No concern, no compassion, no problem
The year was
1976.
As a
semi-truck passed through Grand Haven on US 31, a distraught woman jumped from
the tractor, and ran down the street screaming that she had been raped. City police
stopped the truck a few blocks later and took the driver into custody.
It took days
to sort out the story, but the Grand Haven Tribune chose to publish the name of
the man right away, even though he had not been charged.
As the
newsman for my radio station, holding up on the man's ID, I pressed then-Prosecutor Wes Nykamp about
charges against that driver. He cautioned me to wait…there was more to the
story. And indeed there was! The woman was arrested and charged with filing a
false report. The driver was released.
But the
damage was done. The man’s name should not have appeared in our newspaper, and my critical editorial on the topic captured first
prize in the State Bar of Michigan Advancement of Justice competition. That
prestigious award remains here in my office.
Fast forward
to 2018. A mentally ill old white man is accused of urinating on a little black
girl and uttering racial slurs. Channel 8 immediately releases his name. The
NAACP demands that the poor old sucker be charged with a hate crime. His picture
is shown on newscast after newscast.
The Kent
County Prosecutor, however, did not rush to charge the man. Instead, once
again, turns out there was more to the story. The naughty little kids made up
the story. The old man was released.
But the
damage was done, and nobody even bothers to apologize.
Back in the
70s, it was a poor, hard-working black man from Alabama, with a wife and kids, whose name got smeared. This month, it was an elderly white man struggling with
mental issues whose name got unnecessarily smeared.
The rush to
get a scoop topped being fair or even, Lord help us, compassionate.
I bring all
of this to your attention not to boast about a good decision that I made, but
to stress, once again, the importance of showing fairness and kindness to the “little
guy,” the one less fortunate, the one who probably cannot speak for himself.
That’s
exactly why we’re in this prisoner advocacy business. Inmates feel this type of
rejection and unconcern regularly. For them, it's part of life.
A framed verse
from Proverbs is on our office wall: Speak
up for those who cannot speak for themselves.
I've said it before. It’s “Jesus
work.”
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