I'm Not a Hero

After 9/11 everyone - and I mean everyone - who wore a uniform was hailed as a hero. It didn't matter if their assignment was to nab shoplifters, deliver fire safety lectures to grade schoolers or mix drinks at the officers' club. Dress in green, blue or khaki for work and get ready for reverence, thanks and unending preferential treatment.

That was bad on us, the fawning public that insisted the cops and firefighters and soldiers and sailors adorn a pedestal for accomplishing nothing more than showing up for work.

Somewhere along the line, though, many folks in uniform came to believe their own PR and started seeing themselves as professional heroes.

That's why St. Louis cops were comfortable demanding Rams players be disciplined by the NFL for a silent protest against questionable police shootings. It's also why New York City cops decided they could try to exclude the mayor - their boss - from police funerals for doing nothing more than raising a few questions about their behavior.

Let's go back to pre-9/11 standards and declare heroic risks and actions are required for reverence to be awarded. Assigning praise for nothing more than wearing a uniform demeans those who make the sacrifices that define the word hero.