To MD's Prince George County Police

You would think that with the rash of negative publicity that cops from various states have earned by their own doing that the rest of the fraternity would have a more measured approach when dealing with the community. Apparently three of The Order didn't feel that the rules had to change. Instead, they preferred the "us" vs. "them" attitude and did their best to foster that feeling. For their efforts, they get an A+ for being total dicks. As a public servant, taking the vow to protect and serve, they've earned an F.

Over dinner late last night, after my son returned from work, I asked the obligatory question, "how was your day?" The reply wasn't the routine answer of "played video games," "working at the job is hard," or the latest happenings about a friend. Nope. He said, "I was stopped by the police." I laughed. "What do you mean stopped?" He doesn't drive. "I was stopped by the police. Me and my friend." I laugh because I can't tell whether he's being silly. So, I asked, "Why?" "Because I'm black." I laugh some more. He says, "I'm not kidding. It's because I'm black." I replied, "I don't doubt that they stopped you because you're black, but are you telling me that they just pulled up and said, 'hey, you, what are you doing?'" He said, "Yeah." And so I stopped laughing to hear the rest of this story.

I'm sure in all the police procedures and laws, you can stop a person for a variety of reasons, even on the basis of suspicion. But here's how it played out. So my son's friend, let's call him Bob, was walking toward the park in the neighborhood from one direction and my son was coming up from the opposite direction. They'd stopped Bob, questioned him (he texted another friend afterward about the entire thing), took down my son's name as the person Bob was going to meet, took a photo of him, and told him to go back home.

So then here comes my son. The officers are basically waiting for him, to ask him not only who he is, but has he been stealing from the houses in the neighborhood. He was asked this several times, in different ways. Then one officer asked if he had outstanding warrants. My son says no. The other officer says no outstanding warrants...yet. Third officer remains quiet (but he had done his part in the interrogation of Bob). My son didn't have ID on him. One officer said you're supposed to have your ID. My son said, I was just going to the park (again, in his neighborhood). Then they asked my son if he knew the people at the park, pushing to see if he's from the area, he named everyone. One officer says that's enough, as he laughs because the other officer is clearly annoyed because with all the questions my son is calm, but also not backing down from responding to all their asinine questions.

My son since senior year of high school has been stopped by county or park police 4 or 5 times in the area, just like this time, with this random questioning. The worst cops are the black ones he says. They approach with an attitude and aggression, even if another (white) cop is present. He said, the white cops have actually been kinder in the way they talk to him.

I'm not going to dissuade him that he wasn't stopped because he was black, but I'm also going to add that he was stopped also for being young. I watch how people, these officers, sales lady in a store, adults in general, react to young males. I watch because I use the information in my writing. Their body language changes, as if they are preparing themselves for a skirmish. In my son's case, when I identify that I'm his mother, then they are all smiles and solicitous...too late. I know how foul you are.

The youth are not the enemy. Black young men are not the enemy. You can't come into the neighborhood, of which he has lived for 18 years, and act like the Gestapo. Taking pictures of these men. What's next, a yellow star? How dare you tell anyone to go home, or go back to his own neighborhood, whatever. You have lost your sense of reality.

If you'd bother to take the time to get out of the car, walk around the neighborhood, stop in at the parks, introduce yourself to the kids, you'd start knowing the faces at these places. It's the same people who usually pop up to play basketball or skateboard.

As for the black male officers, you are looking at your citizens as failures, guilty until you convince me otherwise. Don't project your stereotypes, prejudices, and policing issues on all our young men. Don't look at him and decide he is a gang member, a thief, a burglar. Don't judge him and determine that he lacks a father figure, has an absentee mother, is a delinquent. You are the one who is the failure in the system. You fail as a police officer. You fail as a man. You are a bully with a badge and a gun.

For the Hispanic officer who said to my son, you don't have any warrants yet. I have to shake my head in utter disgust that you looked at my son as a statistic. You, part of the Latino population, dare to prejudge on statistical or stereotypical data. Let me turn the tables on you. How far into your family tree is someone on drugs, out of wedlock pregnant, on welfare, holding outstanding warrants, an alcoholic, illegal? Do I get to judge you, the member of a minority population, despite your gun and badge that give you a false sense of honor and identity. Another bully in the mix.

You are public servants. My taxes help to pay your salary. You serve the public. It's a job you chose to do. It wasn't thrust upon you. It wasn't a royal title that you were born into. My point is that, if you can't do the job properly, then like any job get the hell out. It doesn't matter to me if you are decorated with ribbons and awards, you, collectively, make the mistake of harming my son in any of your "stop and be an asshole" techniques of interrogation and I swear that my only mission in life is to make your life a living hell.


  1. I tried to respond or comment, but it would not let me. Here is what I responded.
    Michelle, Funny that you should post and share this today as I woke up with this same subject heavy on my heart and deep in my mind! I just don't understand what's going on in the world today. Here is what was penned to paper.
    How Many Tears...

    How many tears must we cry?
    How many more of our brothers must die
    At the hands of those who claim to protect and serve
    Is the ultimate price of death what they deserve?

    How many tears must we cry?
    Screaming loud, Oh Lord, WHY!
    Injustice continues to run so rampant and high
    On our brothers just trying to live and survive
    Oscar Grant, Trayvon Martin, and now Eric Gardner too
    Were somebody's son, boyfriend, husband or father
    Cut down by justice's blindness of truth
    Who took a stand and lost their lives
    All on one fateful day
    Justice didn't care
    She only wanted to be right and have her way
    Even with recordings
    Of their demise
    Justice still walked away
    And the tears continues to fall from our eyes
    Without many words to say
    Where was Justice when we needed her
    Tipping her scale with false liberties and lies
    Stripping away our rights
    While fairness and freedom is once again denied

    How many tears must we cry
    How many more have to die
    Before we realize that our lives
    Can No Longer be compromised
    We were all valuable from Birth
    Even if Justice refuses to accept our worth
    And racism finds its way into our everyday lives
    We must not be muzzled, or riddled with strife
    We must not stop screaming or asking God...Why!
    With a pen as a weapon
    We must continue to fight
    With tears in our eyes
    For our brothers life...
    How many tears must we cry!

    By Darlene Mitchell


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