The Memories that Hold us Back

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Three years ago, in the middle of the night, I woke up to my neighbours. A female voice said, “Stop attacking me.” Then a male voice said, “I’m not attacking you, just walk with me.” I sat up suddenly in bed and started to think, What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

Do I call the police? Will calling the police lead to more harm than good? At my job where I run workshops for youth about the justice system, I hear a lot of stories of police brutality. I was hesitant to call.

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