The Biggest Thieves

“What did we steal?” was the response from the sac pig department officer before he entered his patrol car to drive off with a captured African shackled in the backseat. I stood there shaking my head and gathering myself before walking away from what had become almost a two-hour ordeal; one that all too often I am a part of — a witness to the capture of an African. The area of the city I live and teach in was recently found to be one of the most segregated neighborhoods in Nisenan Land (Sacramento), and in the typical fashion of any community that is heavily populated with African and Brown Indigenous People, it is heavily policed and surveilled. This past Tuesday was just another one of the days when I was reminded of just how little freedom Africans have within the kkkolony. As I headed to the store I saw a traffic stop, already short on time to reach the store before it closed I told myself, “if they are still there on my way home I will stop.”

After leaving the store, I could feel the nervous tension creep into my body pondering the outcome of the traffic stop. As my thoughts kept turning over on the endless possibilities, I took a deep breath and pulled up to the scene. Not only was the vehicle still there, but the driver was now out of the car and another kkkop car was present at the scene. I quickly parked and approached the scene, as I walked I watched the pigs give him a breathalyzer test — which he…