The relationship between those who serve and protect and my community is nonexistent. I don’t know what it is like to be the child of a cop who hopes that their parent makes it home safe after working in a community I am afraid to walk in. I don’t want to hate cops, because I remember when my grandfather was abusive to my granny, and they showed up and removed him when no one else would. I don’t know how tough it is to be them. I know what it is like to be me.
