Here's What I Want My White Friends To Know About My Encounters With The Police
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Here's What I Want My White Friends To Know About My Encounters With The Police
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In February 1993, I was behind the wheel of a brick-red, four-door 1955 Chevy Bel Air ― a behemoth that looked like those yellow, old-timey New York City Checker cabs. I was alone and dressed in a suit as I was headed to my engagement party. As I motored past a gas station on Lincoln Boulevard, I noticed a cop car pull out and duck in two cars behind me. When I made a left on Ocean Park, he made the left too, and then he lit me up with his lights and sirens.
I pulled to the curb under a streetlight and placed my wallet, driver’s license and registration on the dashboard, as I’d done previous times I’d been pulled over by the police. Then I raised my hands and palmed the car’s ceiling. A second cop car pulled up. It aimed its spotlight on my rear-view mirror. The other spotlight was aimed at my side, so I was blind to my back and side. Nobody approached me for 20 minutes.
My arms, shoulders and back hurt from keeping my hands raised but I didn’t move. Finally, the spotlights turned off and I saw a cop standing at my driver’s side window. Six patrol cars and a SWAT team also surrounded me. I was instructed to exit the vehicle and step to the curb. When I got there, one cop reached for his handcuffs. I told him I would not allow him to cuff me ― that I would keep my hands where he could see them ― and I demanded to know why I’d been stopped. He holstered his cuffs and kept his mouth shut.
The entire street was blocked off. I counted 13 cops and six SWAT members. Ten more silent minutes passed before a sergeant approached me. I repeated my question. He told me a red sports car with two Black men inside was seen fleeing the scene of an attempted carjacking of a white man in a Porsche. When I pointed to my large, nearly 50-year-old sedan and then mentioned I was the only person in that “not a sports car,” he responded that somebody might be hiding in my trunk. By then, I was about done, so I reached for my car keys and took a step toward the back of my car. Every single cop drew and pointed his gun at me. “Freeze!” somebody yelled.
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11 .... playing in the snow .... bored .... kicking the snow .... playing with his toy
cop car whizzes up ... 2 cops jump out ... no warning ...
no words
