An open letter to a police officer I am a white woman, with a brother in uniform. Yet now, when I see you, I am afraid. Are you complicit in acts of police brutality? Are you a violent offender protected by a uniform, a culture, and a system so
An open letter to a police officer
I am a white woman, with a brother in uniform. Yet now, when I see you, I am afraid. Are you complicit in acts of police brutality? Are you a violent offender protected by a uniform, a culture, and a system so entrenched, it has allowed atrocities against my black, Latinx, and poor brothers and sisters to continue for decades?
I don’t want to be suspicious of you. I know many of you serve people of all colors, creeds, and incomes with compassion, respect, and honor. You are often in danger. You are regularly, routinely, and repeatedly dispatched to handle experiences that I rarely encounter – car accidents, drug overdoses, domestic violence, theft.
Last Friday, as I witnessed military police and National Guard members assemble near our state capitol, I was deeply disturbed. After the blatant abuse of the military in D.C., this show of force made me fearful for my black friends, neighbors, and colleagues.
I ask you to be the change. Reject racism, brutality, and the dehumanization of the people you have sworn to serve and protect. Demand patrol partners, both for your own safety, and to hinder those that would subtly retaliate against fellow officers working for change. Demand the opportunity to engage constructively with communities of color. Demand the training and resources that you need to serve and protect all of us. Demand change within your unions, within your departments. Brag when your department’s record beats the national average for similar communities by an order of magnitude.
You have the ability to end police brutality. You have the ability to make us feel safe. Be the change.