by Cap Black
From him I learned firsthand the double jeopardy inherent to being a Black police officer, which he was for the city of New Orleans.
God orders our steps, as you will soon see. I arrived in New Orleans with the idea of police/Black community unity burning in my heart as an unexplored option for culture change regarding inner city crime.
This godly man who became my mentor told me how officers would routinely pick up young Black men during his Jim Crow youth. The beatings and interrogations he endured reminded me of tales from an East European gulag.
Please note this didn’t leave him a cop=hater nor a criminal. His character remained unbowed despite the low opinion society held.
After becoming a New Orleans police officer, he told me how he would be viewed suspiciously by old chums. They began seeing him as a hated “other,” despite his well known, genuine concern for the community.
I’m sure the lion’s share of their suspicion came because my late mentor did not tolerate wrong doing in any form or fashion.
He obeyed mans’ law and Gods’ law and demanded the same of others around him.
As such, an anti-crime activist with a police/Black community unity interest like myself had found a vital piece in this difficult puzzle.
In the 21st century, we simply cannot continue playing out tired roles from the past. While bias exists, we’re no longer the slaves and slave catchers of old.
A Black community which ostracizes its police officers ironically aids not only Black criminals but also racists using our murder rate as a bargaining chip.
Racism in blue exists but do we use it as an excuse not to demand partnerships with those who can send our killers away for well-deserved punishment?
My mentor and I formed the nucleus of this unique outreach where we offered a no excuses alternative to standard activist blaming others for all our ills.
He’d call me during night time street outreach if a new murder occurred and urge me to go home. He lost two sons to homicide and I guess he didn’t want me added to the list.
Insight into police procedure and culture was routinely offered in eye opening discussions. He too wanted police and the Black community to form a united front against the violence both face.
I met many officers he’d served with and those relationships continue to this day as I ready this idea to take to New Orleans violent streets.
His enduring example provides new emphasis for my group founded last year, Brothers Against Crime, a fellowship of men (and female allies) who promote not blaming others for Black On Black crime.
My mentor died as much on patrol in retirement as he ever was while, “on the job,” as he called it.
It’s amazing the difference one good cop can make.
Cap Black The Hood Conservative
Anti-Crime Activist/Organizer/Brothers Against Crime
Cap Black is a Contributing Writer to The Bold Pursuit