One mild winter's evening three or four years ago, I stopped as I occasionally do at a lakeside park near my home. I found a seat out of the wind on a bench by the side of a small park building and watched some ice skaters swirling in the moonlit distance.
After a minute or two, a sheriff's deputy pulled his squad car into the parking lot. The park is officially closed after dark, and I figured he planned to remind me. Not seeing anyone in my car as he pulled up, he quickly stepped out and started looking around with his flashlight.
I wouldn't say it was a tense moment. But it was slightly awkward sitting there in the shadow of the building 30 feet from an armed cop searching the area, wondering what was up. I didn't puzzle about what to do for more than a moment, but I guess something told me not to just step out of the darkness and surprise him. So I spoke up from where I was:
"Officer, I'm over here against the building" — or something like that.
He turned his light in my direction, quickly checked me out, then walked over and pleasantly advised me that the park had closed at sunset.
I've been reminded of this otherwise forgettable encounter as I've followed daily reports of the trial of former Minneapolis police officer Mohamed Noor. No doubt I'll be criticized for blaming the victim by unearthing the memory in connection with the heartbreaking shooting of Justine Ruszczyk Damond. I regret any hint of that.
But I can't help wishing Damond, a perfectly innocent victim, had felt the same unreflective instinct I did that evening at the park — that startling a cop was something best avoided, even in a low-stress situation. There had been no report of violence in that lakeside parking lot that night, I'm quite sure.
But Damond, as anyone following the Noor case knows, had summoned police with a 911 call on July 15, 2017, reporting what sounded like a sexual assault in the alley behind her southwest Minneapolis home. When she approached the stationary squad car in which Noor and his behind-the-wheel partner had searched the length of the alley, the young Somali-American officer shot the pajama-clad Damond through the open driver side window, killing her.