I remember this one time I got pulled over.
I was driving my ex’s truck. It was a nice day, but kinda warm, so I had the back windows halfway down too. The narrow street was pretty busy with traffic so the officer walked up to my passenger side. But instead of coming to the front passenger window like a normal officer of the law[if there is a such thing], dude starts talking to me through the back passenger window, asking me where I’m coming from, where I’m going, do I own the car-usual bs. All the while looking thru the back seat. I mean like half his body was in the window! You would guess he’d dropped his contact lens on the floor or something. I was so angered when I saw this that I couldn’t even hear him anymore.
Instead of answering, I asked him what he was doing,
why he didn’t come to my front window,
what he was looking for.
And I honestly don’t remember what he said but I got out the car and called him a racist, yelling that all Culver City cops are racist pigs. [Which most, that I encountered, are. I consider profiling a form of racism.]
Yes, I know. Crazy Black lady.
My reason for sharing this story? I look back on that day so often lately, realizing now that I could have easily been beaten, wrongfully arrested and/or murdered like Samuel DuBose, Sandra Bland and so many of our brothers and sisters.
I still can be.
All for being Black with an expired tag.