In Memoriam | Mitchell William Winters

Mitchell William Winters, raised in Piedmont and a graduate of the Piedmont schools, died on Friday, November 12, 2021, at the age of 23. He leaves behind a legacy of which anyone, of any age, would be justifiably proud.

From the age of 8, all he ever wanted to do was serve this country, first in the United States Marine Corps and then as a police officer. He achieved both of those dreams — after starting early in his life to work towards them.

While attending the Piedmont Schools, he developed a deep love for the Boy Scouts of America’s youth programs of character development and values-based leadership training. A member of Piedmont’s vaunted Troop 15, Mitch achieved various leadership positions, including as the Troop Representative to the Order of the Arrow. He also graduated from the Boy Scouts of America’s National Youth Leadership Training program and thereafter served on the Staff and as a Team Guide for that program. 

Ultimately, he earned the rank of Eagle Scout. His Eagle Scout project was informed and inspired by contact with the Oakland Police Department’s K-9 training facility; Mitch had seen the training officers eating lunch without a place to sit. So he built and installed a picnic table and benches for them. 

As a Troop 15 leader has written about Mitch, “he was a significant role model for many scouts.”

 Mitch was also part of the Piedmont Police Department’s Police Explorer’s Program, devoting approximately 350 hours/year to it. He helped with crowd and traffic safety at beloved town events like the Fourth of July parade and the Fallfest 5K run. Ultimately Mitch’s peers selected him as the Sergeant of the Explorers program.

And he was part of the Piedmont Explorer team that went to the 2015 SWAT Tactical Competition in Chandler, AZ and, in a series of David-v.-Goliath-type upsets, placed first in 3 out of 11 events against better-funded teams from much bigger cities. This trip was when Mitch first started to fall in love with Arizona.

With his parents’ permission, while still in high school, Mitch committed to the United States Marine Corps as an Infantryman. Mitch turned down admission to The Citadel because he wanted to start serving this country right away. He left for basic training two days after graduating from high school. 

In the Corps, he was deployed overseas for eight months, earned a meritorious promotion, won a National Defense Medal, was an Infantry Squad Leader, a Combat Marksmanship Coach, and a graduate of the brutal Marine Corps Water Survival School. In his off hours, he became a cross-fit enthusiast and a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu devotee—and he won his second tournament. He was honorably discharged from the Corps after four years of service.

In June of this year, he graduated from the Mesa Arizona Police Academy, full of joy, hope, and optimism—his natural state. He was so looking forward to being, as he put it, “out on the street.” As Phase 1 of a four-phase field training program, he was assigned to “Central Graves”—Central Mesa, the graveyard shift. Mesa is afflicted by the high crime rates that its two principal national gangs, MS-13 and the Aryan Brotherhood, inflict on it. Mitch was assigned a Field Training Officer (“FTO”) nicknamed “The Hunter”—someone who would proactively look for gang activity and get those gang members off the street. 

Mitch loved it. He thrived on it. He called us each week, in calls that would last an hour or more, to regale us with stories of the arrests that he had helped and the events on his shift. He loved Central Graves, and he admired and respected The Hunter. He could not wait to finish his field training program so that he could get “out on the street.”

Something happened in Phase 2. On Friday, November 12, 2021—a date his family will never be able to forget, a date that will always be twenty-four hours of the blackest night—Mitch walked into his apartment bedroom, lay down on his bed, and shot himself.

We had always known that Mitch had the ability to touch many different people in many different spheres of life. It’s only through his death that we have seen how true that was. We have had everyone from the son of a janitor to former United States Ambassadors reach out to tell us how much they admired Mitch and how sorry they are for our, their, and the country’s loss.

And his (it turns out, quite extended) Marine family is bereft. Dozens of his former Marine buddies (a term Marines use to apply both to men and women) have reached out to us to convey their sorrow and share in our grief. 

To a person, they have told us that they loved Mitch. That he was a “great man”—although, being Marines, they salt up the language with words that a family newspaper can’t print. That he was a “natural leader” who “trained us well” and who “made us want to stand a little taller and straighter.” That, although it wasn’t his job to do so, Mitch was always making time to help his fellow Marines with their troubles and struggles, whether those were large or small. 

When I finally reached the Staff Sergeant who recruited Mitch into the Corps, and told him the news, the line went silent for about 15 seconds. And then was filled with sobbing for about the next three minutes. He kept saying “I’m sorry, sir” (Marines call male civilians “sir”) but couldn’t contain the wellspring of grief that sprung from his core. He loved my son. He introduced my son to the Corps, which helped to turn Mitch into the very fine man that he was. I will always be in the Staff Sergeant’s debt. But in this call, I ended up consoling him.

Finally, and most important, if you are, or someone you know is, struggling with thoughts of suicide, reach out to someone for help. Mitch has been uniformly and widely described to us as the last person anyone thought would kill himself. We thought that, too; his last words to us, the night before he died, were “I love you.”

We love you, too, Mitch. As I’ve said to you and your sister since you were little, I love you like the stars above.

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The memorial service is December 5 at 2:30 p.m. at the Claremont Country Club. The Club was important to Mitch. Its head of security, legendary ex-Oakland gang and drug police officer John Gutierrez, gave Mitch his first law-enforcement-type job there as a Security Guard. If you knew Mitch and want to honor his memory, please come.  Everyone is welcome; the Claremont dress code will be observed, please contact the Club for information.

You can share photos and memories of Mitch at this CaringBridge site:  https://www.caringbridge.org/public/mitchellwinters

In lieu of flowers, the family asks for donations in Mitch’s name to one of the following:

1. The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/donate

2. The Piedmont High School Wellness Center: www.piedmontedfoundation.org/honoring-mitchell-william-winters

3. The National Action Alliance for Suicide Prevention working to break the silence on suicide prevention in law enforcement. https://theactionalliance.org/

3 thoughts on “In Memoriam | Mitchell William Winters

  1. Thank you your beautiful words, Vern. Mitch’s legacy belies his years. A tremendous listener with a limitless heart, Mitch was humble, kind, dedicated to service, putting others before himself he honorably lead by example & consistently achieved on a completely different plane. Mitch’s energy was instantly recognizable, he spoke the language of humanity. Whenever I look at the North Star, I think of him up above, waking up Angels at “O dark thirty” for a really cool mission he thought of in the service of others. Mitch, your humanity & selflessness touched many souls, including mine. Support your local police. Uncle Robert

  2. Beautifully said Vern. What a contribution Mitch made to our small town and to our country. I think it’s very important to support our police departments with violent crime, mental illness and substance abuse out of control. Their job is so taxing. All the love in the world to you, Kathleen and Elizabeth

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