Archive for February, 2010
To those of my readers who aren’t from Portland, this blog entry is in response to the Aaron Campbell shooting, and the investigation that followed it. Aaron Campbell was an un-armed man who was shot by a Portland Police officer, due to poor communication between the police on the scene and those negotiating with Campbell. I do want to say though, that I fully support Police officers, and all others who work to protect our communities. This was an unfortunate incident, and is a reflection of individual failures, and not complete system failure. I completely support and appreciate the men and women who risk their lives for our safety daily.
It is in my opinion that the city of Portland has failed to properly handle the Aaron Campbell shooting case.
This is an unfortunate, and horrible situation that never should have happened. As many other people have said, including our city leaders. However, a persisting issue with this case is our leader’s failure to make the correct decisions first. Instead, what we have seen has been a string of poorly thought-out decisions, that have led to anger and frustration from the community. In turn, the city leaders have then made strides towards appropriate decisions and investigative measures.
The issue though, is that these people in power failed to make the correct choices initially. Instead, the “easy” way out was taken. Simply put, they chose “quick-fixes” over truly addressing the situation.
The fact is, the men on the scene the day of the shooting failed to properly follow the guidelines they were expected to abide by. Primarily, ensuring proper communication between all of those involved on the scene and in communication with the person in question, in this case Aaron.
As a result, Aaron was fatally shot. Had there been proper communication, and had all the police involved communicated as they were expected to do, this wouldn’t have happened.
From the very beginning, Sam Adams and others should have stepped forward and acknowledged the issues at hand, and then initiated a proper investigation that wasn’t rushed or poorly conducted.
It’s becoming a pattern in Portland City government, to apply a quick fix to issues like this. Then when our leaders are confronted with disappointment ( as Adams was confronted by protestors at his office), they suddenly agree with those who are disappointed and commit to handling it properly. But why wasn’t it done in the first place?
It’s in my opinion that leaders, like Sam Adams and others I won‘t name, will try repeatedly to brush issues aside and not deal with them. Unless people stand up and say “No”. Then, he gravels and agrees there was an error. The fact is though, yet again he should have made the right decisions the first time.
Just home from my interview on the KIDDCHRIS radio show on KUFO. Was great! The guys were fun, and entertaining. I was more than happy to have my girl Kristine at my side for support. Even after the experience I’ve had, I still feel best with a good friend at my side.
I must say, I was a bit disappointed at the direction some of the conversation took, talking about sex and such. But it’s to be expected with a comedy radioshow. I figured they would have a few raunchy comments to make, and I was prepared.
The second bit of the show though, I really let loose! I got riled up about the Adams investigation and the way I’ve been treated by some of the public and the media. I even spoken about being punched in public for the first time- Some jerk hit me in a restaurant a few months ago because of the whole “Scandal”. Rediculous. People forget that I’m a real person, and not just a creation of the media.
Had fun though! Glad I had the opportunity to talk about the book, and how I really feel about the current political climate in Portland.
“Hey, aren’t you…” (fill in the blank with some off-the-wall description of my news monster identity).
Usually I’d simply say yes, or nod and move on with whomever I’m with. Then I heard this one the other night, and after a few beers I was ready to fight;
“Hey, you’re that guy who screwed the Mayor!”
Granted i had heard this one numerous times, and usually just ignored it. but this time I was tipsy after a few beers, and apparently my confidence was sky high.
I turned around, walked up to the twenty-something blonde boy laughing about his comment, and said;
“Do you really think that is an appropriate way to start a conversation with a complete stranger?”
“Oh, I know you. I know you because I read about you online and saw you on TV”
“That’s not knowing me. Again, do you think that was an appropriate comment to make? Because it wasn’t, and if you have any self respect, you won’t act like that in public because it’s childish and all YOU are doing is making a fool of yourself. So when you decide to grow up and act like someone who can legally enter this bar, then try talking to me again. Until then, PISS OFF!”
Seriously though, am I right? If you have any self respect, you wouldn’t act like that in public, right? It’s not going to embarrass me, it just makes them look like a fool.
Then he decided to apologize, and tell me he thought I was hot.
Great recovery, buddy. Try again.
Funny stuff maynard.
Hey friends! If you’re available, tune in to Portland station 101.1fm, KUFO Monday morning for my interview with the KIDD Show.
I’ll be discussing the book, my feelings about the Adams Recall effort, and my feelings about the Aaron Campbell shooting. In addition, we will chat about my future plans, and other items.
Hope to have your listening ears!
An older Blog post from my previous site. Something interesting to reflect on. This was the last entry I wrote at http://www.beaubreedlove.blogspot.com, after finding out that a man I had been “dating” had lied to me about everything, even his name. In reality, he was writing a report about me. He falsified his entire life and personality, to get into mine, and learn everything about me. It was devastating.
“I lost something today. My faith in humanity.
A college report. An essay. An experiment in vulnerability and celebrity. That is what I have been reduced to.
It is amazing, that after everything I have faced and dealt with, I still had faith in people. I still had faith that someone would tell the truth when they were supposed to. I still believed that under the tough skin, people were good and whole, and kind. I still held out for a knight in shining armor, who would come in to my life and sweep me off my feet. We would fall in love, and he would be the answer to all my prayers.
He wasn’t a knight, and he wasn’t the answer to all my prayers. He will probably be the reason I stop praying, and the reason I’ll never ask for a knight again.
He promised me love, passion, compassion, and everything a world of good people could offer.
I was starving, frail, and timid.
I let him in to my life.
We never met in person, It was only a few weeks of calls, texts, e-mails and face book banter.
Today, I found out I was nothing more than his assignment. A fair student’s bid at a good grade in a college class. An essay.
He manipulated my love, faith, and devotions. He identified my fears and weaknesses, and shot for them both.
Here’s to you. The good student, who never missed a deadline, scored high marks in all the sports you played, and sat comfortably in the dining hall with you beautiful blonde girlfriend. Because we all know you weren’t really gay.
This will be a joke and a story to share with your straight friends, while sipping an ice cold beer; Matter of fact, have a good ol’ Sam Adams for me.
You burned me, hurt me, damaged me, and drained my last ounce of energy and faith.”
Three intangible words.
Descriptions of emotions we seek from others, and attributes that lead us on a search for restoration. Searches that lead us blindly through the dark to others, seeking the same.
Love. The first sensation we every experience as we enter the world, and the last we cling to when we leave this earth. It is the foundation for humanity, and the root of all culture and religions. It is a singular word, that has comfortably nestled itself as the cornerstone for the very existence of life.
Without love, life has no meaning. People would wonder aimlessly without any desires or true direction. Creativity would come to a halt, and all sense of family would be as obtainable as the breeze or the scent of summer. Nations would fall, and empires of man would lay as rubble. These lasting influences, collapsed to unsalvageable ruins. Mere pebbles would be as equals to man, because without love, we are all lifeless and unimportant. Wasting fleeting moments until we see our inevitable end. The end of civility and humanity.
Compassion. An action, a desire, a duty. It is a compass within all of us, that guides us to help others, and be more than ourselves. It guides the dogs of the pack, as it does us. To help our wounded, love our brothers and sisters, and shelter our enemies.
Without compassion, we are yet undefined. There is love, but love for our self and no other. The structure of passion gives way to self indulgence. The desire to help your neighbor to their feet, is no longer there. The urge to rebuild the pillars of community would give way to pillars of self righteousness. Aimless yet we would be, as without love, life would have little meaning if it were a life without compassion.
Innocence. An unobtainable Godly state. We lost it long ago, and yet still we strive for it. Chasing it with children and elders, in an eternal pursuit for what is already gone.
Forever lost. With the image of perfection and peace, it became something of the past the moment we opened our eyes for the first time. Now it is no more than an ideal. An indescribable state of mind. To put words to this state, would be to rob it of all it wants to be. Innocence is purity and simplicity. Words wash all that away, leaving a skeleton of bones lost in translation.
And still, we march on. Filed in line, neatly following one another on our individual mission to find completion and “ourselves”, through others seeking the same fate. An eternal exploration of what is beyond us. An unending pursuit to find that missing piece of us. But still, the piece is only in our back pocket. We are just finding someone to hold it for us, and protect it from the harsh realities of a world gone mad.
Love. Compassion. Innocence.
Leo’s Non-Smoking Café. A small, classic diner, situated on a side street near downtown Portland.
The restaurant has been there since the Medical Dental building first opened in the 1930’s or early 40’s. It was an easy stop for business men, and secretaries on their way up to work on weekdays. Some people came for coffee, while others had long luncheons and meetings.
After a few decades of consistent business, the owner decided to retire. He did so by selling his café to a young business student from Portland State University. Peter.
Peter had moved to Portland from China in the 1970‘s, with the intention of going to school, and possibly owning his a business. His dream of owning a business came true in 1980, when he purchased Leo’s.
Paying homage to history, he left the interior nearly untouched from the original. And of course, the window signs of “Non-Smoking Café” maintained their rightful place.
He eventually married a woman he had fallen madly in love with, who had also moved from Asia. In time, she found her place as the cook, and Peter situated himself in the front of house.
Just the two of them. Never anyone else for over 20 years. They alone managed and operated Leo’s.
Now they’re falling on harder times. The economy has dipped to record lows, and the businessmen and women aren’t as plentiful as they once were. There are vacant offices, and failing businesses filling the building now. And in the mix and confusion, Leo’s Non-Smoking Café has began to become a figure of the past. Lingering on to a less than desirable demise.
It’s sad to see, and painful to know how hard Peter has worked. Now it’s fading away into a time since past. What’s sadder is to know that people feel there isn’t time for places like “Leo’s” anymore. They’re too busy with their coffee shops and chain restaurants. Now it’s expected that places like “Leo’s” will just step out of the way, and vanish.
That’s not what we need though. We need more places like Peter’s little place. A breakfast stop where you can get eggs, bacon, hash browns, toast and a drink for less than $5.00. Somewhere to chat with friends, and become entangled in the old romances of a place with so much history and devotion.
Give Leo’s a try. If you’re not in Portland, Oregon, then find the place’s like “Leo’s” in your town or city. There’s likely one just around the corner from you.
Leo’s Non-Smoking Café is located on the NW corner of 11th and Taylor, in Downtown Portland, Oregon. Pay them a visit, and tell them Beau sent you.