Those are the main concerns I recall I’ve had about the FBI. There are others that do not come to mind at the moment. My knowledge is only limited to the Boston office so I imagine at the 56 field offices and their many sub divisions there are similar types of problems. It is not a problem free office and the perception of problems stems from the secrecy in which it operates and also from the acquiescence of Congress which up until now has been fearful of it.
The idea now is not to throw out the baby with the bath water. The FBI has talented, honest, and capable agents who act professionally. There are some changes needed in it but these can be done easily if the will is there. Those seeking its destruction because they are part of the Trump cult seeking to hide any crimes he may have committed must be ignored.
Congress may want to set up a select committee or appoint some prominent officials to do a study of it but not until the biased Trump clones now running it are no longer leading the committees. The safety and security of America in large part depends on the FBI. We should act to protect it while demanding more openness and more adherence to the civil rights of the people.
Judge Brandies had it right. He said: “Publicity is justly commended as a remedy for social and industrial diseases. Sunlight is said to be the best of disinfectants; electric light the most efficient policeman.” Or expressed differently we should light a candle rather than curse the darkness.
Speaking of light we should also listen to the final words of the Great Communicator. He said:
The past few days when I’ve been at that window upstairs, I’ve thought a bit of the “shining city upon a hill.” The phrase comes from John Winthrop, who wrote it to describe the America he imagined. What he imagined was important because he was an early Pilgrim, an early freedom man. He journeyed here on what today we’d call a little wooden boat; and like the other Pilgrims, he was looking for a home that would be free.
I’ve spoken of the shining city all my political life, but I don’t know if I ever quite communicated what I saw when I said it. But in my mind it was a tall, proud city built on rocks stronger than oceans, windswept, God-blessed, and teeming with people of all kinds living in harmony and peace; a city with free ports that hummed with commerce and creativity. And if there had to be city walls, the walls had doors and the doors were open to anyone with the will and the heart to get here. That’s how I saw it, and see it still.
And how stands the city on this winter night? More prosperous, more secure, and happier than it was 8 years ago. But more than that: After 200 years, two centuries, she still stands strong and true on the granite ridge, and her glow has held steady no matter what storm. And she’s still a beacon, still a magnet for all who must have freedom, for all the pilgrims from all the lost places who are hurtling through the darkness, toward home.
We’ve done our part. And as I walk off into the city streets, a final word to the men and women of the Reagan revolution, the men and women across America who for 8 years did the work that brought America back. My friends: We did it. We weren’t just marking time. We made a difference. We made the city stronger, we made the city freer, and we left her in good hands. All in all, not bad, not bad at all.
And so, goodbye, God bless you, and God bless the United States of America.