. I knew there were problems and I was going to have to deal with. He knew our nation was in trouble but he sought out and asked for the job and then pledged to move us all forward. I was a leader and it was now my Platoon. Right or wrong, good or bad, all eyes were on me. Well he ran for office, won, then seemed to spend a lot of time talking about the “shit sandwich” he had been handed. Now in his second term, nothing has really changed. When my Soldiers screwed up I was the one standing in from of the Battalion Commander getting lit up with my PL for our platoon member’s actions. I stood there and took it, made no excuses, placed no blame because I was a leader.

     We are not perfect in the military and we have our fair share of bad leaders like any other organization. But we do a much better job policing up those who can’t cut it. And there are actions taken that can ruin your career and chances for advancement; funny how none of our leaders have such “checks and balances” within their organization.

              How many Military leaders have stepped down during the last 4 years for wrong doings and even perceived wrong doings? Formal systems such as evaluation reports, academic evaluation reports, and 360 degree assessments offer opportunities to learn—but the individual must embrace the opportunity and internalize the information. If they don’t, like I mentioned earlier they are removed. Our government officials, have they too been guilty of wrong doings? Yet where are their systems, how are they removed when found to be…inadequate? Most don’t have the integrity and stay in the position and blame others for their failures, never accepting responsibility or being held accountable. They hold we Military leaders to a higher standard. Is our profession more honorable than theirs?

      ADP 6-22, Army Leadership, establishes the fundamental principles by which Army leaders accomplish their missions and care for their people. It describes the enduring concepts of leadership through the core leader competencies and attributes required of contemporary leaders of all cohorts and all organizations, regardless of mission or setting. These principles reflect decades of experience and the best scientific knowledge available. Leadership fundamentally remains a process of influence; how and when influence is applied determines the eventual mission success and the capabilities of Army organizations. Maybe our government should look at this simple manual and maybe…they need one of their own.

    So I judge our leaders in Washington by the same standards I and my peers have been judged by. If it’s good enough for me and my peers who are depended upon to make the hard choices and put the welfare of the nations and its citizens first, then it’s surely good enough for them. So after reading this I ask, are you a leader?

"TIME! STOP WHATCHA DOIN!!..."

          It was early Monday morning here at Bragg and I was sitting outside the Advance Airborne School, commonly referred to as Jumpmaster school hoping I can get into the T-11 Jumpmaster course.
          Since we no longer jump T-10s and MC-1s within XVIII Corps, I can’t perform any duties as a Jumpmaster.
          As I sat in my car, I began to reminisce on Jumpmaster school back in 99 as well as my very first duty as a Primary Jumpmaster aka a PJ.

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          October 99, it was a long week at Knox doing SIMNET and CCTT but we were almost home. The first pass was complete and everyone exited the bird; as I bent forward to readjust my ruck as beads of sweat tricked down my face.
           I am the PJ…this is the shit I thought to myself. One more pass and we are done and I can get outta this damn bird.
           I straightened up and I handed my static line to my safety, SSG Luckie, looked over at Kermit (aka SSG Martinson) my AJ (Assistant Jumpmaster) and gave the nod.
           And so it began….the song of the Jumpmaster. Sung by thousands who have earned the title before us; always the same and always in unison.

        “TEN MINUTES!!”
          We shout, thrusting our hands and arms forward, fingers extended and spread so all can see. The sweat begins to increase and the adrenaline begins to gather.
          No sooner than the words leave our mouths - it’s echoed by the remaining Geronimo’s from Delta Troop on our bird.
          I look over at Kermit and give the nod…

         “GET READY!!”
           Again, our arms fly forward like two synchronized swimmers in a pool.
           This time fingers extended and joined, palms facing the jumpers. You can smell the sweat and musk in the air.
           The roar of the C-130 can be deafening at times or sweet enough to sing you to sleep like a mother and her child.
           A glimmer can be seen in the eyes as they unbuckle their seat belts. We lock eyes once again.
           Ensuring that we are both ready. We will continue this until we have exited the bird ourselves; unless we get lazy and shoot for a “Jumpmaster pass.”

          “OUTBOARD PERSONEL…STAND UP!!”
            The command is echoed by all and those on the outboard side of our bird stand.
            The bird bucks like a bronco as the pilots simulate a low level flight into the awaiting DZ (Drop Zone).
            The jumpers move to their feet steadying themselves on what ever they can place their hands on; doing their best to keep their right hand over the ripcord grip and doing the dance until we give the command….

          “INBOARD PERSONEL…STAND UP!!”
            The remaining hooahs rise and struggle to their feet.
            Some are aided by those already standing and our Safety shouts “PUT YOUR SEATS UP!”
            Everyone is on their feet with rucks dangling between their legs pulling down on their harnesses.
            30lb rucks, 65lbs or parachute on any given day, it can make a grown man cry.

           “HOOK UP!!”
             All the jumpers unhook their snap hooks from the carrying handles and raise them high to the anchor line cable; pulling downward seating it then taking the opposite hand and grabbing the safety wire and routing it through and bending it down.
             Ensuring that it stays in place on the anchor line cable….

          “CHECK STATIC LINES!!”
            Making what many would view as the universal hand sign for “OK”.
          “LAST TWO JUMPERS TURN TOWARDS THE SKIN OF THE AIRCRAFT…SECOND TO THE LAST JUMPER CHECK THE LAST JUMPER’S STATICLINE.”
           We watch them do their check and a wait for all movement to cease.
            Luckie and the other safety move forward to start their checks.
           Ensuring the pack closing ties are present, static lines are routed properly and the safety wires are inserted and bent down on the jumpers snap hooks...

        “CHECK EQUIPMENT!!”
          They echo our command and check vital areas of their personal equipment.
          After their check is complete and no ones moving Kermit and I check ours.
          By this time the temperature in the bird seems like 90 plus degrees. The heat, the motion of the bird in flight mixed with the engine fumes can be brutal for some and cause a reaction that is unwanted by any on an aircraft like we.

        “SOUND OFF FOR EQUIPMENT CHECK!!”
          I, as well as the jumpers do their best to remain on their feet while they give each other the “Tap,” which is always accompanied by “OK.”
         When it reaches the number one jumper he thrust his arm forward looking me in the eye and shouts…“ALL OK JUMPMASTER!” I smile, wink and tell him, “YEAH, IT’S GONNA BE ALL OK!!”

          By this time Luckie and the other safety on Kermit’s door are back and I’m waiting for the Air Force Loadmaster to turn the aircraft over to me.
          Yeah…here I am, 30 years old, a Staff Sergeant in the Army and I’m about to take control of an Air Force C-130. This is an amazing feeling. I grab hold of the railing and lock eyes with Luckie.
           I know what he’s think as he knows what I am thinking…this is the shit right here!! This is what we do. I can feel it, the chute is heavy, I’m sweating and this ruck is kicking my ass.
           Seeing how I wore it for the previous pass instead of waiting until the final one to hang it.
          Come on loadie I think to myself, open up these damn doors already.
           The loadie is peering out the window of the paratroop door looking to see when the wind deflector is extended and I wait for that sign. That sign being him raising a hand to either side of his helmet.
           I can feel the bird conduct it's "Three minute" slow down. There it is…the hand is up and his lips are moving. The navigator is surely telling him we are here. 
           Yeah! He bends forward, grabs the handle and raises the door. The bird is succumbed by what feels like hurricane winds. 
           The rush, the smell, bright light, Ahhh….damn this feels good. You can hear the jumpers whoop and holler as they all know we are about to get outta the bird.
           The loadie secures the door in the up position and turns to me, saying the three little words so many before me have longed to hear, “ARMY…YOUR DOOR!”
           I turn towards Luckie, “SAFETY, CONTROL MY STATIC LINE!”
           I hand it off and grab the door.
           Reach up and ensure the pit pin is present, kick left and right on the jump platform before slamming my foot down and tracing the trail edge of the door.
           Once back erect, its time for the lean.
           The sweat now gone, cool air blowing over my body and my BDU’s flap uncontrollably; man...this is the shit.
           Out I go locking my arms leaning my body outside the aircraft as far as it can go.
            I flash back to jumpmaster school earlier that year and remember the sequence.
           Out, forward, up, rear, down back out and roll back into the bird. I look at my number one jumper and yell “YEAH” with a lil wink.
           As I enjoy the view I spot my one minute mark. I turn over my left shoulder looking for Kermit.
           He turns and we do the nod; thrusting my left arm out displaying just one finger and shouting, “ONE MINUTE!!” I stare back out the door.
           Enjoying the wind on my face and the Fort Polk training areas we pass over glancing down and viewing some of the routes we will be driving on later in the month.
           My mind wanders as I stand in the door, scanning for my thirty second mark.
           I think back to Jumpmaster school and that cold brisk morning, soon to be a defining moment in my career.
           That moment being the dreaded Jumpmaster Pre-Inspection test commonly and lovingly referred to by many simply as JMPI.
           This one single test is a make or break you at Benning’s Jumpmaster School because if you don’t pass on test day, which was Monday for me…you go home.
           It is the single most “stress induced course” in the US Army.
           The course itself is a gentleman’s course. No yelling, screaming or demands made on you.
           It’s simple…either you pass or you fail. All the stress you feel is placed on you; all by yourself because the course is stress free.

 

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           I had spent all weekend practicing my sequence and I felt pretty good. Nomenclature was a lock and I just had to trust the sequence as they say.
           Follow your trace hand and the deficiencies will just pop out at you.
           Yeah easy for them to say, they were already Jumpmasters. We sat in the class and got our final brief before waiting for our turn to go to a testing station.
           A Black hat enters and calls out the next few to be tested…and I’m one of them.
           I move to my testing station and receive my final brief from my grader.
           There sits three jumpers, one combat equipped (that means the jumper has a ruck sack and a M1950 weapons case with a weapon in it) and two Hollywood (a nick name we use for jumpers not with combat equipment).
           You are given 5 minutes to JMPI the three jumpers which are all rigged with deficiencies.
           Each one is assigned a point value with minors and majors. Major deficiencies are worth 31 points.
           And like many schools you need a 70% to pass so if you miss a major…you automatically fail.
           And to add to that, you also get docked points for any violation of the proper sequence in which you’re required to check the jumper.
           So in short you not only need to find all major and minors, you need 70 points and your time can’t be more 4:59 in order to pass.
           Now, they are kind enough to tell you that there will be a maximum of two minors and one major hidden somewhere on the jumpers.
           So you could have none or you could have three…you just don’t know.
           Now lets add some more to your plate.
           Any deficiency you find must be called out by its proper nomenclature name and it’s location in relation to the jumper not you.
           This means if I see it on my left, it’s actually the jumpers right and thus I must call it the right.
           The instructors have all been here at some point in their careers.
            For some of my classmates, this is their second and or third time in jumpmaster school. All are here again because of failing JMPI.

          “Would you like a 1 minute warning,” my grader asked in a calm voice.

          “Yes Sergeant,” I replied.

          “If there are no questions Jumpmaster, time starts when you turn and face your jumper.”

            I took a deep breath, paused, turned and said, “PLACE YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD AND TILT YOUR HEAD TO THE REAR!”
           And so it began.
           I was somewhere between my second and third jumper when I heard one minute and began to move faster.
           Panic set in and I moved as fast as my hands would allow.       
          When I reached the backside of the final jumper and was finished with the trace of the saddle I gave him the seal of approval, a slap on the forth point of contact.
          I was breathing as if I had just finished running a two mile run with a 6 minute mile pace.
          I looked at my grader and waited what seemed like hours for him to say, “5:15, you went over on time Jumpmaster.”
          My heart sank, my hands were cold and sore from the previous week in the circle and I had just now failed my first JMPI test.
          I was crushed. I couldn’t go back to Polk having failed and I couldn’t call my father (who was a master rated Jumpmaster too) and tell him I failed.
          Overwhelmed with emotions tears formed in my eyes as he explained what I had done wrong.
          I’m a grown ass man with tears in my eyes looking at another grown ass man.
          I felt neither shame nor embarrassment…this was JMPI.
       “ Calm down Jumpmaster,” he calmly said.
        “Your good, your sequence is good. This afternoon when you retest, you just need to move a little faster. Ok?”
          As I took a breath and wiped my eyes I responded with a “Roger Sergeant.”
          As I moved to the “Tree of Whoa” all I could think of was I failed.
          The Tree of Whoa was this huge tree out behind the building were all who failed would assemble, feel sorry for themselves, you know….whoa is me.
          When I arrived at the tree I was met by others who had also failed their first test; most seemed to be in good spirits while I was crushed.
          We were told we could stay and practice or go get some chow and relax some but be back at 1300 to retest.
           I left and came back as directed. My Troop Commander was also in class with me and had failed his first test too.
           At least I found something to smile about. But that was to add more pressure.
           No way could I leave without passing. No way could I go home with my Commander passing and I failing.
          Not after he had told my Platoon Sergeant he thought I was a “Weak NCO.”

          So there I am…standing in front of another black hat waiting to retest.
          I got my brief and he asked, “So what got you this morning Jumpmaster?”

        “Time Sergeant,” I replied.

        “And your sequence?” he asked.

        “I’m good Sergeant, he said it was good.”

       “Ok then Jumpmaster, you know what you need to do. Trust your sequence and pick your pace up”, he said with a smile.
       “If there are no questions Jumpmaster, time starts when you turn and face your jumper. Good luck.”
         Here I was again, my last chance.
         I took a couple deep breaths, bounced up and down shaking my arms trying to loosen up, turned and said, “PLACE YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD AND TILT YOUR HEAD TO THE REAR!”
         One Hollywood, one combat equipped jumper down and I was down to my last Hollywood jumper.
         I was feeling really good as I left his ballistic helmet and found my first deficiency.
         Inside I breathed a sigh of relief, I was on track. The jumper’s right canopy release assembly was improperly assembled.
       “Right canopy release assembly not assembled properly!”, I shouted as I made my way to the left canopy release assembly I realized I said it wrong.
         Shit…its ok Ding, you’re good and you have time.
         Just as I had it in my brain and was about to spit it out I grabbed the reserve carrying handle with my right hand placed my left on the jumpers chest pulled up and out and before the words could come out there it was…MY SECOND DEFICIENCY!!
         The waistband was not routed through the waste band retainers.

          I froze…I froze and screamed, “AHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHH!!!!”

          I could hear my grader, “Work it Jumpmaster, work it!”

          Move Dingle, move or you are gonna fail I said to myself. You will fail if you don’t move! You have time!

        “AAHHHHH, GO!”, I shouted you got this.

       “Right canopy release assembly improperly assembled, waistband not routed thru waste band retainers...TURN!!!”

         It seemed like a blink of an eye and I was tracing the saddle of jumper number three.
         I slapped him on the ass and stood erect; breathing much harder and faster than this morning.
         I could barely breathe and I looked at my grader. He glanced down at the stop watch and turned it to me.
       “4:59 Jumpmaster, you made time,” he said.
         However, I was speechless.
       “You almost lost it there Jumpmaster. Ok, lets add up your sequence violations and see if you passed.”
         I wasn’t safe yet and I was still breathing heavy.

       “Ok Jumpmaster, you got 70%, you passed...you're a GO.”

       “YEAAH!!!!,” I screamed.
         I grabbed my score sheet and ran across the field towards the control table.
         As I sprinted, I looked over and saw another of my classmates running too…all smiles.
         He had passed too. JMPI was over…I was three days away from earning the title…Jumpmaster.
         And to add the icing on the cake, my Commander failed his retest.

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         I blinked one time and I was back in the bird as I scanned left I saw it.
         There it is, thirty seconds. I turn to find Kermit and see if he has his. He does.
         We turn and face the Jumpers, “THIRTY SECONDS!!”
         The jumpers turn and pass the thirty second sign amongst each other.
         Outside air safety check, one last time…out I go. I come back it and find Kermit.
         We nod and I turn and step back out of the door.
       “DROP ZONE COMING UP…STAND BY!!”
         My number one jumper hands his static line to Luckie and rotates into the door.
         I position myself so I am behind him and looking for the green light.
         There it is…like a bright shining star in a sea of darkness. The green glow of light fills and fuels my soul with a sense of pride and accomplishment that only a select few will ever know.
         As it charges my body and soul it gives me the strength to slap that number one jumper on his forth point of contact all the while shouting “GREEN LIGHT GO!!”
         He exits and I can hear Kermit shouting GO on his door.
         I turn my attention to the remaining jumpers as they rush to the door in a controlled hurry.
         Like ballerinas at a Ballet, gracefully, fluidly and some cumbersomely they get to the door and exit.
         Some gracefully and others hell, they simply fall out the door.     
         Watching to make sure their arms are extended, creating a one second interval which typically creates enough space and hopefully no one gets into a high altitude entanglement.

         The light is still green and I can see the last few jumpers make their way to the door, plenty of Drop Zone and plenty of green light.
         I smile as the last man gets sucked out the door. I turn over my left shoulder to watch Kermit exit his last man.
         He’s out and Kermit makes his way to the door and with a flash, he’s gone too.
         I turn to Luckie and hand him my static line with a smile and check to make sure I still got a green light.
         Yeah…there will be no jumpmaster pass for us. And with that, my last thought before exiting, “Yeah…this is the shit. This is what we do!”

****

          Man it seems like it was a life time ago I did my first PJ going into Geronimo DZ.
          Time has passed and with the hours spent in the circle last week, I’m now T-11 certified.
          And can once again perform duties and yeah…I can JMPI jumpers too.
          That Friday as I found the deficiencies and slapped that last jumper on the leg I was reminded of my first time in Jumpmaster school in January of 1999.
          Here it is, 13 years later, I’m finishing Jumpmaster again and ready to perform the duties.
          This small trip down memory lane is dedicated to my father who graduated Jumpmaster school back in 1966 and to all the Jumpmasters out there who have felt the pain of the circle, the sting of knowing you didn’t make time, watching your first jumper exit, leaning out the bird conducting a “Clear to the rear” and the phrase that we have all echoed, “TIME STOP WHATCHA DOING. FACE CENTER CIRCLE, ROTATE ONE JUMPER TO THE RIGHT!!”

“JUMPMASTER!!”