Breaking the Code of Silence

In the beginning of my novel, House of Rose, my police officer heroine shoots a man in the back. I deliberately placed Rose in that situation, because it put her in trauma, and that is how character is built. I wanted readers to experience that from her perspective, to be uncomfortable. Having to pull the trigger is not a comfortable place. I am a former police officer, and, like my fellows, I always dreaded having to make such a decision and having to live with it—right or wrong.

My fictional shooting is a circumstance very far from the blatant lynching of George Floyd, which—along with a dark cloud of other racial encounters and shootings—have stained the badge that so many wear proudly and with honor. For the first time in my memory, law enforcement officers have broken their “code of silence” and stepped forward to voice their outrage, some to walk and pray with protesters.

I am proud of those voices, but I understand they do not make black people feel safe.

I am not black and not trying to imply I understand what it feels like to be, but I am listening and trying to imagine that and to relate it to my own experiences. I am Jewish.

Recently, I watched a documentary on the growth of anti-Semitism in the world, including the U.S., and it awoke in me something that I try to ignore in my daily life, an underlying fear of being different and what might happen to me or those I love because of who I am and what I believe. The outpouring of sympathy and expressions of horror at the Tree of Life massacre did not make me feel safe either.

How are we not beyond this? I yearn for there to be no need for police to have to make awful decisions or even to be armed, only to perform their highest calling—solving problems, protecting and helping people. I yearn for soldiers to put down their weapons and say, “Ain’t gonna study war no more.”

I also research and write about history and know we have moved the needle significantly from the past, but we have not left the darkness behind. It is a chasm looming before us. I fear we are on a precipice as a country and world.

What can I do?

I am a writer, so I am doing what I do—writing about my pain, confusion, my passion for justice. Sometimes I do that through my characters, but sometimes I just have to struggle for the words in my own voice.

About T.K. Thorne

T.K. is a retired police captain who writes books, which, like this blog, roam wherever her interest and imagination take her.
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6 Responses to Breaking the Code of Silence

  1. Mohr says:

    Dear T.K., my heart goes out to you.  These are terrible and trying times and I can’t write more now. Very kind regards, Karen

  2. T.K. Thorne says:

    Karen, thank you for your kind heart and taking the time to share it.

  3. Barbara says:

    Thank you for sharing this. It is so difficult to accept that as a country we are moving backwards rather than forward. I have been shocked for three years that this hate is alive and well and flourishing in America and has ever been so. The only thing different, the only thing new, is that our president has green lighted hateful words and behavior. I feel every day that I have been betrayed by my country. We are not the people I naively believed we were.

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  4. T.K. Thorne says:

    Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Barbara. As awful as all this is, I believe we will get through it and be better for it. We have to crawl our way to better because the darkness hides but is always there.

  5. Michal Hart Hillman says:

    Your articulation and writing of your experience expresses what I feel – you make me proud to know you and be your cuz. I too hope/believe that because we have had the cover and now the un-cover(id) of covid-isms, we will find the fortitude together as a people to continue working and gaining Equal Justice for All. Cuz’ Michal

  6. T.K. Thorne says:

    Many thanks, cuz. We have to gain “Liberty and Justice for All.” That is what the dream of our country is about.

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