  I am beginning to understand the Nazis. You wear a uniform- and you feel a part of something. Moreover, you feel a part of something that others who do not have a uniform are not a part of.
He went speeding by as I flagged my hands up, "You can't go that waaaay! It says 'Do Not Enter' for a reason! " Within seconds Sheriff Woods had his lights on, and had the car pulled over. It's just so cool when your words are backed by a man with power to issue a traffic ticket. It was us vs. them. S&R vs. angry white trash. They werenyou't stopping, and so I stepped out in front of the car.
I could see her yelling at me, but for some reason she thought the window was non-existant. Her tounge ring caught my eye as the lady in her late-20's, early 30's opened her mouth to blabber off about the man in the car (who's scraggly face was smoking a cigarette above a dirty shirt) that needed to turn his application in, and "We don't want to park, and we went down there, and they told us to come here, and you told us to go back down there. " While I should have directed them back to the temporary drop-off zone, as I did the first time... I was weak and soft, and let them sit in the front parking lot for 10 minutes. Yet, that was an exception.
Working at the fair as a traffic controller was a very different sort of job compared to shoveling pine-needles at my grangparents house last summer, or even teaching a class of kindergarteners. It is strange, the effect that uniform has on me. I am representing something greater than myself. This seems to adhere me to a certain code of behavior. As people drive by, I nod and they do the hand-on-the-wheel-finger-wave. I am quick to answer questions and gladly give directions. I am, afterall, in a uniform and must follow a certain code of behavior.
I am respectful, polite, gracious.... authoritative, objective, forceful. "DO NOT let anyone through this gate. NO ONE goes through it" he said, and so I carried the sentiment on throughout the day. Just as the idea sat in my head all day, "it is important, as a wearer of this uniform, to uphold the law; and to react to all those who do not.
Infact, it is increasingly important... So much so, to the point of..." I can easily see men in a different uniform, feeling the passion and purpose of upholding the law and being dedicated to the good of society: ridding the nation of Jews. Uniforms are dangerous things. Come Saturday, during those 11 hours I'll do my best to be the one wearing that beloved brown apparel...and not vice-versa. 
