This post by an African-American Florida police officer in the wake of the Dallas shootings has gone viral, and for good reason...
By: Michele Kirk at BizPac Review
An African-American police officer from Florida has laid bare his heart in a powerful way.
Pundits have been talking non-stop since a new wave of sensationalized stories about so-called trigger happy cops hit the news last week.
Brutal reality hits officer Jay Stalien in the face every single day and he poured out his feelings on Facebook in a riveting post.
According to his profile, Stalien works in Riviera Beach, a city that despite its exotic-sounding name, is known for its significant rate of black on black crime.
The post contains piercing words from Stalien and should be read in its entirety. Here are a few highlights:
Suspect- Black/ Male, Victim-Black /Male.
I remember the countless times I canvassed the area afterwards, and asked everyone did you see who did it, and the popular response from the very same family members was always, Fuck the Police, I ain't no snitch, I'm gonna take care of this myself. This happened every single time, every single homicide, black on black, and then my realization became clearer.
I woke up every morning, put my freshly pressed uniform on, shined my badge, functioned checked my weapon, kissed my wife and kid, and waited for my wife to say the same thing she always does before I leave, Make sure you come back home to us. I always replied, I will, but the truth was I was never sure if I would. I almost lost my life on this job, and every call, every stop, every moment that I had this uniform on, was another possibility for me to almost lose my life again. I was a target in the very community I swore to protect, the very community I wanted to help. As a matter of fact, they hated my very presence. They called me Uncle Tom, and wanna be white boy, and I couldn't understand why. My own fellow black men and women attacking me, wishing for my death, wishing for the death of my family. I was so confused, so torn, I couldn't understand why my own black people would turn against me, when every time they called I was there. Every time someone died.I was there. Every time they were going through one of the worst moments in their lives I was there. So why was I the enemy? I dove deep into that question. Why was I the enemy? Then my realization became clearer.
It's a compelling post and certainly worth the read - read the rest here!