A Letter to all of Harris County, Texas

Judge William “Bill” McLeod.

 My name is Bill McLeod, William “Bill” McLeod. I am a proud Democratic former Judge of Harris County Civil Court at Law No. 4 and I want to make a difference across Harris County, Texas, and use my experience in life to fight for a better world starting at home, right here in Harris County Texas.

To really understand who I am and why I believe what I believe and why I am the best person to hold and be re-elected in 2020 to Harries County Civil Court No. 4, there are some things you need to know about me and I would like to share with you. These discussions aren’t all easy to have, but they are important. And if I am going to continue to pursue elected offices to make a difference, I want to dive right into them, no matter how difficult they might be, because that is how we make progress.

Let’s start here: I was born with white privilege. It’s a fact, a fact we don’t talk about enough. I see the racism and inequity of our system. I abhor it. But I am still privileged.

My best use of that privilege is to: acknowledge, understand and leverage my privilege for justice instead of personal gain by staying in my lane in the fight.

My journey toward louder and louder acknowledgement of my privilege and the fight against racism started from day one, because I grew up around pain. When I was a child, I was bullied, called names including “adoptee boy.” My pronouncing of words and names has gotten better, those that know me today, yes, it is better. I felt pain. My red hair and my learning troubles where not yet celebrated by me as that space was lonely inside and very frightening and not understood, I grew up in the 1960’s.

Sometimes I see that despair in our young children today, I worry and that stirs me to anger as I do not believe that any child should suffer alone and hide the darkness that is felt filled with tears. But that darkness is actually their light, as it was mine, when nurtured with understanding and support, being embraced in that lonely place is freeing and can unleash an amazing life journey. Even if a child does not seem to be reaching out he or she is, trust me I know, take time and listen to a child that seems to be going down the wrong path, it is a cry for love, understanding, and help that cannot be pushed aside.

When I read words as a kid, they jumped around like James Harden driving to the hoop, I could not read from the pages of a book, but hold the book up in the mirror, I was good! I couldn’t understand why I had so much trouble when my two amazing brothers and my loving beautiful sister were all so smart. No matter how hard I tried, these things didn’t change. They were things I could not change about myself, things I simply had to deal with and personally overcome, never have wanted sympathy, as a matter of fact, I never have written about my personal space, but felt the time was right and important to share. I hope only that my sharing more about me helps those who look at me as a distraction, start to see my force as their force to be reckoned with by those who want to discount instead of build.

I have one brother who is still with us, And, his personal struggle with addiction has been painful for him. My love for my brother, caring for him in his space is personal as he growths through his pain, it is my pain also as is the pain of losing a sibling.

My sister who I to this day admire and cherish go to her at a drop of a hat for support when needed at any time for any reason she is there for me as is her loving husband. You see as kids our family was torn apart and we were separated. The pain of being away from my sister lives with me, as does the loss of my oldest brother. But guess who took me to a place of healing and understanding my sister, which I will always love her for her strength and unyielding love she has for me. We have cried a lot of tears together and spread to many ashes.

And I knew others had pain, and it angered me. It made me who I am: someone who fights against those who say that someone is different. Or “scary”. Or “not us”. Every time a racist politician uses a dog whistle, it reminds me why I am in this fight.

I want everyone to feel the opposite of that pain. I want them to feel the love they deserve just for being human. Over a decade ago I found myself in a place where I felt that kind of love, a beautiful, caring, loving church, an African American church.

I love my church family and always will, and they feel the same about me. I know the safety our church brings to our members. Almost 7 years after of being in the sanctuary on Sunday mornings, our men’s Sunday school group was opened to me, which was a deep expression of trust and love, I honor and respect to this day.

My life has grown immeasurably because of the love and openness of the sharing and expressions of understanding of the world experiences that so many of my church brothers have shared, allowing me the honor of being in their space, not to affirm but to listen, laugh with and grow together.

The Crossing has always been there for me and together Denise and I attended our church until she was laid to rest after a lengthy battle with cancer. Our church family was always there for my soulmate Denise, who I loved very deeply in life, who had to leave me. But before she did, she gave me so much love to share with the world, I can only honor that gift every day which brings peace to my soul.

Cancer is evil; it takes beautiful people away from us before their time for no reason. But cancer does not discriminate. It’s our healthcare system that discriminates.

Denise had to continue working after her diagnosis because of the much needed and unaffordable treatment if she did not have the company insurance, a luxury few have and can really afford. After a few months, with her health declining, her company fired her and told her she could go on Cobra, if you did not know Cobra ends, and does not wait for our health to improve the days go fast with the feeling of desperation on your heart, that desperation was on mine. It was something no one should ever have to deal with, especially while they are fighting for their lives; so when I express my believes about healthcare as a human right and not a privilege, that’s the passion you hear in my voice, I am speaking for those whose voices have been silenced by the injustice, callas healthcare system we are under, and I do mean under. But a new day is coming!

Please do not mistake my broken-heart for anger, but understand: while I have passionately fought for real healthcare support, Republicans in the State of Texas continue to slash social programs and justify their behavior through demagogic scare tactics. Every policy to safeguard people from corporate corruption, the Insurance Industrial Complex and pharmaceutical price fixing is labeled by the far right as “liberal socialist giveaways”, usually followed by a racist slur toward the black community or immigrants who simply come here for a better life.

Politicians who don’t see the need for people to have that kind of basic support fail the empathy test for public servants. They spend time getting corporate handouts instead of handing out turkeys during the holidays. When they do charity, it’s to make themselves feel better, not fight poverty and hunger. It’s no way to run a county, and it’s no way to run a country. It’s not leadership.

I want to make a difference, and I know making a difference means giving time and resources to those who need them year-round. ANYONE who knows me from the day I stepped foot on the grounds of Thurgood Marshall Schools of Law knows I work hard and work long hours to succeed.

For me, difference is a strength. The people I have always gravitated toward have seen it that way, too. Special education for me and my other friends in elementary school was something that we needed, wanted and were thankful for its advantages. I personally do not see learning challenges as a flaw, but celebrate the ability to connect and a way to help make a difference in a person’s life.

By helping a child hold on to their dreams and goals that are fortified in adulthood, long after the child moves on and no longer after the child can remember the community of angles making that difference is itself the magic of love. By making that child stronger, allowing a star in each child’s eye to shine in a way that might not have transpired is a blessing to everyone in our community.

I will continue to bring that same philosophy across Harris County. I will bring value to our society and to all communities at large and ensure that EVERYONE has access to the RESOURCES of our courts across Harris County with fairness and justice.

Amazingly, I have been criticized by Republicans in the past because I believe that outreach is the responsibility of elected official in the judiciary, and I will continue to reach all our communities across Harris County. The fight for justice includes social justice!

Getting into neighborhoods and talking and listening with people about what they see, feel, struggle with and the victories that are theirs to own does matter.

Fighting the school-to-prison pipeline matters. Fighting income inequality matters. Fighting for all of our marginalized communities’ matter. Fighting for excellence equal education matters for every child. Fighting for ALL our neighborhood schools’ matter. I think you get my feelings on needing to stand up and fight for what is right and not what is easy.

The system (i.e. money) in place is and has been out of control, doing nothing but attacking our national treasures: our children. Our Black and Brown schools are particularly under attack, threatened with closure by the Texas Education Agency.

Our schools have increasingly have become more underfunded. Early childhood suspension rob children of their future during early elementary school. High stakes testing reduces resources and strains their teachers. Schools get chartered by corporate giants or closed in favor of other corporate experiments that steal resources from our kids and hand deliver them to right-wing politicians in Austin’s greedy towers. Child detention centers open up at the same rate as private prison expansion, filling ICE contracts to enrich the donors of corporate class politicians.

Right here in Houston, our communities have had to fight with everything to make sure children are not jailed in a facility on Emancipation Avenue just down the street from the home stadium of our world champion Houston Astros. There’s nothing more ironic than putting a baby jail on Emancipation Avenue, a street named for freedom. Our baseball team, down the street from a baby jail, celebrates home runs with thousands cheering the home team on.

The Curtains in my chambers were open when I was in office so that the people of Harris County could see the workings of justice being administered fairly and impartially, lady justice is blindfolded for a reason. My heart tells me there is an urgent emergency that cannot wait, we cannot just sit back and be unseen. I want to continue to be a strong advocate for everyone outside the courtroom, just as I was when sitting on the bench. To have the opportunity to touch the soul and hearts of all our communities in Harris County is a requirement of the job, not a pastime to be used for political gain.

These issues are all interconnected and are all personal to me. They are all issues I can take on in my own way, as a fair arbiter of justice on the bench. I hope I can continue to earn your trust and vote. I connect to issues that bring people races, cultures, and politics together in a personal way with the scale of justice in balance. Honesty, loyalties are true to my values that represent who I am. I will bring equality to ALL communities and justice to our courts across Harris County and continue to bring modern Texas values to the bench.

Thank you for your continuous encouragement and support!

 

 

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