I witnessed the strangest conversation last night with my kids. I was heading out of the house and Samara (my 3 year old) made it a point to come upstairs to me and say, “Mommy are you going to be OK?” “Yes, Samara, why do you ask?” She went on to say, “Because you’re going by yourself and what if the “polices” get you? They are going to be bad to you and they’re going to hurt you because they are bad.” (On a side note – let me be sure to point out that I am NOT wanted by the police nor do I have any reason to think that the “polices” are looking for me). Just then, Leila (my 6 year old) jumps in and starts to argue with Samara. “No Samara, that’s not true! The police aren’t bad! They’re only bad to people when they are being bad!” The two actually debated for a little while with Samara insisting that the police are bad while Leila would vehemently disagree.
Now here’s the strangest part about it – we have NEVER talked to our kids about this topic! Even with all of the recent news stories of unarmed men and women being killed by the police, I honestly don’t recall ever directly talking about the topic around them. So now would leave me to wonder – what do our kids know about police brutality?
A little known fact is that my stepfather is a former police officer. While I’ve always known him to be really tough and strict, I’ve never known him to be just pure evil. Much like Leila, I’ve always liked to believe in a very Utopian world where the police are only there to protect us from “bad” people and are not bad themselves. I like to believe that the people in power wouldn’t abuse it. I like to believe in the justice system of the United States of America!
Now, from Eric Garner, to Freddy Gray, Martese Johnson, to the countless others who didn’t have the option for justice; I’m questioning everything I once believed. Possibly the most devastating for me of all of the many, many, many cases of police brutality will have to be that of Sandra Bland. This case has me the most devastated because more than any of the other victims that we’ve heard about, I could most easily see how Sandra Bland could be me. Yes, I could be Sandra Bland!
I mean…I absolutely hate being pulled over by the police! I’ve been pulled over for some actual traffic violations, but I’ve also been pulled over for some nonsense before. (By nonsense, I mean that we can all admit that there are far more serious traffic violations than failure to signal). So, I’ve been pulled over for speeding before, which I can accept. I’ve also been pulled over for having a single tiny light bulb out by my licence plate. And I’ve been pulled over for absolutely NOTHING. Yes, not a single infraction. Maybe he just wanted to say hi to me and my friends? Sure…that must be it.
Anyway, the point is that like many other people, I get irritated when I’m pulled over and I don’t hide it well. Am I threatening when I’m irritated? No! I’m just human and upset and not looking forward to the hassle of a ticket. I also know my rights as a citizen and I’m not afraid to express that I do. I don’t smoke cigarettes, but I know that it is my right to have one lit in my personal car if I so choose. I would demand to know the legal reason as to why I’m being arrested for a traffic violation even if I have to ask 14+ times. So, it is very feasible for me to be pulled over and the scenario completely replicate this case with Sandra. I could be Sandra Bland…And that is a terrifying thought!
Now would have my kids heard me say about all of this? Again, nothing directly. However, I believe this is what they know about police brutality:
They know that my husband and I let out a loud sigh of frustration each time we hear a news story of another unarmed black man or female being a victim of police brutality.
They know that the victims on TV are the same color as them.
They know that we are sad, hurt, and emotionally exhausted.
They know that we don’t have the answers, but can only pray that justice prevails.
They know that I am fearful when my husband is driving home from work late.
They know that I slow down when I see another car pulled over and debate starting to record the incident.
They know that their aunt who attends the University of Virginia sometimes avoids leaving campus out of fear that she could be harmed like her friend Martese Johnson.
They don’t know why…but they know that something isn’t right.
Here’s the hardest part – how and when do you talk to your children about police brutality? How do you express it to them in a way that will not cause them to necessarily fear and hate the police, but to understand that there is a possibility for injustice in this country.
Have any of you talked to your children about police brutality? Please share below!