“I understand you,” Big Cat thought to the Crip that is possible unpleasantly. The two cops headed back into their vehicle and drove on.

“I understand you,” Big Cat thought to the Crip that is possible unpleasantly. The two cops headed back into their vehicle and drove on.

They’d started their change an hour or so early in the day, if the desk officer had buzzed them through a door that is heavy the next Precinct station home, a ramshackle castle of a building by having a crenellated stone turret that looms over a desolate street part into the North Ward. They’d strolled past the department’s MOST WANTED poster: alleged murderers and men accused of carjacking or of shooting at an officer. All had been guys of color. They’d proceeded into a space of bulletin panels covered with mug shots of other desired guys, a panorama of nonwhite faces making a stark image of whom commits almost all violent criminal activity in Newark, like in a number of other US metropolitan areas. Continue reading ““I understand you,” Big Cat thought to the Crip that is possible unpleasantly. The two cops headed back into their vehicle and drove on.”