“There is no truth. There is only perception.” – Gustave Flaubert
I’m sitting here thinking about perception or rather yet the verb of perception (perceive) and trying to understand how police are trained to view threats. Is there some secret to this? How can some officers discern what is real from what is fiction before shooting to kill?
It’s something that bothers me. I’m trying to gain clarity and understanding about this. I have a black son. I don’t like having different rules for him that some of my other friends that aren’t raising black sons don’t have. Are we perceived threats by the color of our skin? By our tone? By our clothes?
As Munch is getting ready to enter the double digits in a couple of weeks, I’ve been trying to wrap my mind around the fact that my son will begin to drive in six short years. That he’ll want to go out and have fun with friends, get a job or get back and forth to practice. On his own. In a car.
However, before that happens, I have to teach him things that could save his life if ever pulled over…
- Let me do a visual check before you drive. I’m checking for all working lights so that can’t be an excuse for you getting pulled over.
- No more than 2 other friends in the car. Keep your head straight and both hands on the wheel.
- Stay calm and clearly answer the questions that are asked. Don’t let someone rile you up. Be respectful.
Call my cell phone before stopping and record the entire conversation on my voicemail if I don’t answer. Speak loud and clear.
Keep your license and registration card in your wallet and your wallet in the cup holder. Don’t reach for anything.
I guess I’m perceiving that the officer that stops my son will see him as human. A young man. A man worthy to make it home to mama.
This post was part of the A2Z challenge and the letter “P” is for Perception. My posts will be written as a journal style for the challenge and will be on the theme: Mothering While Black. I hope you enjoyed it.