As I am riding home on the train at 4:30 in morning a few thoughts enter my mind. I grew up in NYC during the 70s, 80s and 90s when the city averaged between 2000 – 3000 murders a year. During that time I traveled from one end of the city to the other. From Harlem, to the South Bronx, to Bed Sty. I am not being arrogant when I say that I do not frighten easily. And yet despite all of that, to this day, at 50 years old, nothing scares me more than the sight of two young white cops alone with me on a train.