thought of the police as the good
guys. You get in trouble, you call
the police, and those flashing red-
and-blue lights are going to come
and save you. But I remember
standing there watching my mom,
flabbergasted, horrified that these
cops wouldn’t help her. That’s when
I realized the police were not who I
thought they were. They were men
first, and police second.
We left the station. My mother
took me and Andrew, and we went
out to stay with my grandmother in
Soweto for a while. A few weeks
later, Abel drove over and
apologized. Abel was always sincere