​It didn't matter how much I denied what they thought I was, they knew what they knew. Having grown tired of explaining my background I started telling people, " I am a Samaritan." Not a good one or a bad one, just a Samaritan.I was pushing forties before I realized my father who is Black and was born poor in South Philly did not like pastas. I never knew how much he disliked noodles. My mother who was also born poor in a little fishing village in Chiba Prefecture, Japan fed us pastas, spaghetti, stir fried, ramen, hot noodles in the winter and cold noodles in the summer. She loved noodles. They both talked to us about being brought up during World War Two, marrying young, religion, education, culture, discrimination, it was confusing. My father was career military in the 1960's and because of his experiences growing up as a young black man, proactively tried to keep us residing outside of the United States. He had an implicit bias and a distrust for many white Americans and a fear of white police. My grandmother told my mother she must really love him to move to the U.S. and live in trees. I retired after 28 years of service from law enforcement. The profession was both extremely rewarding and good and sometimes heartbreaking and grim. My perspective and insight into the world as a Samaritan police officer is different. Being raised overseas I did not grow up seeing the seriousness of racism and bigotry until we came to the U.S. I recall living in the south seeing the white and black only water fountains wondering which water fountain should my mother drink from and which one was I suppose to drink out of. I share some of my experiences growing up in a bi-racial world before it was cool to be different. As well as from inside the world of the police where racists and Superheros are found. Where those who could care less and where those who will and who have given their lives as an ultimate show of sacrifice and love. There is good and bad in the world and life is not fair. Good guys loose and bad guys win sometimes. People who play silly games win silly prizes. This is my unfortunate view of the world.