Playing a video aren't you? But not trained in gently de-escalating. Can't learn that on a screen. You notice how there is this fear all around the park. Will the black families come out today with the bar-b-ques? Will they play with their kids while you sit here?
Will I extend a hand to you? How do I appear in your police car window with peacefulness, with the leafy windy trees in my fingers? How do I make you smile with the recognition of life? Do you need for me to appear with my child and pink balloon?
Dear Cop - I've been sitting at my window for days. I'm stuck. Let's ask ourselves an impossible, embarrassing question. Do we love each other? Do we both love living? Aren't these oak trees up there beautiful with those dancing branches? Wanna dance?