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"My Country, My take" is a riveting memoir of a true American Son, Richard Lira. It is the story of a remarkable man who loved his mom and dad, survived the barrio in East LA, fought his way to the top of his profession as a security consultant to the celebrities, adored his amazing kids and defended his beloved country as a passionate patriot, having served in both the military and law enforcement. 

Richard Lira is not shy about his likes and dislikes about the forces that define the land he loves. You may not agree with all his "takes", but they are as honest as an Iowa sunset. 

What is unique about this narrative is that it is refreshingly candid, there is nothing conniving or compromising about it. Richard's thoughts and experiences come forth as a ladle of ice water on a muggy day. 

As a result, you will not only be proud of your country, but you will also fall in love with it all over again, from the Founding Fathers to the Constitution, to our rich heritage, to the pride in our police, to the nobility of military experience. 

His stories on the celebrities he has worked with affords us a backstage look into our heroes. You will smile time and time again as he banters with Mariah Carey, Al Pacino, Andy Garcia, the American Idol hosts, John Ritter, Gladys Knight, Quincy Jones, Aaron Spelling, Snoop Dogg and many others.

He loves genuine people, soul music, LA sports teams, Kobe Bryant, loyalty, his beloved mother, being kind to others, his faith in God and his beautiful children. 

This is a remarkable man with a big heart for his country and her people. It is a must-read for every American. Thank you, Richard!

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PRAISE FOR MY COUNTRY, MY TAKE

I loved “My Country, My Take” because I related to every page of it… growing up stories, famous events, celebrities, my favorite Presidents, what is right and wrong with America… it is a CLASSIC! Steven Dahl

Richard Lira is a true American Son. He is a product of what is great about our family, our country and true American heroes, like our military and law enforcement. I am proud to stand next to him as he tells it like it is about our wonderful nation!Frank Postelwhite

As I read Richard’s book, I cried tears of joy, excitement, pride and love for America. He is an author that makes you feel everything you are reading because you are not just reading words on a page, you are living it! Joyce Bentley

Richard Lira

My Country, My Take

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Copyright ©️ 2022 by Richard Lira

No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

Published by BooxAi

ISBN: 978-965-577-950-9

MY COUNTRY, MY TAKE

THE JOURNEY OF AN AMERICAN SON

RICHARD LIRA

I dedicate this book to my most precious assets, my children.

Without you, my life would have no meaning or direction. You helped me along the way with advice, motivation, and guidance to make me a better person, and help rescue me from the dark path that I was on.

You may not even know this, but it was you that made me strong and worthwhile. You were the ones that gave me the strength to become a better man.

 Thank you.

CONTENTS

Introduction

Special Thanks

1. My Amazing Parents

2. Once, twice, three times a Family!

3. High School USA!

4. The Patriot

5. Returning Home

6. Significant Moments

7. My Motivation

8. My Children

9. The Police Officer

10. Security to the Stars

11. The Art of Adapting

12. Toxic Democrats

13. Crazy (and not so crazy!) Conspiracy Theories

14. The Shifting Faces of the Supreme Court

15. The Rise and Fall of the Media

16. How are we doing, America?

17. The Red Menace

18. The Consummate Con Man of California

19. Me run for Governor… why NOT?

20. Making America Great Again

21. Why I Love America

22. Colin Kaepernick, George Floyd, and Black Lives Matter

23. Rating the President's good and bad

24. What is a Patriot?

25. My personal hopes and aspirations for my beloved children

Epilogue

About the Author

INTRODUCTION

This is the journey of a young boy’s life growing up in the inner-city neighborhoods of Los Angeles and how the ghetto can make your life a living hell.

Like many other kids, I dreamed of becoming a famous athlete.

In the early 60s, I can remember as a kid watching the Dodgers, Lakers, Rams, and USC football. I wanted to be just like the legends, Wilt Chamberlain, Jerry West, Sandy Koufax, Don Drysdale, Roman Gabriel, and Mike Garrett.    

We come into this life full of hopes of what we would like our life to become.  As children, we play make-believe, trying on different roles to see if and how they fit.

They say hindsight is 20-20.  But I have found that time takes off the sharp edges of those things we think would be best forgotten.  It rounds off the corners and gives a mature perspective that can only be gained through living and learning.

This book is a gift to my children and to others, including you, who may find it insightful in life.

It is my hope that it will help them avoid some of the sharp edges that may snag you and hold you back from your dreams.

SPECIAL THANKS

Here are some wonderful individuals who believed in me and made my life (and this book!) possible.

First and foremost, I would like to give thanks to my Lord who has always watched over me and my family through good and bad times in my lifetime.

I would like to thank my wonderful parents for bringing me into this world and always being there for me in time of need.

I would like to thank my wonderful children for making me so proud of them and making me feel worth throughout my life, you have made me so very proud of you.

A special thanks to all the men and women that I have served with in the military and in Law Enforcement who have always had my back and made me a better leader.

To my brother Ray who served with the 101st Airborne division and convinced me to go Airborne, and his wife JoJo, who I looked to as my fourth sister, thank you.

To my sisters, Louise, Martha, and Rosemary who were there for me when in need, Thank you.

To Rhonda who always made me feel like family, thank you so very much.

A special thanks to Christine Lorkowski who helped me through a very difficult time while recovering from a major surgery, thank you Chris.

To Tim Marks, CEO of the executive protection company, who gave me my first shot in the business. Thank you brother.

To Jerry Finchum, Operations Lieutenant (Retired) for having me in his prayers and being a great mentor, thank you Sir.

To Steve Kirby, Patrol supervisor (Retired) for always being available when I was in need of help, never a dull moment working with you brother, thanks Kirby.

To Micheal Kandoll, Chief of police (Retied) for being so understanding with your department and working along side with your officers, thank you Sir.

To Ralph Bizzle, Department Training Coordinator (Retired) for the great friendship that we share and most of all for your help along the way, thank you brother.

To Patrick Hurley, Award winning Television producer and ghostwriter, without your help this book would not be possible, thank you my friend.

CHAPTERONE

MY AMAZING PARENTS

“When you look into your mother's eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.” 

I am the son of Mr. Joseph Simon and Evangeline Lira, two of the greatest parents one could have.

Physically, they were like Mutt and Jeff, dad was over six tall and mom stood under five feet tall.

Unfortunately, I didn’t see or spend much time with my father. The times that I did spend with him were memorable.

I was always happy to say he was my dad.  My father was a blue-collar worker who served our country in the military.

There is something very special about a soldier.

My mother mostly worked as a housewife raising her children and sometimes working side jobs.

Back then, mothers were to take care of the family at home and the men worked to support them.

Due to the Feminist Movement of the 60s, times have dramatically changed. But in my day, my father was often away from home, and my mother provided us with the daily necessities we needed.

I honestly don’t know how my parents were able to get by financially.

It was a difficult economic time in our East LA neighborhood.  But they always found a way to get what they needed for their children, whether it was birthdays, holidays, special occasions, or school supplies, we always had them.

It wasn’t until I began to get older that I realized that my father was not around as much, but my mother was always there when I needed something.

When I was ill, she was the one that cared for me and made things feel so much better,

I don’t know what it is, but mothers have this quality about them to make everything better.

They are doctors when you’re sick and they are the bank when you need money.

My mother was everything to me and she asked for nothing but the gift of her children.

My dad did teach me some things as I was growing up, but very little, since he was never around that much.

But some of the things he would say to me as a child, I still embrace today.

My mother was my superstar, for an uneducated woman, she was an overflowing font of knowledge,

Mom was a celebrity and didn’t even know it.

She was an entertainer, singer, dancer and performed with some of the biggest Latin stars of all time. I didn’t find this out until after she had passed away.

My sister invited me to her home and told me, “Mom wanted you to have these items.”

They were scrapbooks of my mother’s performances and shows she had performed in while I was growing up.

There were dozens and dozens of articles, pictures, and newspaper clippings celebrating her shows with audiences. I was overwhelmed in seeing them.

Not only was my mother a great entertainer, but in demand from the industry, she was a stunningly beautiful lady.

I can honestly say that my musical background came from my mother, “la Mesquita,” translated in English, “the little doll,” and she was!

I drew my inspiration from her. She would always tell me, “Son, you can become anything you want to be. You will just have to work hard for it!”

My mother was right.

Even when my mother was not feeling good, she was always there for me and made sure I had what I needed at the time.

Both my parents lived through the Great Depression and had managed to survive the hard economic times, just getting by from day to day, and making huge sacrifices for the children they loved.

We as children don’t really appreciate what our parents did for us until we become parents ourselves.

Now that I am a dad, I understand what my parents went through to make sure we had what we needed.

I owe them a lifetime of gratitude, which I could never repay.

To my mother and father, I love and miss you both, until we meet again in heaven.

I come from a very strong Catholic background, and I passionately believe in our Lord!

He has taken care of me and my children for years. I was never perfect in serving Him, but I never stopped loving Him.

I was the youngest sibling and by the time I became aware of my existence, my brothers and sisters were grown, so in essence, I was an “only.”

I was too young to really understand what was going on around me. All I knew was when I needed shoes, clothes, or something to eat, my mother made sure I had it.

How she did it, I had no idea, but she somehow made it happen.

She was an uneducated lady who could not read or write, but she made up for it with her grit and perseverance.

She was an amazing human being.

The East L.A. area and surroundings we lived in were saturated with gangs, drugs, shootings, and a whole lot more.

It wasn’t Mayberry, it was a war zone.

Things got so bad I can remember going into the kitchen at times to find something to eat, opening the refrigerator for some milk, and it was sour.

There were numerous times I didn’t enjoy a good meal for days.

We subsisted on Cream of Wheat, eggs, and water. That was my daily intake of nutrition, for the most part.

Several days a month, I didn’t eat at all.

As bad as it got, my mom instilled an attitude from an early age to always care for others.

During that time, I was attending Sheridan Elementary School in East LA. I remember on those hot summer days on the playground we would play kickball, tetherball, and other fun things.

Growing up with sports was such a joy to me.

At times I can remember some of the other kids would make fun of me because some of my clothes were not up to fashion as the others.

We were poor. I washed my clothes every other day I arrived home from school since they were the same ones I would wear the next day.

At times I would be afraid to take my shoes off in class when asked because my shoes and socks had holes in them.

I was embarrassed my classmates would make fun of me.

I was ashamed, but I never faulted my mother who was uneducated and worked so hard to keep me fed and pay the bills with what she had.

I don’t remember my father being with us in our home during that time in my life. I do recall my brothers and sisters coming and going, but most of the time it was just my mother and me.

Mom and I watched our favorite shows on TV, like Gunsmoke (as Festus reminded us, “When you learn a thing a day you store up smart”), The Andy Griffith Show. We loved (“one bullet Barney!”), The Beverly Hillbillies (Granny’s insight, “It ain’t Ellie Mae’s shoulders popping the buttons on her blouse!”), (Hogan’s Heroes (“I know NOTHING!”), Mister Rogers ("As human beings, our job in life is to help people”), Engineer Bill and his Cartoon Express, and of course, Batman (“Holy Astringent Plum-Like Fruit, Batman!”)

Robin outdid himself on that phrase!

Mom and I would sit there talking and eating what food we had and enjoying each other’s company.

A mother and son daily reunion.

But personally, I struggled.

Even at a young age, I was already starting to do things wrong,

In elementary school, I began cutting classes. Evidently, the academic lessons were not holding my attention and I wanted more action!

I started to become a problem child in school, and at home, I would walk alone, not caring about anything or anyone.

I would walk the streets all day after school, up and down Brooklyn Avenue. in the East LA area, in and out of stores with no purpose and no guidance.

That was life for most kids in the ghetto areas of LA.

We were constantly reminded that there was no one there to keep us on the straight and narrow, no matter how much they tried.

We had to learn to figure things out on our own.

Gangs were everywhere in the ‘hood, and I had several friends that were members, but I never joined a gang.

My mom would have taken me to task for that! (or have my uncle or brother handle it, which they did at times).

She did everything she could to keep me out of trouble, but I was as stubborn and hard-headed as a bucking Bronco in a rodeo pit.

I became very street smart at a very early age.

Had it not been for my upbringing in such a hostile ghetto area, I don’t think I would have made it very far success-wise.

Those ups and downs growing up helped me to become a survivor in life.

I look back on it now and realize that someone was looking out for me, and I don’t mean my mother.

Oh, she was always looking out for me, but there was something else, a higher power was in my corner, and we all knew Who that was!

While living at 2517 Folsom Street in Los Angeles, I can look back on it, living in the ghetto. I was on the street named Folsom, Johnny Cash much?

How funny is that?

While I was growing up and still living with my mother, I would spend time with her, taking the bus into the city and going to places like Little Tokyo, Chinatown, Olvera Street, and historic El Pueblo De Los Angeles.

There was the iconic Union Station, Clifton’s Cafeteria, Philippe’s original beef dip, and the entertaining amusement of the Observatory in Griffith Park.

We not only had Disneyland, but we also had two other amusement parks, Pacific Ocean Park (P.O.P). and The Pike.

There were the La Brea Tar Pits, MacArthur Park, Bunker Hill with its Angel’s flight, the world’s shortest railway, and the Watts Towers, with its 17 interconnected sculptural edifices, to name a few.

LA was loaded with iconic attractions, especially for kids.

Those were all landmarks in and around the city that I remembered as a child.

My mother would make it a point to take me to those venues even though she could not afford it.

She knew that I enjoyed going to those places, so she did what she could to make it happen.

She was a great mom. She was a 4’11, pepper pot, with brown eyes and a fiery passion to enjoy life!

My mother loved performing on stage and lit up audiences wherever she went.

She was charismatic, fearless, and thrived on challenges. Audiences adored her.

I adored her. I could not have been prouder of her as a son.

CHAPTERTWO

ONCE, TWICE, THREE TIMES A FAMILY!

“There is nothing more beautiful than someone who goes out of their way to make life beautiful for others.”

As I was growing up, I met the most incredible group of people, Mr. & Mrs. Robert and Carmen Munoz and their awesome kids, who would end up being the family I never had at home while I was growing up as a child.

They lived next door to us, and they had children of their own, Bobby, Sandy, Art, Charlie, Lola, Desiree, and Martin.

If it had not been for them, who knows where I would have ended up. 

I am so thankful to them for being a part of my life. They included me in their family functions and gave me my first true feeling of a family while growing up in the hood.

This was the family connection that I had been missing with my own brothers and sisters.

The Munoz kids were closer to my age than my siblings, and we had a lot more in common.

Through the Munoz family, I met another incredible family that took me in as one of their own, Mr. & Mrs. Richard and Tina Jimenez. 

They had six children of their own, who would become my other family I never had as a child growing up. My brothers and sisters Jimenez, Cecilia, Richard, Olivia, Phillip, Elizabeth, and Sylvia,

I owe so much to these two families, even a lifetime of gratitude and thanks.

Mr. Munoz and Mr. Jimenez both played a major role in my life as the father figures I never really had as a child.

They were there for me, and their children were my brothers and sisters that I never had at home.

Mrs. Carmen Munoz and Mrs. Tina Jimenez were the mothers I could turn to when my mother was not around.

Instead of being a latch-key kid, I had a total of seventeen brothers and sisters to hang out with and five parents to look after me!

But make no mistake, I only had one real mother whom I adored, and she never let me down.

She was my loving and beautiful mother Evangeline (Angie) who was known as La Munequita (The Doll) to family and friends.

But she was a popular entertainer and always performing, and a vulnerable boy like me needed surrogate parents and families to support me.

Had they not been there, living in a rough neighborhood, I could have been in a world of trouble.



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