My road in life took a while to figure out.
As a baby, I was put up for adoption by my parents, who were young and couldn’t cope with the responsibilities, or—as a biracial couple—the societal pressures of the time.
At three months old, I was adopted by a white couple; my mother had a lot of love to give and wanted to adopt a child that wouldn’t have otherwise been adopted.
My adoptive parents moved us to the Oak Park neighborhood of Sacramento, CA—a predominantly African-American neighborhood—so I could grow up around people that looked like me.
While attending Sacramento City College as a business major, a friend convinced me to take a criminal justice class, which is where my interest in law enforcement began.
When I was 19, I entered the police academy—my plan was to serve as a community service officer until I finished college, and then quit to start my own business.
At 21, I was promoted to a full police officer, and eventually graduated from California State University, Sacramento with my bachelor’s degree in business.
I got the opportunity to start a police academy at a local high school—that’s when I realized that being a police officer could open doors for me to do the community service work I’d wanted to do.
I am now the City of Sacramento’s 45th Chief of Police, and the first African American to occupy the position.
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