Not long ago in Chattanooga, a little girl got suspended from a neighborhood rec center.
She’d threatened two other girls with a knife. (A butter knife, but still a knife.)
One day, the girl – she’s probably 7 or 8 – sneaked back into the center, pleading for a sack lunch. Nearby, a police officer – a black woman who’d stopped by the rec center – listened to the girl’s story.
Let me walk you home, she told the girl.
Inside the housing project apartment, the officer asked the mother: Why did your daughter pull a knife?
