There is perfection, and then there is getting the right man for the job.
NEW YORK -- If you want perfection, go to the Sistine Chapel and
look up. In dealing with human beings: be sensible. If we only
accept pristine backgrounds in our public servants we will end up
with an elitist government that will be, in all but name, an
aristocracy. And, in addition, we will be governed and protected by
an army of second-raters. The only adults who have led past lives
devoid of the pressures of earning their keep in the world will be
those few born with a silver spoons in their mouths, while the rest
of us had to be satisfied with spoons of baser metals, or none at
all. When you have to fight your way upwards in life, the gentle
luxuries, assorted graciousness' and protections are
unavailable.
It is hard to imagine a more miserable entry into life than that
of Bernie Kerik. His mother, a prostitute, beaten to death by a
pimp; he was abandoned as a child, not knowing even the identity of
his father or mother. There would be no promise for such a person,
no helping hand up the ladder of life, no support system of money,
no sage advice or influence. In all, the recipe of a disastrous and
wasted life. Yet, he persevered.
If is one is born with the abundances of life there is no upward
journey. The Keriks of America, and those perhaps whose birth
placed them not as far back in the race, had to climb their way up,
past imperfect jobs, friends and relatives on the wrong side of the
justice system, even having to file for bankruptcy because on a
$25,000 a year cop's salary it was easy to be $11,782 in debt with
no prospect of being able to pay.
One would think that as head of a department of 180,000 people
entrusted with protecting America from a terrorist attack, we
should be more concerned in choosing a person who could best do the
task, rather than one who went to the right schools, and was able
to avoid in his journey through life, having to deal with people
one would rather do without, having relatives that were able to
assist their sail through life, not having to make compromises and
being able to have done all things that would be absolutely
impeccable, even viewed though a prism of a later time. Time is a
spectacular catalyst that with its passing changes the ferocious
wolf into the diminutive chihuahua.
If we are concerned about the future, and results, logic would
suggest that Kerik was the man for the job, since he is one of the
few, and the very few, who had to deal with the results of
terrorism and dealt with it successfully. It was a mistake to lose
our way in mire of his past, rather than the promise he could have
held for the future.