As a native son, I am appalled at the spike in barbaric acts of volatile abuse committed on my homeland by handsomely paid professionals upon powerless citizens. Recently, I watched a video of Ray Rice, then a football player with the Baltimore Ravens, punching and knocking out his fiancee, Janay Palmer. I then recalled watching a video of a Staten Island police officer, Daniel Pantaleo, use an officially banned chokehold to suffocate and murder Eric Garner, a Staten Island resident.

I then read a story about Greg Hardy, a member of the Carolina Panthers football club. Not long ago, on July 15, Hardy was convicted of assault on a female and communicating threats. “What is going on with these football players?” I wondered.

Next, I viewed an erstwhile video of a heavily armed white cop, Richard Haste, chase a weaponless Black boy named Ramarley Graham into his grandmother’s home and subsequently kill him. “What is going on with these cops?” I mused.

Most recently, Adrian Peterson, the all-star running back for the Minnesota Vikings, was arrested for physically disciplining his child with a wooden switch that left welts and scratches upon the legs and limbs of his offspring.

As Peterson was waiting to get bailed out of a Texas jail, the rest of the country was wondering what would make another white cop, Darren Wilson of Ferguson, Mo., shoot to kill a weaponless Black boy, Michael Brown, six times while his hands were pointed skyward?

As I continued to ponder the violence of both professions, I also noticed the similarities in their riot gear/game gear. Their helmets and face masks. Shoulder pads and breast plates. Boots and cleats. “They’re preparing for battle,” I thought.

Plus, many of them are gun owners. I remembered Plaxico Buress, a former star receiver for the New York Giants. He unwittingly shot himself at a New York nightclub. I then thought of Aaron Hernandez of the New England Patriots, who is currently incarcerated pending the outcome of three murder charges.

Another commonality amongst the two volatile entities is the central fact that they exist solely because of their rivalries. As professional players seek other opponents to hit, tackle, hurt and conquer in the name of competition, professional officers also seek civilians to arrest, hassle, harass, annoy, pester, brutalize and unquestionably kill their main opponent, young Black men, in the interest of justice.

However, the stark contrast of the two brutal and scandal-plagued entities is the commissioners, Roger Goodell of the NFL and Bill Bratton of the NYPD, and their subsequent responses. While the NFL players were suspended and criminally indicted for their ill-witted shenanigans, none of the homicidal cops have yet to face legal ramifications for their unlawful, horrendous crimes. Bratton would rather play word games like “banned doesn’t mean illegal,” while he semantically suggests that targeting the sale of a loose cigarette can ultimately lead to the arrest of the FBI’s most hunted.

Lastly, yet most importantly, Bratton needs to understand that New York City is not an arena or a stadium where we play “Cops and Robbers” because, despite what he may believe, Black life is not a game, and neither is domestic violence in any form, irrespective of the color or gender of its victims.