Here is a moving side story about slain San Diego police officer Jeremy Henwood, who was killed without provocation while on duty recently. It made my heart fall through my body to the floor.
Because Officer Henwood fell, everybody is finding out about this little episode. Had he not been killed, this would have remained between him and the boy, and perhaps the cashier. And I suspect he wouldn’t have minded anyway.
In this complicated, imperfect world, a world that is sometimes tainted by such emotional issues as police brutality and racism and, more often than that, merely the slightest perceptions of such, may this be a reminder to all of us that, rather than constantly thinking in terms of black people and white people and whatever other colors there are, this world is ultimately about good people and bad people, and not much more.
I cannot get over the whiteness of the boy’s grins that he flashed so many times during his encounter with Officer Henwood.