Where is the FBI when we need them?

My Point of View By Rolando Larraz
A woman is dead and her daughter is committed to a wheelchair for the rest of her life after her husband emptied all the bullets of his gun into both of those women.
The FBI is aware of the perpetrator’s location, the name he is using and more details that would make it easy for them to pick up the murderer and make him pay for his crime, but it is not happening.
It seems like President Trump is right; the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) is not doing its job the right way, and I could add that the top law enforcement agency in the best country of them all doesn’t know how to do its job or is afraid to do its job and arrest the murderer who killed one senior American citizen and left her daughter, the mother of four American citizens, in a wheelchair for the rest of her life.
That woman from her wheelchair gave each of her four children an education, allowing each of them to become professionals and be very proud of their mother.
I understand that going after the president, the president’s attorney and the president’s friends means more publicity, and seems more important with less risk than going after a cold-blooded killer, but those middle-class citizens also have family and feelings… and a right
to justice too.
I know that the days of Frank Serpico are long over; there are no more brave public servants. I realize that the days of real undercover work are over; it’s easier to depend on the materialistic street snitches than risk the life of a human being that chose of his own free will to become an FBI agent or a police officer for the salary, the pension and the retirement benefits the job offers.
I know I am old when I can remember the status of being a federal agent came with respect and admiration from everyone but it seems like all that is gone now when the (Special) Agents find it safer and more financially beneficial to ignore the common murderers and go after the
president they don’t like and did not vote for.
They are even on a recorded conversation assuring someone that “we don’t [or won’t] let it happen” referring to a presidential candidate the Agent does not like or does not agree with.
Yes, I know what my detractors will say after reading my column — that I am anti-police or anti-government like former Sheriff Douglas Gillespie said to me once, but that is not true; nothing is further from the truth.
I grew up in a military environment; in fact I was born on a military base and due to my family’s government positions, I grew up seeing a soldier and a policeman guarding my family home. I was raised respecting law enforcement agents and officers; unfortunately, those agents or officers of the old days are not the same as those of today.
I was raised respecting my elders, teachers and any adult older than me. Unfortunately, that is a thing of the past. You see something wrong and try to stop it and a young punk will look at you and tell you to “mind your own business or else” and show you a seven-inch blade (if
you are lucky); otherwise, he will pull out a gun and shoot you; but because the young punk is only sixteen “the law doesn’t apply.”
There is no more respect. I don’t even know if the new generation knows how to spell respect because, in today’s text-world, grammar is not important; everything is an abbreviation and the one on the receiving end of the text has to guess what the other person is trying to say or make an interpretation of the text.
But here I go again, getting off the main reason for this week’s column and trying to fix the world or trying to make it as well served as it was a few generations back.
The electronic era has nothing to do with being educated and polite; I use a computer and talk on a cell phone, but I wear proper clothes when I sit down at the dinner table to have supper with my family regardless of how cold or hot the weather is outside. My grandfather used to wear a three-piece suit when sitting at the dinner table, so I guess I am becoming a modern snob too.
But to end, to finish what I started, I hope that before I am gone I can see the federal agents finally doing their job and getting that piece of trash — that scumbag who ended the life of a decent human being whose only mistake was to be in the wrong place at the wrong time; that lowlife, passing for a human being, who destroyed the life of a real decent human being — brought to justice and put where he belongs, where he can no longer hurt anyone else, for the rest of his life.
For those who may think that I only write about people that I know, I would like to remind them that this space is my own, as the top of the column explains that it clearly is my point of view and here I write whatever I want. As away of disclaimer, I have to say that I have never met the lady in the wheelchair or her late mother. .I never met the man who had been abused by the public guardian and the Saint Rose De Lima hospital either until he walked into my office with his story that we have published three times already. Publishing this newspaper
has taugh me not to pick and chose the stories.
My name is Rolando Larraz, and as always, I approved this column.
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Rolando Larraz is Editor in Chief of the Las Vegas Tribune. His column appears weekly in this newspaper. To contact Rolando Larraz, email him at: Rlarraz@lasvegastribune.com or at 702-272-4634.

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