THERE WERE COPS IN MY YARD, AND AS AN AFRICAN AMERICAN FAMILY, MY MIND WAS FULL OF NEGATIVE THOUGHTS
I froze when I saw the police car parked in front of our house. The flashing lights weren’t on, but my stomach clenched anyway. Then I spotted two officers standing in my yard. I gripped the doorknob, hesitant to step outside. My son, Isaiah, was in there. My husband wasn’t home. And we’re a Black…