It was Halloween night. I was 12 or 13 years old. I had gone to a party at a friend’s house after Trick-or-Treating because her parents weren’t home. It was late. It was dark. I made the decision to walk the mile or so home alone with my pillowcase of candy. Why? Because I had walked home alone like this many nights before and felt safer on the streets of my neighborhood than I did many times in my own home. I knew basic street safety. If a car slows down, run up a driveway and through the nearest back yard, hide in the shadows till it’s safe, wait for them to pass or if they get out of their car listen for their breathing, when they are gone come out of hiding, and fence jump back to my house. No flashlight. Just the gut instincts honed from an education of my short life experiences.
As I walked I heard the telltale signs of the car crawling along behind me. I heard the boys laughing, slurring and yelling out of the car window-at me. I kept walking and heard the voice of one of the boys.
“We’re gonna rape you!”
The others in the car laughed and I ran full speed up the nearest driveway. Unfortunately it was a church driveway and as I ran I heard the car driving up behind me. I heard myself screaming. I realized that if I kept running straight I would run off a cliff. You see the back of the church parking lot overlooked an area of the Cleveland Metroparks System. I turned to the right and dove behind a bush but the area was too well lit and I knew I couldn’t hide. I got up and ran screaming to the right toward the closest house. I heard what sounded like gunfire and someone chasing me on foot. As I fell forward screaming and crying banging for help on the door I heard a man yelling from behind me.
“Stop! It’s okay! I’m a Police Officer!”
I looked into the startled eyes of the older woman who was peering at me from inside the safety of her screen. I collapsed crying on the ground. The officer picked me up, calmed me down and somehow walked me home. I remember later standing in my living room and watching while the police officer explained to my crying mother what had happened that night.
The next day my older brother told me some boys at school were boasting about scaring a girl on Halloween.
The officer was a member of Cleveland’s Auxiliary Police, his walking beat was my neighborhood and he lived a block away from my family home. I never spoke to him. A few years after that incident I heard he died of cancer.
The events of that night were always a little embarrassing to me because I was just this tiny tough kid trying to survive and thrive in a frequently violent environment. Approximately thirty years later at my father’s funeral I spoke to the officer’s widow about it. She said he never even mentioned to her what happened that night.
Now I see things differently. I have learned to appreciate that everyone makes mistakes and at any time could be in need of strong yet compassionate police officers to come to their rescue. I hope we make the right choice today in our decision on who will lead them.
I believe that leader is Mike Williams for Sheriff of Duval County Florida.