When Police Say You Fit The Descriptions… Really?

For those of us who are Black (African American, Brown, Negro, etc.) we feel we need to watch the police/cops, praying, hoping that they don’t lose their common sense, or just be a bully, hell bent on hurting the person they stopped, just because they are Black.

When I was a child, we lived in Chicago on 55th and Garfield BLVD. across the street from our home was a grass medium divide. This divided separated the traffic. Across from the grassy medium was a huge park called Sherman Park.

I had two older brothers, at the time, they were age nine and age eleven. My father gave them the daily duty of walking our family dog, a German shepherd named “Rex”. When this incident happened, it was at seven thirty p.m. Chicago wintertime, it was dark.

When it was dark, my brothers were only allowed to walk the dog on the grassy medium and they were forbidden by our father to go into Sherman Park when it was dark. I need to mention my mother and father could look out the front window and see the grassy medium and know that my brothers were safe.

The meat of the story, my two brothers age nine and eleven where picked up by Chicago, Finest, the Police, and they were each put in a separate police car and they were told they fit the description of two grown men who had robbed a liquor store.

The police didn’t ask their age, had to know that they were children because my brothers were goofy and immature as the day as long.