Looking in your rear view mirror and seeing those dreaded flashing blue lights is an experience that most drivers will have to deal with at one time or another. Even after a 32-year career in law enforcement, I still get apprehensive every time I see a police car up ahead of me parked along side the road monitoring traffic. My eyes immediately focus on the speedometer, my right foot instinctively eases off the gas pedal…"You’ve Just Been Pulled Over by the Police – Now What?"
It’s 3 o’clock in the morning and you are sound asleep, safetly tucked in bed. You’re awakened by the sound of glass breaking. You lay there, unable to move, with one of two thoughts racing through your mind: “That darn cat has knocked something over again” OR “my God, someone’s breaking in!” Your response will be determined largely by your past experiences. Most of us know someone who was a victim of breaking and entering…"Is Your Home Safe?"
Soon after 9/11 occurred, I took a flight out of Providence airport and witnessed practically every brown-skinned male, almost every person with Muslim attire, men and women, pulled aside and questioned. I am a person of mixed race: half Filipina, Native American and Dutch American. Many people have asked me what my nationality is. I simply tell them I am American. “I know that,” they would say. “But what are you?” Then I’d say I’m…"Racial Profiling: Another Bad Time to Be Brown"
Look! look! see the Endless sea of faces, Sunburnt, hardened By long nights and longer days Of empty hands and emptier stomachs. See each face, smoldering, So alive, dancing on the Threads of death. Look! look! notice each face. All the same. Every face, identical. Look and see: the face of a child. Hungry; Hungry for more than an echo, An echo of faint promises. Hungry: starving and thirsting For more than your spare change.…"See Their Faces"