“What did we steal?” was the response from the sac pig department officer before he entered his patrol car to drive off with a captured African shackled in the backseat. I stood there shaking my head and gathering myself before walking away from what had become almost a two-hour ordeal; one that all too often I am a part of — a witness to the capture of an African. The area of the city I live and teach in was recently found to be one of the most…