There is a reason that many African Americans have a healthy mistrust for law enforcement. We don't always feel protected or served by that particular institution.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the historical and ongoing distrust some African Americans have toward law enforcement due to negative experiences.
Sterling K. Brown's quote highlights the significant and complex relationship between African Americans and law enforcement. It speaks to a historical context of mistrust rooted in systemic issues, discrimination, and instances where the police have not fulfilled their role as protectors for all communities, leading to a widespread feeling of vulnerability rather than safety in interactions with the police.
In practice
During discussions about community safety at town meetings.
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