Crossfire

 

Going up a small fight of steps, the entrance was on my right. To my left, a path of grass maybe 20 feet wide opening up to rows and rows of trees. I knew where I was going, but still asked which door I could use. Could is the key word here. They said I could go in the right-hand door, the implication being they wouldn’t stop me but wouldn’t vouch for what happened inside. I didn’t need to push my luck, so I chose the left-hand set of doors. And by “they” I mean two Secret Service officers, both in tactical fatigues, one with spotter’s binoculars, the other prone on the ground, .50 caliber sniper rifle resting on a bed of sandbags, facing those trees. And behind the right-hand door, the sitting Vice President of the United States, his staff, and Secret Service detail.

It wasn’t as if I shouldn’t have been there. I was working advance for the event, my “S” pin was firmly visible on my lapel, my look completed with an earpiece for my radio comms. I was used to crowds of large men with service pistols around me, but that sniper rifle had only one purpose, and I had no interest in finding out how the business end of its discharge felt. While taking place in Kalamazoo, Michigan, it was a Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore moment.

Much has been already written, and even more will come, about Saturday’s assassination attempt on President Trump. The immediacy was shocking, the intimacy of the photographs unprecedented, and the reaction came at warp speed. If circumstances had been different, I might very well have been walking around that rally could have been caught in the crossfire. What is important to keep in mind is to let the facts of the investigations come through, watch any testimony, and read the reports. Nobody has all the answers now; we still don’t seem to have a whisper of motivation for the shooter’s actions. There’s also an uncomfortable truth: despite the seeming glamor and wall of firepower, the Secret Service is still a government operation.

If you are lucky, the only government you have to face is filing your taxes. Yet as everyone knows, this is a process with rules, regulations, and paperwork. Presidential protection is no different. The highest levels of protection are for the sitting President and Vice President; further down are nominated candidates, declared candidates, and then somewhere in the mix are former Presidents and other dignitaries. As the sitting President, the setup in Butler would have been very different and far more encompassing to eliminate potential site lines of attack. As a candidate, the level of coverage is not as far reaching—hence much of the discussion about responsibility between local police and the Secret Service around various perimeter levels. Exactly who was supposed to do what, and what may have been missed will be the subject of multiple investigations and reports.

Unlike filing taxes, I found my dealings with the Secret Service professional, thoughtful, and filled with hard-working men and women performing a tough job under difficult circumstances. I was witness to (and mercifully not the target of) animated discussions about, yes, outdoor venues and how to maximize security versus visibility to the crowds. Experienced hands, however, always came to an understanding and the events moved forward.

But with a government operation comes political players, and none was more in the spotlight than Secret Service Director Kimberly Cheatle. She met with President Trump, which was an expedient move to reassure a protectee, as well as show leadership. Less reassuring was her surprise walk around the floor of the Republican National Convention, where her presence was met with the warmth given to vegans protesting in a cattlemen’s convention. Maybe she was scoping out how it will feel for the upcoming Congressional hearings.

As I’ve said, I want to sit back and take in as much information before I will place blame. This was right until published reports said that the Secret Service dissuaded President Trump from attending the funeral of Corey Comperatore because they couldn’t “secure the nearby forest.” Toto, I’ve seen the sniper’s nests outside the forest—it has been secured before and can be again.

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