Putting my money into a kiosk, paying my night parking tickets at the Riverwest police station, a middle-aged, father-type black man with a fisherman's hat entered through glass doors and approached an officer. I can't speak in favor of his argument, not knowing the situation, but assertively he described the poor treatment his family had been subjected to by the local police, and demanded reprimand. With his finger waving above the desk, he pointed out specific officers as they passed by, telling the desk clerk she had to "keep an eye on them." I left inspired. Whether he's talking horse shit or not, witnessing that type of resistant-consciousness towards power in a deeply impoverished, predominantly black-latino neighborhood rules, and brings us one step closer to a free society.
