I find myself reflecting on this question as I continuously mourn the loss of life of young African American men in the inner cities of America. This question comes from my experience as a second grader at an inner city public school in the 1970s in Baltimore. As a child in a predominantly black urban classroom setting, I remember my African American teacher introducing us to Officer Friendly, a large, white, smiling police officer in a crisp blue uniform with a shiny gold badge and a very large black handgun on his side. I remember the teacher communicating to us that this community police officer is here to protect us, and I believed her without hesitation. Although the police officer did not look like me, and I do not remember actually seeing him patrolling in my community, I still felt safe as a child, and I saw each blue crisp uniformed man in my community as Officer Friendly.