As my second extra duty shift was ending, Shameka Batiste approached my car. She gave me two Walmart bags and hurried away, appearing uneasy and declining to share her name. A note was attached to one of the bags, written on a receipt, expressing gratitude for my service and mentioning her son Rashad’s dream of becoming a SWAT officer. By the time I finished reading, she was gone. I found her in the parking lot, and we had a wonderful conversation. I shared my almost nine years as a SWAT member and expressed my desire to meet Rashad. She said she teaches her children to see people, not color, and discussed her family’s challenges while praising their positive experiences with law enforcement. We embraced several times, she thanked me again, wished me safety, and said she loved me.
In a city focused on racial division, she saw past that. She saw a man, a son, and a father, doing a job her son aspires to. She said my parents must be proud. Why can’t our city leaders see that? I’m thankful for Shameka’s love and look forward to meeting Rashad! Also, thanks for the Coke, water, fruit, and the huge sandwich! ❤️💚