your friendly neighborhood police officer?

Around 4am this morning this dude was running NAKED
down the middle of my street SCREAMING ‘I LOVE MY MOTHER!
I LOVE YOU MOM! I LOVE YOU MOM! I LOVE YOU MOM!
Abruptly awaken from sleep, my initial reaction was
‘Really? Well, can you love her at a reasonable hour,
quietly and in your house?!’
When my toddler was awakened, I was hot.
I went to the living room to find my husband looking through the blinds.
My husband, baby and I watched this dude…running.
I realized that he was not well. It was frightening, sad even.
Suddenly, out of nowhere 2 cops showed up.
They started yelling at the man to stand still…stop moving.
He wasn’t listening. He kept right on yelling about his mom. THEN I got nervous.
The officers reached into their pockets ….and yelled ‘STAND STILL!’
I told my husband to get the camera.

Remember when you were little and your cousin wanted to be a cop?
Remember when you felt safe when an officer was around? What happened to that? Where did our friendly neighborhood officer go? When did we start filming the police? When did we start WANTING to film the police?
I’m in the fourth decade of my life and I am more afraid of cops than I am of bangers because at least a banger may face a trial and get locked up.
I am more afraid because there are 3 beautiful black males in my house.
I want to know who's protecting us from the protector?
Who protected Amadou Diallou’s mama? Sean Bell’s mama? Oscar Grant’s mama?
Who’s gonna protect MY babies?

My husband never got the camera.
And 12 more officers and an ambulance came to the scene.
All ended well.
The young white man was taken away without incident.
I pray that they found his family and that he’s home safe today.
But I still went to sleep afraid.
I went to sleep afraid.