Histoire des Noirs/Patrimoine africain, Racisme/Discrimination, Droits de la personne et justice sociale, Multiculturalisme et diversité
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My name is Kwesi Sekou Millington. Speaking is what I do now, but it's not where I started. I'm a Speaker and Certified Speech Coach, but my background is in Policing. It wasn't my lifelong dream to be a Police Officer, but have you ever ended up somewhere as a result of just "going with the flow" instead of purposefully planning your life?
In 2004, I left my hometown of Toronto, Canada and headed off to Regina, Saskatchewan, eventually to end up in Richmond, a city just outside of Vancouver, British Columbia. I made it! I was a Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) Officer.
Speaking was still not on my radar...I had no clue then where I'd be today...but life has strange ways.
They tell you as a police officer that it is highly likely that you will see death while on the job, and that it may even happen on your watch. But you still think, "maybe I'll be lucky enough to avoid that happening..." I wasn't.
On October 14, 2007, I attended a 911 call with my fellow officers and we got into a physical altercation with a man that had to be arrested. Unfortunately and tragically, he died shortly after being arrested.
The saga continued...
March 2009: Although the whole incident was video recorded, I was called to testify in court (broadcasted Nationally) at a Public Inquiry as to what I did on that fateful night.
The Stop Sign
The date - May 2011: Though I have never lied in my career as a Police Officer and was cleared of any wrongdoing by 3 different independent investigations, a Special Prosecutor was hired and I was charged with Perjury (lying under oath) for what I said in 2009.
THE HIDDEN BEAST - PTSD & DEPRESSION
There's an old saying that says “the greatest trick the devil ever played is convincing the world that he doesn't exist.” I was lost. Facing a criminal charge and the possibility of losing my career, I finally started opening up more to my psychologist (whom I'd been seeing since 2009). I'm a tough nut to crack, but through therapy, I was able to get some answers....leading to diagnoses of PTSD and Depression. I'm not a big fan of labels, but exposing what I was struggling with and giving it a name finally started to allow me to figure out who I was.
Still figuring that out by the way!
Why do I tell you all of that? Because life is about speed bumps and stop signs. Often we confuse one with the other. Most people let speed bumps BECOME their stop signs. And between 2011 and 2013, I suffered through bouts of Depression and PTSD that left me wanting to stop permanently, many times.