I cannot presume to speak for all black folk, but my relationship with law enforcement is fraught with cognitive dissonance. In the field of psychology, cognitive dissonance is the mental discomfort (psychological stress) experienced by a person who simultaneously holds two or more contradictory beliefs, ideas, or values. I, for one, would like to be relieved of this stress when seeing a police officer.
Law enforcement is my protector, the ones I call when I’m in danger. They solve crimes, protect the innocent and lock up the guilty. They are your friend.
But then there was that time in junior high ('69) when a bunch of us were standing outside the school to which we had been bused in the name of integration discussing the talent show we had just witnessed (some of us were participants). As we waited for the buses to take us back to our neighborhood, the police.
Seems a neighbor lady had called them to report a riot. No questions, no preliminary assessment of the situation, just tear gas.
Or the time my front door was kicked in with the bootprint on the door, and all the treasures I had gathered from my travels in the Air Force from Europe, Asia, the Middle East and even Eastern Europe were vandalized and destroyed. Fingerprints gleamed on my Turkish brass lamps. No questions, no preliminary investigation; they simply wanted to give me the report number for an insurance claim. Forget my safety or losses. They had more important things to do.
And then about ten years ago when my HOA and I, along with 7 others, were locked in litigation with a power mad board president and unscrupulous lawyer. The eight of us were asking pointed questions at a board meeting when the police were called for our “disruptive” behavior. Of the eight homeowners being sued, I was the only African-American. Guess who ended up handcuffed and locked in the back of the cruiser for 45 minutes? One of the officers even asked me why I didn’t just move. When I took the complaint to Internal Affairs, that officer heard my description of events and said he would have done exactly the same thing. After four years, 5 law firms, and hundreds of thousands of dollars spent by both sides we won with a verdict of breach of fiduciary duty against both the board president AND the attorney. But it was hell getting there.