At this morning's sweep by Denver Police and city government representatives of the Mile High's largest unhoused encampment I consistently found myself eye-to-eye with officers and wondering how they could sleep at night.
How, after starting their day literally destroying lives.
How, after starting their day literally destroying lives.
For many of the obviously-comfortable white officers, this would have been a first day back from a weekend of leisure and gratitude, giving thanks for their family's comfort on the city's residents' dime. The same residents they were brutalizing.
I found myself drawn to the eyes of the officers. The eyes that watched such horrendous abuses of our city's most vulnerable and responded to it by shooting pepperballs and mace at volunteers who gathered in an attempt to help their neighbors move along with some dignity.
I'd love to share some of what I saw with you.
Their eyes stood by and watched real terror today. Generations of trauma was created in the streets of Denver, under DPD's watchful gaze.
Their eyes stood by and watched real terror today. Generations of trauma was created in the streets of Denver, under DPD's watchful gaze.