Growing up in the urban community of Dorchester, I have experienced law daily. As a child I often wondered why I always seen so many flashing lights and why my parents would never let my siblings and I play outside. As I grew up, these confusions became clear and transparent. As a teenager, I think I dealt with law the most– whether it was taking on the train in a certain area, being accused of stealing, or being stopped walking home from school for being suspicious. Sadly, the list continues. To me, protection and service was not for my kind, race, or appearance. Instead of protecting the law often scrutinized, belittled, and frightened myself and the people in my community. For instance, I remember experiencing a form of the law when I was
