Accountability isn’t about punishment, but potential. In this episode of Internal Affairs of the Mind, I take you inside a real story from my years in law enforcement. A story that ended not with handcuffs, but with a breakthrough.

A young man who may have thought he was proving himself to me when actually, he reminded me why I wore the badge in the first place. Because accountability—when it’s rooted in love and delivered with consistency, can have the power to transform lives, build trust, and pull people forward.

If we can’t be corrected without being offended, we’ll never experience growth. So here’s the challenge: Are you willing to start with the face in the mirror…and then become the catalyst someone else needs?

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This episode isn’t about the badge. It isn’t about the streets. It’s about the case file I never asked for — the kind you can’t arrest, can’t handcuff, can’t control.

Helplessness showed up first. Anger wasn’t far behind. And yet, buried in the wreckage, there were fragments of grace, strength, resilience. People who showed up. Prayers that found me. Signs I couldn’t ignore.

We all get blindsided by a call we didn’t want, a life battle we never signed up for. The question is, when the case is your own, when the fight is bigger than you — how do you respond?

This is no ordinary case! This is the hardest case of my life; and the hardest interrogation I’ve ever done: not of a suspect, but of myself.

In this raw, unflinching episode, I pull no punches as I walk you through my line of fire, the life of a biracial cop, caught between crosshairs from both sides. I’ve been called the enemy by strangers who never knew me, and a traitor by those who looked just like me. I’ve been the target and the tool, judged by skin and by badge. I’ve been on scene where one word could calm the storm or potentially be the match.

From the streets to the squad room, we will walk together through my story about the weight of that judgment, the moments I almost let bitterness win, and the fight to choose grace instead.

This isn’t a clean, polished story. It’s about reclaiming our voice when the world tries to write our script, and finding freedom; not from the uniform, but from the potential prison of our ownhate.