Nothing
Up My Sleeve
Jon
Gallagher
Beer
Party at the White House
Let
me see a show of hands: How many
of you are sick of hearing or reading about the Gates/Crowley/Obama situation
out in Cambridge Massachusetts?
Yep. That’s just about everybody.
I’ll
put both of mine back down so I can start typing again.
Unless
you’ve been living under a rock, you know that a prominent Harvard professor
came home from vacation and was arrested when he became belligerent with police
who had been called by a neighbor thinking the professor was breaking in to his
own home. Nasty accusations were
slung the cop’s way by the professor, and even President Obama got in on the
fray, saying the Cambridge police department “acted stupidly.”
A
few days after the President removed his foot from his mouth, he called both
the cop, Sgt. Jim Crowley, and the professor, Henry Gates Jr., to try and
smooth over the situation.
Somehow, Crowley and Gates got invited over to the Prez’ place for a
beer.
I’d
be willing to guess that well over a million words have been typed and
published regarding what appears to be two very stubborn people going head to
head and somehow, getting the most powerful man on Earth involved in their
squabble.
Professor
Gates, according to the police reports, did not cooperate with Sgt. Crowley
when the latter came to investigate a possible break in at the former’s
home. Gates started accusing
Crowley of being a racist during the exchange and that seems to be where all
the fireworks got started.
If
Gates had been a white man and refused to either identify himself or step
outside like Crowley asked, he would have been arrested for disorderly conduct,
and we’d probably have never heard about it. Had Crowley been a black man and the same scenario had
played out, it wouldn’t have warranted backpage coverage in the Cambridge
newspaper.
I’d
even go as far to say that if Gates had been white and Crowley black, there
wouldn’t even have been a back page mention of it.
I
tried to put myself in the position of those involved. First, if I had just arrived home and a
cop showed up to investigate a possible break in, I might feel a little
inconvenienced, especially if it’d been a rough trip home, but ultimately, I’d
have been thankful for several things.
I’d have been appreciative of my neighbors for looking after my place
well enough, and thinking enough of me that they called the cops. I’d have also been thankful that the
police responded in such a quick manner to protect my property.
If
I’d been in Professor Gates’ position, I might have bitched a little about the
inconvenience, but I would have produced some sort of ID that showed I lived
there and been done with it. The
situation would have been over in less than two minutes.
If
I’d been the cop, the situation would have probably escalated a lot
quicker. Usually it’s those who
are hiding something that rebel at the idea of showing ID. This would have made me suspicious and
I would probably have had Professor Gates in handcuffs long before Crowley did,
whether my perp was spouting off accusations of racial profiling or whatever.
After
reading the police report (and granted, it’s told from the arresting officer’s
point of view), I think that Professor Gates saw an opportunity use his race to
his advantage. He had to know (as
a matter of fact, he told Crowley several times that he didn’t know who he was
messing with and that he hadn’t heard the last of it) that being a prominent
black professor at a major university like Harvard would create some waves if
he were arrested.
If
I’d been in Professor Gates’ shoes, I’m not sure I would have let that
opportunity slide by either. The
problem is that it’s starting to look more and more like Gates saw the
opportunity as a chance to advance his own cause.
As
the story comes out more and more, it’s pretty obvious that Gates played the
race card, and probably dealt it from the bottom of the deck. In the 911 call that was released by
the Cambridge Police on 7/27/2009, not once does the caller refer to the two
men at the Gates home as “black.”
She does say that one of them appeared to be “Hispanic.” Gates has been busy, telling anyone who
will listen (especially if there’s a microphone in their hand) that the reason
he was singled out was because of racial profiling.
From
what has come out so far, the only person who has mentioned “black men” is
Professor Gates himself.
The
result was a simple investigation getting way out of hand. A few days after the arrest, even
President Obama, who didn’t have all the facts at the time, opined that the
Cambridge Police “acted stupidly.”
After police unions started to back Crowley for a “good arrest,” and
Obama started to get a clearer picture of what happened, he backed off and made
apologies (at least what would pass as a political apology).
He
even went as far as to telephone both Crowley and Gates. Somehow, Crowley worked it into the
conversation that he’d welcome the chance to sit down with the President and
Gates, at the White House, no less, and have a beer with them.
I
don’t drink, but I sure as heck wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to have a beer
with the Prez (surely the Presidential Fridge stocks Pepsi or Coke as well as
beer). I might even slip in a card
trick or two while I was there, making sure some photographer got a good shot
of me and the President with his jaw dropping (you bet I’d be advancing my own
cause!).
This
should cause the Republicans to have a field day. You can bet your bottom dollar that someone along the line
will accuse Obama of “drinking on the job.” There will be another group that decry the use of taxes to
purchase alcohol for this type of function.
In
the end, it all comes down to a little, insignificant event getting blown way
out of proportion. Sgt.
Crowley gets his 15 minutes of fame (whether he wanted it or not), Professor
Gates gets his 15 minutes of fame (I doubt if anyone outside of academic
circles would ever have heard of him if this hadn’t happened), and President
Obama gives the talk show hosts something to complain and nitpick about until
the next event.
Here’s
hoping that the little beerfest doesn’t get blown out of proportion too. Cheers!