Every day, it seems, some new report of a police officer killing a black man comes to light.
And every time one does, a little more despondence darkens my outlook.
It’s as if any action by a black boy or man that, in the mind of the officer, does not indicate complete and utter subjugation, is grounds for deadly force. As much as I depend and trust on the police to protect me, I can’t believe that this is the role that law enforcement was meant so serve.
In fact, I know that’s not the role that the police serve outside of the black community.