| Time | Text |
|---|---|
| I hated law enforcement officers. | |
| I was guided to the thought as an African-American male that the police were inherently my enemy. | |
| I was racially profiled a couple of times that left a negative taste in my mouth. | |
| So I hated police officers. | |
| I really did. | |
| And a friend of mine and an uncle who was a police officer said, why don't you join the police force? | |
| We're looking to hire African-Americans. | |
| They're like, what? | |
| That police force? | |
| Are you kidding me? | |
| Oh, hell no, right? | |
| That was me. | |
| You know, I'm not going to do that, you know. | |
| So... | |
| I ended up joining the police department begrudgingly. | |
| You know, I put my name in so many different hats. | |
| I wanted to be everything but a cop. | |
| And out of all the jobs I applied for, the only one that called me was the police department. | |
| My only goal was to join the police department for three years, make a little money, save a little money, and find something else and get the hell out of here. | |
| But I ended up falling in love, and I discovered that 90% of what was being said about police officers was absolutely false. | |
| I worked with officers from all walks of life, black, white, Hispanic, and they were all just decent people doing a tough job. | |
| They weren't all inherently racist. |