Thread: Firefighters give chilly reaction to Sotomayor hearing

Firefighters give chilly reaction to Sotomayor hearing


2 hrs 10 mins ago
Firefighters around the country weren't paying much attention to the Sotomayor hearing, but almost all of them had strong feelings about the lawsuit that senators are asking her about.

Rene Archambault, a firefighter for 27 years in Lawrence, Mass., said he hopes Sotomayor's confirmation is derailed because she ruled against white firefighters who had accused New Haven, Conn., of racial bias.
That ruling was overturned by the Supreme Court.

"I hope she doesn't get confirmed, rendering those types of decisions,"said Archambault, a white firefighter in a heavily Hispanic city. "If you were an astronaut, would you want to fly on the shuttle built by the lower bidder? ... I think you would want the best candidate." Patrick Driscoll, president of the Lawrence Firefighters Union, Local 146, said he disagreed with her decision but doesn't think it will affect her confirmation.

"Everybody should be held to the same standard and accountability," he said. "If she's trying to turn things around because of race or origin, I don't know if that kind of person being appointed is the right way to go."

The white firefighters challenged New Haven's decision to scrap the results of a promotion test because too few minorities scored high enough to qualify.

"I couldn't say it was fair or not," said Malik Mtima, a black firefighter in Atlanta. "It's not likely that black firefighters just weren't smart enough."

Chief Franklin Lockwood leads a department of 12 white firefighters in St. Francis, Wis. He read the headlines, but didn't think much about the case.

"Those guys are from New Haven. It's not a problem in my back yard."

-Errin Haines in Atlanta, Denise Lavoie in Boston, Dinesh Ramde in St.Francis, Wis.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ynews/ynews_pl663

"Those guys are from New Haven. It's not a problem in my back yard."

This is the same attitude people took until their own neighborhoods were impacted by the illegals.



The Dinner Roll Parable:

Once upon a time, I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President. I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics. There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I had worked hard all my life to build it... I live in a free country. There's nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no laws. My wealth was earned honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.

I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a dining room. We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner.

The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate, and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen.

"Sorry about that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."

"I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass. Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.

"And his brother Eric is very thirsty." said the President.

I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I thought. I will play along. I don't want to seem unkind. My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.

"Eric's children are also quite hungry."


Suddenly, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me. I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room.

"And their grandmother can't stand for long."

I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken. I turned back to the President.

"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."

I wanted to shout- that was my coat! But again, I looked at the cool placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled. Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone.

I contained myself and went to a phone on an elegant side table to ask my wife to come get me.

I learned shortly my wife had been thrown out of our home, my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, and my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished.

Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or
spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.

He quietly said, "Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They have not planned for retirement, and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a sub-prime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do."

My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak and drank his wine. I stared at the small gray circles on the tablecloth... water drops were all that was left.

"By the way," He added, "I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factories. I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars."

I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his Creme Brulee. He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if it were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss. I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle.

Why was I punished?

How had I allowed it to be taken?

What game had I played and lost?

What had I done wrong?

As if answering my unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his head, locked his cool, empty, eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.
"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.

Originally Posted by Newmexican

"Those guys are from New Haven. It's not a problem in my back yard."

This is the same attitude people took until their own neighborhoods were impacted by the illegals.

Absolutely correct!!!

WHo would you want in such a critical position where lives can be at stake. The BEST person for the job, or someone of lesser qualification. They are risking peoples lives by NOT taking the best man for jobs like Police and Fire departments...

Originally Posted by Tbow009

WHo would you want in such a critical position where lives can be at stake. The BEST person for the job, or someone of lesser qualification. They are risking peoples lives by NOT taking the best man for jobs like Police and Fire departments...

Yeah these are jobs that involve life and death every day!!! It is just like doctors....Do you want the intern or the specialist to operate on you?