I enjoy reading the Hudson Police blotter.
Some things that happen in our little slice of America have brought tears of laughter. And yes, I said "our." After almost six years of covering Hudson, I consider the town my second home.
That's one reason a blotter item I recently read incensed me.
A resident told police Sept. 21 that someone defaced her home by writing racial and derogatory slurs on the front porch. At first police had no suspects and the crime was classified as criminal mischief and vandalism, because it didn't fall under the classification of a "hate crime."
I agree with our police. As a former police officer I know crimes have to meet certain criteria to be classified as hate crimes.
But, I will go so far to call this a "hateful crime."
As I write this, I understand a juvenile has admitted to the crime and stated no harm was meant to the occupants of the home.
Maybe. Maybe not.
This may have been a prank perpetrated for a quick laugh.
But, I can assure you, it was not funny to the mother and children who live in the home. Anytime a person is made to feel unsafe in their own home, especially because of a difference they cannot help, that crosses the line from prank to punishable offense.
I've never met the family this happened to. So some readers might ask why I care --I'll tell you.
Because I'm American Indian.
Because my twin nieces, Chie and Shawnee, are biracial.
Because Shawnee's three children are biracial.
Because my brother-in-law is black.
Because I have cousins and an aunt who are black and biracial.
In times past, all these reasons were just cause to yank a person from their home in the dead of night by people wearing white robes. The person was usually tied and beaten or lynched from a tall tree.
This is not the same, right?
But small actions can lead to bigger consequences.
I hope the person who did this learns a valuable lesson.
I hope he or she doesn't let this crime define them, but lets the lesson learned from this be the defining measure with which they are judged.