How To Write A Short Story Of A Black Boy-Personal Narrative

Last week, I saw an article on CNN.com about a policeman. Now, where did your mind go when I wrote that? It presumably went to where the black teenager involved in this story’s mind went to. As a matter of fact, that young man, pulled over in Garden City, Georgia, for texting and driving, put his hands up when he saw that he was pulled over by a policeman. I feel the need to add here that the policeman in this story is white. His name is Lt. Tim McMillan, and, upon seeing that this young man was so terrified, (terrified enough to have a trembling voice, I should mention) he tried his hardest to pacify the boy. “I just don’t want you to get hurt,” said Lt. McMillan, to no avail. “Do you want me to get out of the car?” asked the teen.
“No, I don’t want you to text and drive. I don’t want you to get in a wreck. I want your mom to always have her baby boy. I want you to grow up and be somebody. I don’t even want to write you a ticket. Just please pay attention, and put the phone down. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
Lt. McMillan posted this incident on Facebook. He added the epilogue: “I truly don’t even care who’s fault it is that young man was so scared to have a police officer at his window. Blame the media, blame bad cops, blame protestors, or Colin Kaepernick if you want. It doesn’t matter to me who’s to blame. I
In the words of that article, “Lt. McMillan, who’s been police officer for 13 years, can’t believe that police-community relations have reached such a point that a simple gesture would resonate so widely.” I feel the same, Lieutenant. This is just stupid. Granted, it’s not such a simple gesture. He could’ve just waited for the guy to calm down. But, still. The police are supposed to be the protectors. I’m angry, but what can I do about this? Neither the problem, nor the solution, lie with me. I’m a White middle class Northwesterner who has never gone farther west than Arizona. None of my actions can impact