On New Year’s Day, my husband came home from work and started our “how the day went” conversation over breakfast with a shorthand version of stories about drunk people doing stupid things. Then he shared a story that touched me.
He was one of several officers responding to a late night disturbance at a fast food restaurant. A black teen boy walked past with one hand raised, his middle finger extended, aimed at police on the scene. My husband’s partner, a black woman, looked at the boy…Continue