Running all over the Hood. Catching law-breaking Black men. And punishing them the best way I know how. That's what I do. I love to make them change their ways. This looks like a job for me, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Rhonda Jackson. I was born and raised in the City of Detroit, way down in the State of Michigan. My parents Antoine Jackson and Andrea Miller Jackson got divorced a while back and my mother moved to the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, with me when I was just starting High School. Mom found work at the American Embassy in downtown Ottawa as a translator since she speaks like eleven languages. Me? I had to adjust to the Canadian school system basically solo. I eventually managed to do just fine, though. Ten years later, I am a Constable with the Ottawa Police Service. I hold dual American/Canadian citizenship and I have a Master's degree in Sociology from Carleton University. I opted for a career in law enforcement rather than becoming a social worker. And I love my damn job.
I love riding around in my Capital Region metropolitan police cruiser, looking for troublemakers. My favorite patrol area is the town of Vanier. It's full of wannabe thugs. Like our friend Ahmed Abdullah here. He's a tall, nice-looking young African man originally from the town of Mogadishu in the Republic of Somalia. Last year he was studying business administration at Algonquin College. This year, he's a drop-out who's smoking a lot of weed, getting into fights with other fools and chasing fat white chicks. Such unproductive things for a young Black Canadian man to be doing with his life, don't you think? I decided to correct Ahmed. He's still young, I say it's not too late for him to turn his life around. Seriously. I told him to stop running the streets, and to get a job instead of wasting his time. He didn't listen to me. I warned him twice. The third time, I had to punish him. Those are the rules, ladies and gentlemen. Nothing I can do about that.
