I believed I could have a “Fuck the Police” mentality without putting my two law-enforcing parents into that category. I rationalized that belief because my parents are good people, making them good cops. However, that was not a conclusion I could come to for every cop. When the deaths of unarmed black civilians became more public, I started to question how any black person could put on a uniform that started to represent danger for anyone with their skin tone. How does one deal with the duality of the two identities? What perspective does a black police officer have when it comes to their duty, their black life and the lives around them?
My parents became cops to help people–to help people is their calling. Being a police officer was their job. Stepping into and out of that role was critical to making sure they came home every night, and that they came home as people first. It’s the same for the officers featured in this work. Before, during and at the end of watch their black lives matter even when they are outlined in blue.