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Dear Quentin Tarantino,

Recently you participated in a #BlackLivesMatter event in NYC and declared police officers to be murderers. This, despite the fact that the city had seen 4 NYPD officers executed while on duty in the last few months; one just days prior to the event and your comments.

Now, I would never stop you from using your first amendment right to free speech. In fact, I love hearing what people really think as it helps me decide who is worthy of my admiration or who I should ignore. Your comments put you in the latter category. Yes, I understand the irony of this post considering that analysis, but this will be the last time I care about what you do.

I am a LEO wife. I send my husband to work everyday and pray he comes home. My kids and I forgo having daddy home on holidays, weekends, and special events. My husband gives up sleep to be a part of Christmas mornings (he works graveyard) or to help me with carpooling duties. He provides well for our family, both monetarily and in a leadership role.

And you call him a murderer.

My husband has never been involved in an OIS, nor has he killed anyone for any reason by any method. He’s been assaulted, spit on, had feces thrown at him, called a racist, and sneered at regularly.

And you call him a murderer.

My husband is my best friend, partner, lover, support, and provider. I can not imagine life without him.

And you call him a murderer, and support a group that actively supports the slaughter of officers.

Now, you can say all you want about “Of course I wasn’t talking about YOUR husband. Just cops in general.”, but cops in general IS my husband. It is also his coworkers, my friends husbands, my sister in law, brother in law, and countless neighbors. So your comments matter.

They matter because you have clout. It is earned clout too! You have made some of the most iconic movies ever. The insight you have into your various characters is nothing short of astounding, yet you aren’t using that discernment when it comes to our officers.

No, you prefer to call them murderers and support the people who want to murder cops. We call that irony. Sick, twisted, irony.

I implore you to look at the facts about police brutality and the mindset of those in the #BlackLivesMatter crowd. If, after researching all that with an open mind, you still believe that all cops are murderers, I will pray for your heart to soften toward all the officers in my life who have never taken a life; and God willing, never will have to.

Sincerely,
An LEO wife

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Rage. That is my predominate emotion lately. Rage at those who call for the execution of officers. Rage at those who carry out that call. Rage at those who cheer gleefully when they hear of an officer being cut down.

No officer is safe because these animals don’t care about who they kill, just THAT they kill someone wearing the uniform.

It never occurs to them that the man they see die has a wife at home tucking their children into bed, telling them daddy will be home in the morning. The mother lies to her children unknowingly.

These deranged souls don’t see the 2 am knock on the door, where the wife sees her husbands Captain, her pastor and a representative from the mental care side of policing. They don’t see her knees buckle even before anyone says a word.

They don’t have to explain to a four year old why daddy is never coming home again.

No, all they do is pull a trigger over and over again.

I pray daily, hourly in fact, that my husband is safe. That he comes home and kisses me again. That the kids get to say “Daddy! Watch this!” just one more time. Every time he leaves for work I wonder if it will be the last. But I can’t dwell on that because kids have homework to do, showers to take and dinner to eat.

What is the focus of these sick demented people? It is singular. Kill.

My rage builds with each officer I hear about. And I have nowhere to put that rage. So I push it down, way far down, and I cry. I pray. I donate when and where I can to the constant stream of sites.

And I secretly wait for husband to call, text, or come home before I can breathe again. Because then I at least have one more day, one more kiss, one more time to tell him how much I love him. And then he leaves for work again.

If you’re reading this and you have supported the Black Lives Matter crowd, or silently cheered when you hear of another officer gunned down, or are planning to kill an officer, know that I am praying for your heart to be softened. That’s all I can do for you. Because you hate me and my husband without knowing us, anything I might say to you will fall on deaf ears.

To those officers out there, trying to protect us all, know that you are covered in prayer as well. And should the unthinkable happen, know that we will not rest until justice prevails. Because we ARE family.