Fabian J. Belgrave was the kind of child adults saw as having a choice between two paths in life, one of them bad. He was in high school then, at Roxbury’s Madison Park. His parents were separated. When he played basketball on city courts, often enough it was with the wrong crowd.
But Belgrave didn’t want the bad path. He wanted to be a police officer. Every time he met one at his part-time job at Rite-Aid, he would implore the officer to let him ride along. They all said no, but then Detective Larry Ellison said yes.