“She was doing nothing but walking—yet she was treated like a threat.”
The officer made his judgment the instant he noticed her. It had nothing to do with her behavior. She wasn’t running. She wasn’t yelling. She wasn’t violating any law. She was simply walking—composed, purposeful, unhurried—along Jefferson Avenue as the sun slipped behind the skyline and the city eased into its evening pulse. Cars rolled past….
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