OPINION: What Happens to Me When I See a Cop

I was 12 the first time a police officer pulled his gun on me. I was walking home from the store in Detroit with the gallon of milk my mother sent me to buy when an unmarked car pulled beside me. The driver rolled down his window and asked me to stop. My mother warned me about kidnappers and told me to run away from strangers so, quite naturally, I backed away from him. That’s when the car stopped, the man jumped out, pulled out his gun and told me not to move or he was going to shoot me. ...