For the last few weeks, Chris and I have been volunteering at the Denver Women’s Correctional facility along with our amazing mentors at Turning the Wheel. On the ride there the first night, I was told, “Make sure to be polite. We’re going to be dealing with policemen, so we need to just follow instructions, be polite, say ‘please’ and ‘thank you.’” I thought to myself: Yeah, of course. I don’t need the reminder.
Then I'm told that DWCF has the highest rate of reported staff sexual assault. Immediately my rebel was like: Oh, if ANY of those cops so much as give me a LOOK, I swear! But then I was like: No, no. Take a breath. There is no way for me to know who has done what. Put your attention on the group we're serving - not the cops. And then my mind started playing out scenarios - very unlikely scenarios - like me finding out the cops who do this and somehow rescuing all the people who have been affected.
Shit. I don’t think I’m ready for this just yet.