Roll of the Dice

Not all of my interactions with police have been bad. Many have been nice.

But imagine that we had met each other 15 times. Imagine that 10 of those times I was nice and friendly and helpful.

Then imagine that the other 5 times we met I did things like punch you in the face, point a loaded gun at you, threaten to get you fired from your job, lock you in my basement, and tell you that I would stalk you for the rest of your life and make sure to ruin any opportunity you had.

Imagine that you had no way of knowing ahead of time whether we were about to have a good interaction or a bad one.

Imagine that there was nothing you could do about it. If you tried to report my behavior to the authorities nobody would listen and nothing would happen to me.

How would you feel about me? What would you feel when you saw me coming towards you?