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Basic logic: The people who are part of the group doing the wrong need to be the first to step up and make clear they want the wrong to stop. Then they take steps to stop it.
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The badge and gun of a Charlotte police officer in riot gear are seen during a large security presence outside the football stadium as the NFL's Carolina Panthers host the Minnesota Vikings amid protesting of the police shooting of Keith Scott in Charlotte, North Carolina, U.S., September 25, 2016.     REUTERS/Mike Blake
The badge and gun of a Charlotte police officer in riot gear are seen during a large security presence outside the football stadium as the NFL's Carolina Panthers host the Minnesota Vikings amid protesting of the police shooting of Keith Scott in Charlotte, North Carolina, U.S., September 25, 2016. REUTERS/Mike Blake

Dear Police Officers,

Let me share a story that illustrates something like how this should go.

A few months ago, my nephew T. was at school. A fellow student was relishing in a bag of Doritos he'd brought for lunch. The student was quickly deluged with other children clamoring for a chance to smell this young boy's Doritos.

The student allowed his classmates to come up, one at a time, to stick their nose in the bag and take a deep, long, delicious sniff. (Oh that glorious Doritos smell.)

When T. walked up for his turn, the student snapped the bag shut: "Not you!" he said, "You can't smell them. You're Black."

(So, if you're tempted right now to use words like "shocking" or "in this day and age?" in response to this story, I'm going to ask you to refrain. We have a deep, disastrous, deadly problem in this nation. Please take a deep breath and recognize that unless you are in dangerous denial still about the racial reality in this nation there is nothing shocking about this story.)

When my sister shared this story with me, I told it to my two young children--both of whom are white. They were very upset and angry their cousin had been treated this way.

I then asked them how they would have wanted to handle it if they had been there.

Here's my five-year old's response. (She gave this response slowly. As she was obviously carefully thinking it through as she went.)

"Well," she said "I'm thinking that kid who did that was probably white."

I nodded, "I think you're probably right."

"So, if I was there and I'm white, or if someone else was there and they were white, the white person should have told that kid to stop, and that he was wrong and mean."

Tell them to stop!

Basic logic: The people who are part of the group doing the wrong need to be the first to step up and make clear they want the wrong to stop. Then they take steps to stop it.

Guess what? Five-year old white kids can learn this.

Those charged with serving and protecting, and who the state has authorized to carry guns could learn this too.

Dear police officers, it's past time for police officers to step up, step in and step out. Tell all of us, but especially start telling other officers, that you too want this to stop.

How many times have those of us who've been part of various conversations about this epidemic of violence against Black people heard (or even said) this mantra: "Not all police officers are bad."? More times than I can count.

We invoke that mantra simply to try to get a public hearing. It's essentially a ritual of submission. And, I'll admit, I've been willing to say it sometimes too just to try to get folks to have the conversation. Like we hope that if we say "not all cops are bad" three times for every one time we say "Black Lives Matter" maybe folks will hear it when we say there's an epidemic.

But, guess what else? You don't get credit for being good unless you act good.

When Black people--adults, children, men, women--are being gunned down in the streets by the folks whose identity, badge, affiliation you share . . .

Well, here's something like how this goes:

My white daughter doesn't get to be counted as one of the "good white ones" just because she didn't snap the Doritos bag shut herself. Her "goodness" stands or falls on whether or not she refuses to be a quiet bystander when someone else who's white snaps the bag shut (whether the kid he did it to is her cousin or not).

Until or unless she does that, my daughter's just another white kid and that other kid's racist behavior reflects on her as deeply as it does on the kid who did it.

Happily, my five-year old totally gets this. (I'm really proud of her for that.)

Dear police officers, if my five-year old doesn't get a pass, you surely don't get a pass either.

We're waiting to hear from you. Public and visible condemnation of the murder of Terence Crutcher, of the almost-certainly-shot-in-the-back murder of Tyre King (a child); that's only the beginning. We don't need you to go hug Black folks right now to show that you're not like those other cops. We need you to actually stand up to and figure out how to stop those other cops. And, if you can't start there . . . well, then where the hell are we?

In grief and outrage,

A white American (mom, aunt, teacher, and friend) dying for this evil to stop